A/N: Hey guys!

So this chapter is a lot of how Lydia and Stiles are feeling about what happened at the charity event.

Because apparently next week (Sep. 15-21) is Stydia week, I'm going to be posting a lot of my oneshots that I never thought to publish. I'll be accepting prompts as well! I may not write them quick enough within said Stydia week, but I promise you, I will write them eventually! :)

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Lydia found herself staring at the table which her boyfriend, Jackson, was sitting at.

She didn't like to sit with the lacrosse boys because they always seemed to make her uncomfortable, so she just sat with her friends as she usually did, admiring her boyfriend from afar.

She felt like she was in grade school again, when she first met Jackson.

"You're falling for him, Lydia." Erica said to her with a smirk. "You're falling for him hard." Lydia's head whipped to her right to find Erica observing her with knowing eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" Lydia sighed to herself, placing her chin back on the palm of her hand.

Lydia and Jackson had been dating for over a year now. They had just begun freshmen year, and she noticed the lacrosse team was already making friends with the popular freshman known as her boyfriend.

"Very," Erica said, picking at her chips in front of her. "Just don't get hurt, okay? I'd hate to see you get hurt because you fell in love too early."

Lydia was surprised at her friends words, mostly because Erica was almost always sarcastic and seemingly uncaring towards her since they met, but this was the first time that Lydia felt some sort of concern radiating off of her.

Lydia smiled and nodded, returning back to her lunch.

"He won't hurt me."

That afternoon though, she got a text from Jackson that said he was on her front porch. Opening her front door, there he was.

"Jackson?" He looked at her with a hard, cold stare.

"We need to talk." Lydia quickly let him in, knowing her parents wouldn't be home for awhile.

"Is something wrong, Jackson?" He sighed, running his hands through his hair, every once and awhile throwing a glance at her. Finally, he spoke.

"I can't do this anymore, Lydia."

And at those six words, Lydia's heart broke into a million pieces.

"What…I…Jackson, is it me?" She stuttered out, watching him pace around. "Is..is it because I'm not popular enough?" Her eyes were darting everywhere around her, finally landing on the boy she so hopelessly fell in love with. "I've been trying, Jackson, I really have! I've done everything for you! I tried to be that girlfriend you wanted!" Lydia spluttered out, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"I know you have," He said. "It's just, you're still not good enough."

And with that, he strode to exit her home, throwing one more somewhat apologetic look at her.

"Sorry, Lydia."

But as he left and closed the door, it was almost like he was slamming the door on her heart. She didn't even hear his last words as she crumbled to the ground in a fit of sobs, placing her face in her hands and just crying.

She stayed like that for hours on end until her mother and father came home, arguing once again. They hadn't even noticed their daughter on the floor crying her eyes out until she screamed at them to stop.

She ran upstairs and locked herself up there for the rest of the night.

And if things didn't already seem terrible, they were about to get worse.

That same night, Lydia heard a knock on her door.

It was her father.

He was wearing his coat and behind him were a set of luggages and bags. Before Lydia could even process what was happening, he kissed her forehead and looked at her tearful eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Lyds." Her father said sadly. He shook his head in disappointment of himself before looking back at her. "I'm so sorry this is how everything is turning out."

"Dad, what are you doing?" He pursed his lips together, looking back at the set of bags behind him.

"I'm going to be gone for awhile," He simply stated, not sure how to break it to his fourteen year old daughter that he wasn't going to be with her for much longer. "I'm not sure when I'll be back." Lydia's tears wouldn't control themselves.

It was like Jackson had ripped her heart out of her chest and her father ran over it with ten pickup trucks.

"Dad, no…" Her father shook his head, placing a specially woven bracelet in her hands before kissing her again and standing up to walk out the room.

Lydia wanted nothing more for her body to get up and chase after him, but she hurt so much she couldn't feel any part of her body.

"Dad, no!" She screamed. "PLEASE!"

She didn't even feel her mother running into her room, engulfing her in a hug and whispering to her in comfort.

All she could do was stare down at the bracelet that was handed to her.

/

Lydia felt herself biting back tears as she gripped her steering wheel tighter, puling into a random parking lot.

She knew Allison was following her from the vet, and she saw her pull up next to her in said random parking lot, Allison knocking on the side of her car door and stepping into her car.

"Lydia, what happened back there?" Lydia turned to Allison with tears that she tried so hard to stop in her eyes. "Oh, Lydia…"

"I'm falling in love with him, Allison," She stammered out. "Make…it stop!" She tried to say between sobs but it came out misunderstood.

Allison touched her arm in confusion.

"Who are you falling in love with, Lydia?" Lydia looked at her with wide eyes.
Allison had never seen her so vulnerable.

"Stiles, Allison!" She exclaimed, before breaking down into tears again. "I'm falling in love with Stiles…" The last time she spoke was much quieter, her eyes closing from crying so much.

"Lydia, what do you mean?" Lydia shook her head.

"It's happening again, Ally…" She muttered. "I'm going to get hurt again." Allison didn't need an explanation to know that she was talking about Jackson.

"Stiles isn't Jackson." Allison said slowly.

Lydia shook her head in some sort of agreement.

"Yeah," She agreed. "But he makes me feel the way Jackson did." Lydia looked up at Allison, her eyes wider. "And Ally, it scares me to death."

Allison sighed as she simply just brought Lydia into one of her hugs and rubbed her back comfortingly.

She knew how she felt.

/

Stiles approached Scott's locker with his hands in his hair Monday morning.

Being Stiles' brother and best friend, Scott knew when he was worried, concerned, or freaking out about something.

"Stiles, buddy, you alright?"

He noticed Stiles was pacing even faster now that Scott had to make him stop by holding his shoulders and forcing him to look at him.

"Stiles?"

Stiles looked up at his best friend with worried eyes.
"I'm so not alright," Stiles spat out. "I can't stop thinking about her, Scott."

Scott raised an eyebrow. Who was this girl that has gotten his best friend completely over his head?

"Who?"

Stiles paused for a second because he didn't know how to tell his best friend that he was so in love with a girl he didn't even know the name to.

"Bucket Girl!" He exclaimed exasperated.
Scott obviously gave him a weird look, and this caused Stiles to groan and ran a hand through his hair again.

"Stiles, who's Bucket Girl?" Stiles sighed and looked up at his friend with tired eyes.

"That's the thing, Scotty, I have no idea!" He said. "I have no idea who this girl was because there was a freaking bucket over her head when we were talking for the longest time at the car wash on Saturday and then she just left!"

Scott gave him a surprised look.

"With a bucket on her head?" Scott tried his best not to laugh. But, he couldn't help himself. "Because, Stiles, I'm pretty sure I would have noticed a girl with her head stuck in a bucket running out of the vet."

Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott's obvious bluntness and joking manner. This was not the time to be joking.

"Oh, come on, buddy! Laugh a little." Scott insisted, as he watched a silly grin form on Stiles' face.

"It would have been funny to see a girl with a bucket over her head running out wouldn't it been?"

Stiles and Scott took a couple minutes just standing there, laughing with each other over the stupidest thing. For a minute, Stiles forgot all about finding his mystery dream girl.

Then it all came rushing back.

Stiles pressed his back up against the locker and slid down to sit on the floor, Scott following suit.

"What was she like?" Scott asked.

Stiles didn't even know where to begin.

"I…I don't know, Scott," He said truthfully. "Whenever I think of her, I just freeze. Everything in me just stops. My mind goes blank. I didn't even need to see her face to know she was beautiful." Stiles explained with a smile. "Her personality did all the talking for me. It was like…she figured everything out, you know? She knew life. She got it. She was so smart, Scott, it was unbelievable. Just thinking about her leaves me speechless." He continued.

Scott watched as Stiles' eyes brightened up as he talked about this mystery girl and how intrigued he was at the idea of her.

"She's obviously been hurt in the past. She told me about the deep stuff about her. Like when her parents separated. And how she felt about it. She dropped this bracelet when she started to leave." Stiles said, showing Scott the engraving on it.

Scott traced his thumb over the words i the engraving of this random girl's bracelet.

"Love Like You've Never Been Hurt…" He muttered under his breath, loud enough for anyone to hear. "This seems personal, Stiles. Don't you think she's missing this?" Scott wondered, reading the engraving over and over. He handed him back the bracelet as he watched his friend look at it again.

"I have to find her, Scott," He said, clutching the bracelet. "I just have to." Scott patted Stiles on the pack and gave him an encouraging smile.

"We will," Scott assured. "I swear to God we will."

The two just sat there in each others' presence and waited for the bell to ring that signaled them to separate.

Little did they know, Isaac Lahey was just around the corner, listening into the entire conversation.

And little did they know, he knew exactly who Stiles was looking for.

/

"Lydia." She heard a familiar voice that she hasn't heard in awhile call out to her at the end of the day. She whipped around from her locker to see her tall, lacrosse player best friend walking in her direction.

"Isaac?" He finally reached her and engulfed her in a hug.
"Whoa!" Lydia exclaimed, obviously surprised by the gesture. But nonetheless, she hugged him back.

"I missed you." Lydia smiled into his shoulder as she nodded in agreement.

"I missed you, too." The two pulled apart and grinned at each other, looking at each other for the first time.

"I'm sorry I assumed." He apologized.

"I'm sorry I overreacted." Lydia responded. They threw each other more smiles and grins before Isaac noticed something different and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you actually wearing converse?" He asked, his eyes widening too much. Lydia looked down and bit her lip, smiling up at him.

"I am." Isaac smirked a little, his face plastered with a knowing look.
"May I ask why?" Lydia looked at him skeptically because Isaac was not one to question her fashion choices. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged.

"I was just kind of feeling it today." Isaac knew that it was a lie, but he didn't completely know what was behind that lie.

"I didn't even know you owned converse."

Truth was, when Lydia and Stiles talked that day at the vet, she had noticed his converse and how comfortable they looked. So, the next day, she went to the store and bought a pair.

Lydia sighed, knowing that Isaac must know something if he was continuing to interrogate her.

"Okay Lahey, what do you know." She asked in a not-so-questioningly tone. Isaac chuckled before pointing to her bare wrist.

"You're bracelet." He stated simply, crossing his arms.

Lydia knew she wasn't wearing her bracelet today. She always wore it, she barely took it off, but at the moment, she had no idea where it was.

"I just misplaced it today, that's all." She told him defensively. Isaac shook her head.

"I know where it is." Lydia's eyes widened as she took a huge step closer to Isaac.

"Where. Is. It." She growled, her face turning into a giant scowl that was hard to contain.

Isaac was one of the few people who knew Lydia's grown attachment to the bracelet. She treated it almost as if it was the only thing left of her father…because it kind of was.

Isaac leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Stiles Stilinski."

Lydia moved away abruptly from him as she heard his name, glaring at his smirking face.

She was confused as to why Stiles might have had her bracelet, but then it all made sense.

Saturday.

The car wash.

The two of them talking to each other in close proximity.

Him holding her hand.

Her running out of there like there was a fire.

She had dropped her bracelet then.

And Stiles Stilinski was the one to find it.

Of course.

She looked up at him with worried eyes.

"Isaac, what am I supposed to do?"

"It's obvious you like him, you know," He said matter-of-factly. He failed to mention the fact that Stiles was oh so deeply in love with her, but he thought the two would figure it out soon enough. "And I know how much you care for that bracelet. Just come clean with him. Tell him it was you."

Isaac was trying so hard to get Lydia to tell Stiles that she is his mystery girl. He wanted everything to work out with his friends.

"But…" Lydia stuttered out, her hands becoming unsteady. "But, it would just be awkward, Isaac. We told each other such personal things that day…I don't think I could face him."

Isaac mentally groaned.

Okay, so his best friend was going to be a little harder to convince.

"It's Stiles, Lydia," He stated. "This is Stiles we're talking about. He is one of the most caring, genuine, and thoughtful people we know, and I'm sure you've figure that out already." He told her, watching her face smile a little at the mention of his name. "You've practically fallen in love with him."

That's when Lydia's eyes widened again and she looked at him in fear. Isaac didn't know what he said to make her look this terrified.

"Lydia…?" Lydia just held up a hand for him to wait as she shut her eyes and tried to breathe. She focused on her breaths going in and out like Allison taught her to do that day in the car.

"In and out, Lydia. Just breathe." Allison had coached her as she rubbed her back slowly. "In and out. Look, breathe with me. In…and out….and in…and out…"

When Lydia knew she was okay, she opened her eyes and looked at Isaac, who looked a little freaked out by the whole thing.

But the hurt and pain and her eyes told him exactly what he need to know.

"I'm sorry," He immediately apologized. "I wasn't…I knew…I…" He didn't know what to say besides give her a gigantic hug. "I'm sorry." He said again, making Lydia giggle. She always found it funny when people apologized ten times more than they had to. To her, once was enough.

Isaac's gaze traveled to the billboard behind them and he raised an eyebrow at the blue piece of paper. He pulled away from Lydia quickly and slowly approached the flyer like it was going to blow up at him.

Lydia looked at him in confusion and followed him to see what he was looking at. When they reached the billboard, they were both surprised at what they saw.

ARE YOU THE ONE?

Stiles Stilinski is looking for the girl he fell in love with last Saturday.

She dropped a special bracelet that day.

It has a personal engraving on it.

If YOU are Stiles' girl, answer these questions below and turn this form to either Stiles himself or his resident best friend, Scott McCall.

What is your name? Your grade?

What was on your head when you met Stiles?

What is the engraving on your bracelet?

Lydia and Isaac shared a look before looking back at the flyer. They both turned around to see the commotion going on down the hall.

Lydia wasn't surprised to see a mob of girls trying to get to Stiles Stilinski.

A/N: Hopefully that was a good chapter for you guys! I'm honestly really proud of how that turned out because it took a completely different turn from what I had pictured it to be. But it turned out better!

I have no idea when I'll be getting to writing the next chapter because I have a bunch of tests this week and I have all this makeup work to do from the two days I was sick. So, I don't know, we'll see.

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