So if you were wondering how long this story is going to be its probably going to be around 10-15, so fairly short because this only happens over the time of the weekend.

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"So do any of you play sports or anything?" Jackson asked them as he sat on Malia's sofa with his arm slung around Lydia's shoulder. Stiles tried not to be jealous, but it was really hard, he was falling for this girl, hard and fast. He tried not to even look at the two, he was in love with Malia, that was that. Or was he still in love with her? After all of those years of waiting, after all of those years of listening to her horrible hook ups and boys that treated her like shit. He was there for her, and despite loving her as a girlfriend he loved her as a friend too.

"Actually me and Stiles play for our lacrosse team" Scott piped up from the sofa he was sitting on with the brunette, Allison. They were really hitting it off, and sometimes he would catch Lydia wriggling her eyebrows at Allison, then Allison would blush.

Stiles suddenly felt very self conscious as he felt everyone's eyes in the room were on him. He forced himself to look up but regretted when he did, he found the eyes of Lydia burning into him. She didn't look judgemental, in fact the opposite. She looked impressed, and she wore a smirk of interest on her plump lips. She was definitely more attracted to him now.

"Really? I didn't have you down as that" Jackson raised his eyebrows, Stiles wanted to punch the guy, god did he want to make him feel insecure about himself, because Jackson sat there with the perfect hair, perfect teeth and perfect body.

"It took a lot of persuasion" Stiles replied flatly. He actually hated this guy and he met him three hours ago. He had no interest whatsoever talking to a guy like him. He was sat on the floor and glanced out of the window. He saw Malia sat out on a sun chair with a bottle of liquor in her hands drinking away the recent boy she had encountered. Stiles thought about going, getting up and speaking with Malia, but did he really want to hurt himself that way and let her talk about sleeping with guys that weren't him. He turned his gaze back to Jackson but Lydia caught his eye as he was turning. She shook her head slightly as if to say "Don't chase after her", and he should take that the wrong way, because who was she to say who he could and couldn't get with. But he didn't. His heart actually warmed, it was like she was looking out for him, because after all, she had known everything about how he felt and how she acted, maybe she knew he was going to emotionally hurt himself. Lydia eyes peeled away from his and onto Jackson. She sat on the sofa with her legs tucked underneath her and she tucked a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. God she was perfect.

Jackson was talking some more, but Stiles wasn't listening, Scott was trying to get him to join the conversation but he wasn't bothered. He just really wanted to sort his feelings out for Lydia. Lydia was pretty, beyond that really, and she was smart and she just had this great concept of how life works, how the earth works.

Then suddenly Lydia stood up and walked out of the back door.

Stiles looked around and his eyes landed on Jackson who didn't seem bothered in the slightest that his girlfriend just got up and left, he let his head turn to the window, Lydia and Malia were talking. Lydia looked really beautiful in that glimpse he saw before he turned his head back, her hair looked touchable soft, and her eyes had a glint to them caused by the moon reflected on Malia's swimming pool, her hands were carefully at her sides and her full lips were moving, and her teeth bit her lower lip occasionally. He could imagine that she was educating Malias mind, he imagined the wheel spinning behind her eyes as she spoke about maths or science.

And just like that he was no longer chasing Malia. Had he ever looked at Malia liked that? Malia wasn't the brightest spark in the pack, but that never made Stiles less attracted to her, until now. Until Lydia. Lydia was who he wanted now, more than snyhing, the passion that took over him kind of scared him. He wanted a relationship with the girl, he could only hope she felt the same. And with that hope he had he held tightly onto it, he just needed the time to be right for the two.

About half hour past before Stiles spoke to Jackson again, this time it was only the two of them, Alliosn and Scott wandered off and Kira went to the toilet.

"So how do you know my Lydia?" Jackson said breathing out. My Lydia. That infuriated Stiles, Lydia didn't belong to him, she didn't belong to anyone but herself.

"In the back alley of a party," Stiles said, "I walked her home"

"Shes a stunner isn't she?" Jackson added, Stiles nodded, because she was, she really was, he just wasn't sure if Jackson entirely meant it, he didn't seem like a sincere person. "We're going to have sex tonight"

Stiles immediately tensed and his jaw clenched. Who the fuck announces that? He was furious at him because of how embarrassing it is for Lydia, and how he says it so carelessly too. She means something, and she deserves to mean something to the person shes going to have sex with, and as Stiles took it she was still a virgin, and that was no way to lose your virginty.

"And-uh- wheres that happening?"

"In my porche probably" He said shrugging. Stiles let out a laugh but masked it with a cough, how do you have sex in a porche? They're the tiniest cars ever and he plans to have sex with Lydia in it?

"We were going to do it last week but- uh- she got her period or something," Jackson shrugged and it took everything in Stiles not to hit him, "It's been a long time coming, she always seems to have a reason why she can't," Jackson rolled his eyes, "but I think I finally won her over"

"It seems memorable" Stiles stated dryly. Jackson smirked and Stiles couldn't believe how unbelievable he was being right now, he was a giant dick.

"I know right, god- I should get an award for holding myself back around her," Jackson laughed and shook his head, Stiles raised his eyebrows at him, "You've seen how bigher tits are right?"

Stiles just let out a breath in amazement and got up to go to the kitchen. The guy was a gaint prick and Lydia couldn't be with him, she just couldn't. He definitely wasn't going to let her lose her virginty to him. No matter what.

"Hey," Lydia spoke as she approached Malia cautiously, Malia had a bottle of wine in her hand and she took large gulps of it occasionally. Malia was lounged out onto a deck chair looking up at the sky, Lydia could tell she was drunk so she perched herself on the ledge of the wall.

"I'm Malia" She said holding a ahdn out, Lydia offered her a small smile.

"We already met" Lydia said, Malia laughed and took a swig out of the bottle, then pointed it towards her as a gesture of 'want some?' But Lydia shook her head.

"You know Stiles?"

"A little," Lydia responded, she bit her lip to stop the smile that threatened to erupt on her face when she mentioned his name.

"Do you like, like, him" Malia said, a giggle rose from her throat too, Lydia gave a small chuckle.

"No, I'm with him" Lydia said pointing towards the full length glass window which had the perfect shot of Jackson and Stiles. Lydias eyes fell onto Stiles, no matter what she did she couldn't get herself to look at Jackson.

Stiles looked pissed off, Lydia observed, his eyebrows were drawn close together and he sat on the floor with his knees up and his hand loosely around them. His positioning made the muscles in his arms very evident, and she could see his jaw. She felt as if she ran a finger along it she would cut herself.

"He's gorgeous" Malia muttered as she looked at Jackson. But Lydia still couldn't bring herself to look at Jackson, oh no, Lydia thought, So this is what it feels like to have an actual crush on someone.

"Yeah," Lydia agreed. She wasn't even sure they were both referring to Jackson at this point.

"I mean, I like Stiles as a friend, he's alright I guess" Lydia plays off casually not wanting to give away her feelings for the boy.

"No he is amazing!" Malia said sitting up straighter, Lydia was taken back by her sudden anger, "He's crazy smart, even though he is sarcastic he's funny as hell, and he's always been there for me, through all my break ups and shitty relationships"

Lydia couldn't say anything, Stiles was a great guy, she knew that, and god why wasn't this girl jumping at the chance to date Stiles because he was so in love with her.

"God, I am so sick of these arrogant jagweeds, with their big stupid mouths and their tiny little penises." Malia exclaimed, Lydia managed a small grin at the drunk girl in front of her, she did seem like a decent person.

"I'm guessing we're not talking about Stiles anymore"

"Issac Lahey," She announced, her eyes fell onto a spot in the pool and she actually looked sad for a moment.

"Is he a dick?" She empathised, she knew the answer to that because of Allison.

"The worlds biggest dick! Like officially, And you know what the really sick part is? I knew it. I knew. And I knew he was probably gonna tell everyone that we- Because I've pretty much heard about every single girl he's hooked up with, so why would I be any-?But anyway, I don't know. All I want is once for one of these boys to just, like, ask me a question, you know? Like my opinion or how I'm doing or really anything. Because at this point, if one of them were to, like, open the door for me or offer to buy dinner, I would be so fucking shocked, I would probably fall over."

Lydia stays quiet for a moment, what Malia wants is a man like Stiles, how naive can Malia be? Lydia didn't know her but it didn't take genius to figure out what a guy Stiles was.

"You know, sometimes its-" But Lydia stops herself before she can continue, she liked Stiles. Stiles was in love with this girl who didn't have a clue of who Stiles really was and was Lydia going to tell her that what she wanted actually loved her? No. She wasn't because she was falling for Stiles and she wanted him, no matter how selfish it seemed.

"What were you gonna say?"

"Uh- nothing," Lydia said standing up dusting her skirt off, deciding she was going to talk to Stiles, she had to.

Lydia didn't mutter a 'goodbye' to Malia she just marched back into the house with the only thought on her mind to talk to Stiles.