Chapter 4

Lydia could not believe it. Ever since being lost in the woods, Stiles had even more avoided her. Whenever she tried to approach him, he would either be on his way to do something or he would practically run the other way, or make conversation with a person. His ignoring her was really getting on her every nerve. It also was apparent that he still wasn't sleeping, judging by the dark circles under his eyes and lethargic behavior in class. Lydia brought it up to Allison who just sloughed it off as being busy with working, being in a band, and tutoring.

Deaton said that this sleep problem might take a long time to tackle. He did attribute it to the darkness around Stiles heart. She often wondered if his indifference to her was also caused by the darkness or the new girl Lila, who Stiles seemed to be dating. She was watching them right now at the school dance. Stiles, Scott, Allison, and Isaac were fast dancing along with them. Lila seemed to be shy about dancing but Stiles was encouraging her with his wacky movements.

When the fast tune changed to a slow one, Allison and Stiles started to dance and this was when Lydia decided to make her move. She strutted over to Stiles and Allison and basically lied telling Allison that Isaac wanted to dance (obviously, that part was true). Sneaky as a snake, she slid between them putting her arms around his elbows. Stiles sort of backed up putting countries between them and he did not meet her eyes. But, what really, really, got her angry was when he looked at this watch and said that he had to go. They must have danced only sixty seconds. It was time to get this matter resolved and quickly.

Lydia decided face to face at Stiles home base would be the best bet. He couldn't run from her there, not this late at night. His dad was on thirds so it shouldn't be a problem unless he refused to answer the door. Sure enough, Stiles had left the back door opened so Lydia slipped in. She started calling his name so that he wouldn't think it was an intruder. He was not downstairs so she made the way to his bedroom and knocked.

The door opened and there was Stiles fresh from a shower, clad in a white mini- towel tucked around his waist. His hair was damp, dark, mussed, and she so wanted to run her fingers through it. His pecs were defined and his six pack chiseled. Truly, a beautiful human being, dark, sexy, mysterious.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "What are you doing here?"

Her eyebrows raised back. "We need to talk."

Stiles leaned in to the doorway his upper arm balanced on top of the wall. "So, talk."

She got flustered than, her cheeks red, and a little bit embarrassed. "You seem like you hate me lately."

"I don't hate you Lydia."

"Well, you don't seem to like me either."

He sighed. "Exactly, so figure that one out, Lydia. I don't hate you or like you so what could be the problem there?"

It didn't take a scientist to figure that out. Stiles loves her! But, why has he been so mean lately?

His serious dark eyes with their long lashes closed for a second and opened. He seemed very frustrated. "Lydia, I have been pining for you for ten long years and it's time to move on. You need to let me do that. You have Aidan, before that Jackson, and now I sort of like Lila. And I cannot be around you now it's too hard."

"So, basically all our years of being friends are over just like that?"

"For now, I just need some time."

"This is bullshit Stiles." Her green and brown eyes flashed at him furiously. "Since we can't be friends I know what we can be…

Lydia put her two manicured hands with their pink tips on his bare chest and pushed him back toward his bed. He faltered and was thrown back against the soft cushions. In the process, Stiles was holding on frantically to his towel to keep his manhood in hiding. She was on top of him in a sitting position, peering in his sexy dark eyes. Her fingers ran through his thick, messy mane. He looked shocked almost scared but turned on. Slowly, her head bent down to rest her lips against his. Her pink tongue ran over his dark lips which caused him to moan. The back of her hands went around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her lips. Then, she kissed him with every ounce of passion she could. She went a little crazy for a while teetering over the edge, than she remembered it was Stiles. Stiles wasn't some random guy, a toss in the sheet, he was Styles, classy, silly, important.

She began to soften the kisses and started to touch him softly, his chest, his face, his soft hands. No, there wouldn't be sex tonight, Stiles was too important to her for that. Not that he wasn't a quick study; he was making her feel so wanted, out of control. It was truly out of the world for her, because being with Stiles meant something not like Aidan who was more of a boy toy. He deserved the cake, the flowers, the love, the perfection. But right now, he was hers.

When it got to that point of no return, Lydia stopped and instead turned her back to his and put his arms around her. Stiles sighed but pulled her close until they drifted to sleep. It was some time around 3:00 AM that she was awakened by Stiles who was moving frantically in his sleep. His arms and legs were kicking out wildly and he seemed to be talking but she couldn't make out the words. She tried to soothe him and wake him up. But to no avail! His chest started to cave outward and Lydia could see that he was inches off the bed. His body began to turn, heading for the ceiling. She stood on the bed quickly and started to pull him down. It took every ounce of strength to do so. Eventually it worked as Stiles ended up back on the bed sleeping but breathing unsteady. There was something serious going on with Stiles, supernatural just like it had with Jackson. She would need to get to the others to investigate. No way, was she going to let something happen to Stiles, never!