Stiles had tried multiple times on different occasions to get through to Lydia; if Scott was right about her then she should know that he had told Malia. Every single time he dialled her number it did the same thing – rang a couple of times and then ended.
Stiles was now sat in a café with Scott and Malia, Allison was over at Lydia's trying to slyly get answers for him. He swirled the foam on his coffee around the cup with his fingers, pretending to listen to Scott and Malia telling him that it would be okay.
Stiles' phone buzzed in the middle of the table and he rapidly reached for it, almost knocking his drink over in rush. He pushed the phone to his ear.
"Allison what happened?" he stammered. The phone rang in his ear drum and he flinched – he had forgotten to press the answer button. Embarrassed, he pressed the button and put the phone back to his ear, not looking at the two giggling friends in front of him. Allison was the first to speak.
"Stiles I couldn't get anything out of her, she avoided literally every single one of the questions about you", she told him, her voice apologetic.
"Its fine, thanks", he answered her quickly and then hung up the phone and stood up from his seat, leaving his friends at the table as he headed out of the café.
He knew that he was being childish but he didn't care right now; Lydia avoiding his calls and any mention of him was enough to tell him she didn't want anything to do with him. He had never thought he would regret kissing Lydia Martin but he did. He regretted it a lot.
He went straight home and turned his phone off – his heart rate was speeding up and he knew talking about Lydia would make it worse.
Stiles alone at the kitchen table eating dinner – his dad had a late shift at the station tonight so he was all alone.
It had now been two weeks since him and Lydia had spoken to each other and it was killing him inside, he had barely slept. On the plus side, Scott had taught him how to use himself as an anchor instead of her but it was a whole lot harder and made full moon's hurt worse.
Stiles felt his phone buzzing inside his pocket and he pulled it out to see who was calling, ever hopeful that Lydia had finally changed her mind. Scott's name flashed on his screen and, although he felt bad about it, he was disappointed. He answered the call and half-heartedly held the phone against his ear.
"Hey Scott", Stiles smiled fakely even though he knew Scott couldn't see it.
"Stiles get over to my house as soon as you can", Scott sounded stressed and it made Stiles panic.
"Why, dude what happened?"
"I'll explain when you get here, just come", Scott hung up the phone and Stiles was left confused and worried.
Stiles grabbed his shoes and pulled them onto his feet and then picking up the keys to his Jeep. He had learnt by now that when Scott told him that he had to urgently go somewhere, it was usually because of something bad.
Stiles drove over to Scott's drive and headed towards the front door, taking the key out of his pocket as he walked to save time. He noticed Allison and Kira's cars outside… and also Lydia's. He momentarily hovered outside the door, the key inches from the lock as he prepared himself for seeing Lydia for the first time in weeks.
He quickly took a sharp breath and then entered the McCall residence. It wasn't until he passed the mirror in Scott's house that he realised how he looked. There were huge dark circles around his eyes from the lack of sleep and he was pale – why couldn't werewolves heal their sleep pattern?
Telling himself that there was an emergency at hand, he continued his path into Scott's kitchen where he could hear everyone talking. They all looked at him as he walked in and their mouths opened in shock… even Lydia's.
"Whoa dude, you're looking really tired", Scott told him, alarm sounding in his tone of voice. He noticed Lydia staring but she quickly turned away when he caught her.
"I'm fine. Just had a few rough night's sleep", Stiles explained, stepping into the group circle to become a part of the conversation – or lack of. They were all still staring at him.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" Scott pushed.
"Scott I said I'm fine!" Stiles yelled. He immediately felt bad when he saw Scott flinch and Lydia stepped backwards. He stayed silent for a few seconds before talking again, "Why did you call us over?" he asked his voice lower and calmer now.
"There's been a chain of murders", Allison explained, taking over from Scott who was still looking at Stiles with concerned eyed. Stiles pretended not to notice.
"Okay, why us though. Why doesn't someone like Stiles' dad sort it out?" Malia chipped in, the group already forgetting about Stiles' outburst as they got deeper into the topic.
"Because it was a werewolf?" Stiles asked.
"No", Lydia retorted with a hint of aggression, "I wouldn't exactly call having no blood left a werewolf move"
"Yeah well I didn't know that, did I?" Stiles answered back, becoming irritated. He had no idea why Lydia was being so off with him. She scowled at him and he returned it.
"Okay, we don't know what did it but that's what we are here to figure out", Scott cut in before an argument broke out between the two, "Allison's going to check the 'Beastiary' for any clues as to what might have done this", he handed Stiles a piece of paper with a photo of a guy on it. He was completely white, like something had sucked out everything he had.
"Malia and I are going to go over to Deaton's and ask him. Kira's at the station searching the files with your dad to see if we missed anything", Scott filled him in; he had obviously been late to the pack meeting and they had started without him.
"I'll look online", Stiles offered, starting to walk over towards Scott's bedroom where the computer was.
"I got that covered actually", Lydia asserted coldly, stepping in front of him to stop him from entering Scott's room.
"Actually you both are, we need both of the brains doing that job. Maybe one person can find something the other can't", Scott called over to them.
Lydia sighed and stepped back to let him into the bedroom. Stiles felt something in his chest snap; why was she so angry at him?
