Lydia
It took what felt like hours before Lydia was sure she wasn't dreaming. Stiles, the Stiles Stilinski, had just kissed her. She slowly clicked her heels towards the door, opening it and stepping out into the party.
"There you are" Allison called out to her. Her eyes were squinted in a way that showed she was obviously drunk. Lydia made her way over to her friend. Her head was fuzzy and it felt like she was on drugs. All from that one kiss.
"Where the hell have you been, I've been looking for you" Allison slurred "Last I saw you were with that tall guy, he was cute where'd he go?"
"I have, uh… news to tell you" Lydia murmured, turning her head to avoid Allison's worried glare. She saw Stiles in the middle of the dance floor, downing a shot with Scott and some other kids she didn't recognise. She swallowed hard and turned to face her friend again.
The next day
"He hasn't spoken to me once today, I'm starting to think I imagined it" Lydia mentioned, chewing ferociously on her cafeteria made chicken nugget.
"Maybe he hasn't noticed you?" Allison offered, rubbing her temples from her hangover headache. Lydia on the other hand, felt completely awake and exuberant despite her vodka shots.
"Where's Scott today?" Lydia asked, trying to focus her mind on things that aren't Stiles for once. As if on cue, Scott scraped the chair next to Allison's out from under the table and slumped into it. Allison beamed at her new love interest, her headache seeming to disappear.
"How are you girls today" he smiled, stealing a chip from Allison's plate and popping it into his mouth. Before anyone had the chance to answer, Stiles strutted to the chair the other side of Allison, opposite Lydia. They made eye contact for a brief second before Stiles hurriedly diverted his gaze to his trey.
Lydia furrowed her eyebrows and started to open her mouth to speak but was interrupted by another chair being dragged, this time from the head of the table. She peered towards the spot, only to be met with an angry stare from non-other than Malia.
"Why are we sitting with these girls?" she demanded coldly. This girl had no filter when it came to speaking her mind and Lydia was used to it.
"Because Scott's sitting with Allison" Stiles replied, playing with his food and not lifting his eyes from his plate. Lydia felt hurt. Was that was the only reason he wanted to sit on this table?
Stiles
Stiles could feel the hurt radiating from Lydia and his heart snapped in half. This was the way it had to be; if she didn't hate him, he wouldn't be able to stay away from her.
"Shame she has such a weird friend" Malia muttered under her breath. It was barely audible to him but Lydia must have heard it because she took a sharp, exasperated breath.
"What was that?" Lydia asked, agitatedly. Her eyes were squinted daringly at Malia, who was mid-sipping her straw.
"Nothing" she responded, a smirk ghosting her lips which earned her a humourless laugh from the strawberry blonde.
Lydia stood up and stormed out of the lunch hall. Everyone on the table was silent and Stiles shot Malia a vicious, warning glare.
"What, can the stupid girl not take a joke?" Malia rolled her eyes, no sympathy showed on her disdainful face. Allison stood up from the table, glaring at the girl as she started to walk to find her best friend.
"I'll go" Stiles called out before he could stop himself. He was met with confused looks from everyone, now he had to explain himself. "It might mean a bit more if I go apologise for my girlfriend, rather than her best friend who sticks up for her anyway" he tried to convince himself more than the others.
Allison nodded, her vicious eyes softening as she sat back next to Scott. Stiles stood up and headed after Lydia, planning an apology speech in his head. So much for making her hate him.
Lydia
Lydia sobbed against the rows of audience seats on the schools lacrosse field. She wasn't just crying because of what Malia said, it was also because of everything else. She was realising pretty quickly that Stiles was never going to feel about her the way she felt about him.
When the tears finally stopped falling, she sat silently in the same spot and closed her eyes. Twenty minutes flew by and she still didn't move.
"Lydia?" A familiar husky voice soothed from behind her. She opened her eyes but stayed facing the field. She didn't have the energy to see him right now, especially now that he's ignored her all day after last night. Stiles dropped down next to her, folding his legs and roaming his eyes over her face. She didn't reciprocate his look and both stayed silent.
"I'm sorry about what Malia said" he finally whispered, touching her knee gently with his fingertips. "What she said isn't true by the way" he added.
"Why are you apologising then?" Lydia cut in, finally facing the boy. His deep brown eyes were soft and warm, melting her heart. He turned away from her and stayed quiet.
Stiles
"Why did you kiss me?" Lydia finally spoke. Stiles was hoping she wouldn't ask him about that.
"You wanted your first kiss, I gave it to you" he answered sharply. He stayed facing away from her, afraid he might do something stupid.
"I didn't ask you to kiss me" she muttered, clearly angry because of his harsh tone. "You have a girlfriend… even if she is a harsh cow"
"Yeah well you didn't stop me either" he stood up, starting to walk away from her.
"I didn't really have a chance, you practically mauled me!" she screamed after him. This made his blood start pumping. She had plenty of time to push him away.
He turned around again, a hard glare in his once soft eyes. "You know you could've pushed me away, It seemed like that's what you wanted me to do!" he shouted, the veins in his neck bulging angrily with each word he spat at her.
"How?" she scoffed. "I was quite happy with that Jordan guy but you had to come and get involved"
"You're the one who pulled me into the empty room, away from everyone else"
"Not so you could kiss me, you have a girlfriend!"
"Yeah well don't worry, it didn't mean anything. It wasn't even that great!" He lied, the kiss had been the best kiss he had ever had. He could tell that comment had stung her; she was now staring at the floor, her mouth sealed tight.
He was about to apologise when he realised something. This was exactly what he planned on doing: making her hate him. After all it's better to have never had the girl than to have her and lose her. The heartbreak would be over a lot sooner.
He turned around and walked away from her, his chest hollow and his eyes stinging with tears. This girl was killing him.
