I was headed to my dad's office hoping to find Parrish there, I was practically fuming. I couldn't understand how in the world did I let this happen, how in the freaking world did Lydia end up dating PARRISH!
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and I knew it was Scott calling again, but I was going to ignore him until I was done with the deputy. I didn't know how I was exactly going to control myself, you know without phasing there. I finally got there and started looking for him, he was nowhere to be found.
"Stiles!" I heard my dad's voice. I turned around to see him glaring at me.
"Not now dad." I said.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" He accused.
"I was out early?" I offered.
"At nine o'clock?" He said.
"Okay fine, I'm looking for Parrish." I told him. He glared more and shook his head at me.
"Today is he's day off." He uttered.
"Of freaking course." I mumbled.
"Hold on, what do you want Parrish for?" He asked me.
"Did you know he's dating Lydia?!" I yelled.
"So that's what this is about." He said shaking his head.
"Wait you did know?" I said.
"No, but she's being spending a lot of time with him and I just put two and two together." He told me.
"Well you should tell him something, I mean Lydia is…"
"Lydia is now an eighteen year old that can do whatever she pleases. And you have no right whatsoever to interfere, you are dating someone else Stiles. Just let it go." He interrupted me.
"I can't, I can't let it go. I don't care if I have no right, I still care about Lydia and worry about her. So if you don't tell me where Parrish lives fine, but I'm going to find him. " I said.
Eventually my dad told me where he lived and I found myself driving my jeep to that destination. I didn't even know what exactly I was going to tell him, more than anything I wanted to punch him, repeatedly, but I knew that was not an option. I parked outside his house and waited, for what exactly, I wasn't sure but I waited there. I took a few breaths and got outside the jeep. I knocked on the door until it opened. Parrish looked surprised to see me, his outfit revealed that he probably went for a morning workout and had just gotten into his house.
"Stiles, what are you doing here?" He asked confused.
"You and me, we need to talk." I said.
"Sure… what about? You want to come in?" He said.
"I would prefer if we stayed here." I said.
"Okay, what's this about?" He asked again.
"Lydia." I told him through clenched teeth.
"Oh." He's expression changed.
"Look Parrish, I'm very protective of Lydia." I said.
"I've noticed." He uttered.
"Good, then you know that I would never ever ever let anything hurt her. And I really don't know what the hell you think you are doing dating her since she's just a girl and you are almost an elder but you should be really careful." I told him, never moving my eyes from his.
"I don't intend to hurt Lydia, and I don't see how our relationship affects you or concerns you." He said.
"Anything that happens to Lydia affects me and concerns me." I shot back.
"Well then that makes two of us." He muttered.
"Just know this one thing if you ever, so much as hurt her in any kind of way, I promise you I will rip you apart…with my teeth." I said, and I wasn't kidding I was a werewolf now, not the best one but for Lydia I would do anything and this one thing I would definitely enjoy.
"Okay." He said calmly.
"Okay?" I asked.
"I won't hurt Lydia, so I don't care about your threads." He simply said.
"Good." I said, not finding anything else for me to say.
"Good." He repeated.
I turned around to start walking to my jeep when I heard his voice again.
"That beautiful redhead is safe with me Stiles, I would never hurt her unlike you, please understand that and back off."
I turned abruptly to him, unable to contain myself from the sudden rage that invaded me I took two steps to him and connected my fist with his face. I had never hurt Lydia so what did he mean by that, and on top of that calling her a redhead caused things inside me to jump and want to tear the guy to pieces. The force of my punch caused Parrish to fall down.
"Her hair is strawberry blonde. And I don't know what the hell are you talking about because I've never and will never hurt Lydia." I said looking down at him. And with that I left.
I was lying on my bed looking at the ceiling, I couldn't help but remember what Parrish had said, I heard a knock on my door and judging of the urgency I knew it was Scott even before I could smell his scent. I sighed and went downstairs, I opened the door and Scott came rushing in.
"What happened, is everything okay? Is everyone alive?" He asked.
"Come down you nut job everyone is okay, don't you know me at all?" I said. He gave me a disbelieving look.
"I just wanted to make sure, you didn't return any of my calls." He said.
"Yeah sorry about that." I said. We went to the kitchen and sat there on the table.
"So, how did it go?" He asked.
"Well, better than expected? I don't know it was okay I guess. I did punch him though." I said.
"Stiles." He said shaking his head.
"What, don't judge, his the one that started talking nonsense. About me hurting Lydia, dude you know that I would gladly chop off my arm and eat it rather than ever hurting her." I told him.
"Well maybe you did it unconsciously?" He said.
"Do you know something I don't?" I asked.
"No no, I'm just guessing." He said.
"Well I don't think I had ever hurt Lydia." I told him.
"Let's change the subject, how about tonight's game. The night you finally prove your lacrosse skills to everyone." Scott said smiling. And sure yeah, I was really exited but I couldn't let this Lydia and Parrish thing go yet, God I really had issues.
"Yeah that should be fun." I lied.
"Come on man lighten up." He said.
"Lighten up? I never thought I would hear you say those words to me, when did I become so boring and such a pessimist that Scott McCall had to tell me to lighten up?" I laughed.
"Jerk." He said laughing too. "Hey you want me to give you a ride there, or I could just stay here with you until is time to go, the game starts in just 3 hours." He said.
"No, it's cool I'll see you there don't worry." I said.
We talked for a couple more minutes and he left. And I was alone again; doing the one thing I had being doing a lot lately, thinking about Lydia Martin.
This was the story of my life; boy meets girl, well more exactly like: boy sees girl playing on the schoolyard, boy falls in love, girl ignores boy all the way through high school, boy and girl get thrown into the supernatural world and find themselves becoming friends, girl dates anyone but boy, girl kisses boy to save him from a panic attack, boy feels like he could die out of happiness, girl acts like it didn't happen, boy starts moving on, boy becomes a werewolf, boy falls back in love with girl, girl keeps dating anyone but boy, boy gets his heart broken, boy dies unhappy and alone with a bunch of cats, the end.
I sighed for the tenth time, when had this become such a mess? I heard a car approaching and I smelled her, Lydia. What was she doing here? I heard her knocking, she sounded desperate. I opened the door and before I could say anything I felt her small fist on my face, the hit caused me to move my head to the side and I felt my eyes shifting out of anger when I turned again to look at her. I touched the spot she had just hit with my hand. My eyes shifted back to normal again.
"Well, I do know that my physical pain entertains you but other than that, why did you do that?!" I said.
"Oh, you know what that was for Stilinski." She said entering the house and closing the door behind her.
"What are you talking about?" I said.
"Don't play dumb Stiles, you know exactly what. Or you going to Jordan's house and threatening him and punching him doesn't ring a bell?!" She exclaimed. Of course the little weasel told Lydia.
"Oh so it's Jordan now?" I asked.
"Really? God Stiles what is the matter with you?" She yelled.
"Well I'll tell you what's the matter with me, you didn't even tell me that you were dating that guy I had to hear this from Scott, and you seriously expected me to be okay with it?! Lydia I worry about you he had to know there is someone looking out for you, and if you didn't know that from me then you don't know me at all!" I said.
"I didn't tell you because I was waiting for the right time, Scott had no right to tell you, just how you had no right to be angry at me or at Parrish. I know you care Stiles, but there are boundaries." She said.
"Well I give a damn about boundaries! I only care about your safety and your wellbeing." I told her.
"Then you should've probably just talked to me first instead of acting like you did. What is this really about, is this about you not liking Parrish? Not trusting him? Because Stiles I do, I like him and I know we all can trust him, believe me." She uttered.
"It's not that." I mumbled.
"Then what is it?" She asked.
"It's me not wanting you to be with him! Me not wanting you to be with anyone else." I said bringing a hand to grab my hair. Had I just said that?
"What?" She said, her face unreadable. Her heartbeat quickened.
"Lydia…I don't want you to be with Parrish because I don't want you to be with anyone else that's not me." There I finally said it.
"Stiles…" She whispered, looking away form me.
"I'm in love with you." I simply said. I heard her heart skip a beat.
"What?!" She gasped.
"I know I shouldn't, but I'm in love with you. I think I've always been, since the first day I saw you all those years ago. And it sounds cheesy but I just can't keep this quiet anymore, it's killing me, maybe just as much as it killed me to see you date Jackson, or when you were with Aiden even after you kissed me to stop my panic attack and I would've swore that you felt something but you decided to keep being with him, or maybe how it killed me to have to apologize to you for kissing you the night of the full moon when I didn't regret that in the slightest. I don't even regret it now. Lydia I'm the one guy that's always going to love you no matter what, and what kills me the most is that you just don't realize it. So right now I'm opening my heart to you and I'm asking…I'm begging you to tell me if you feel something, if you feel anything towards me please say it, please tell me I'm not alone in this, please tell me I'm not delusional and that you do feel something." She was looking at her feet and her cheeks were all red. She stayed quiet for a while till I couldn't take it anymore.
"Lydia, please say something." I said.
"I can't…I can't Stiles." She mumbled, looking at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Stiles, I'm with Parrish now, and you are with Malia. What do you expect me to do, to confess my undying love to you and run away with you at sunset? Come back to the real world Stiles, Malia is my friend and I care about Parrish, a lot and you are really crazy if you think that I would hurt them that way." She said.
"Then that's the only thing that's stopping you? You feel something?" I begged her to tell me.
"You are unbelievable." She said. I smelled the tears forming in her eyes even before I could see them.
"Lydia look me in the eye and tell that you have no feelings for me, look me in the eye and tell me that you don't want me and that you'll never want me." I said.
"Goodbye Stiles." She said walking away. I grabbed her wrist forcing her to stop.
"Lydia please." I whispered. I felt myself wanting to cry too.
"Let go Stiles, I can't… I can't." She said. I let go of her and she walked away from me.
And I felt my heart breaking, I watched her go. I started crying because once again Lydia Martin rejected me, once again I was left alone with my feelings for her. The only consolation I had was that she didn't look at me and expressed that she didn't have any sort of feelings for me, and that gave me hope. I knew I had to talk to Malia and end things with her now more than ever, and I would after the game, I would.
I decided to take a walk to clear my head, I found myself going to a bar I've (for obvious reasons) never been before. Now I know that it's a little cliché that I wanted to go and drink my problems away, but I couldn't even get drunk so I really didn't care. I entered the place and went to sit by the bar and asked the man for a drink. He looked at me and laughed.
"Look kid, you are clearly not twenty one and you are the sheriff's kid, why don't you just head home?" He said.
"I don't think so, I want a drink and you are going to give it to me." There was just a hint of a growl on my voice. I don't know what the guy saw on my expression but his heartbeat increased out of fear. I grabbed the collar of his shirt with both my hands and whispered, "Is that clear?" he nodded and went to bring me a Scotch.
I sat there sulking, when a strange yet familiar scent hit my nostrils. No, it couldn't be. Before I could turn around and look for the owner of that scent I felt the barrel of a gun shoved against my back, I stiffened.
"I wouldn't move if I were you handsome, it's loaded with wolfsbane bullets and I'm sure you don't want to cause a scene." I shivered at the sound of that voice.
"What do you want, Kate?" I said.
"Oh I'll show you." She said. "Now, move we are getting out of here." I did as she said and we went out to a dark alley just outside the bar. I carefully turned to see her and she was still pointing the gun at me.
"Long time no see." She said.
"Tell me what you want." I said.
"Patience grasshopper, come with me and I'll show you." She said, but it wasn't exactly an invitation. We walked until we were at the skirts of the forest and there was no one to be seen.
"You need to help her Stiles, you are the only one that can help her." She said, causing me to wonder if maybe I was dreaming, because this was exactly what she always said to me in my dreams.
"Who?" I asked.
"You know who!" She yelled.
"Allison is dead! I can't help her!" I screamed feeling frustrated at her.
"No no you don't get it!" She said.
She looked towards the forest and I took that chance to jump at her. I kicked the hand that had the gun and the gun went flying and fell to the ground. I phased and so did she. She growled at me. "You are going to regret that." She said. I growled back. I launched at her again and dig my claws on her abdomen, she punched me and I felt to the ground, there I kicked her on her legs so she would lose balance, she didn't. She jumped to were the gun had landed and just went I was about to stand up to go after her she pulled the trigger. I felt a terrible pain going from my pain through all my body. I looked down and saw the black blood coming out from my chest. I stumbled and fell to the ground, the pain was just a lot.
"Look what you made me do. Stiles, you need to help her, you have a link to her no one else does, you have a link to all of them. You just need to trigger it, you need to make it stronger!" She said.
"What are you talking about?" I mumbled, lying there on the floor.
"You should know! Think Stiles!" She screamed at me and kicked me.
"AHHHH! I don't knoooooooow!" I screamed.
"Well you will, and when you realize it you'll help her." She said.
I felt myself going unconscious and I fought it, this psychotic bitch wanted me to help her or something like that but didn't realize that I was probably going to die before I could even try it.
"Just know, that I would never help you in ANYTHING." I said. Gaining another kick form her.
I tried with all I could to stand up, and when I did I begged my inner wolf to help out, I used every single grain of energy I had left and roared! I needed Scott to find me.
"No! Now they'll come and get you." Kate said pushing me again to the ground.
I felt sad at that moment, there lying on the ground, I was going to die the same night I was rejected by Lydia, I was going to die the same night I was supposed to be surprising everyone at my lacrosse game, I was going to die before I could even know what Kate's words meant and I was going to die there all alone.
"Scott..Sco…" I mumbled. And everything went black.
Poor Stiles! But don't worry things will eventually get better for him... I'm sorry I waited a lot to update but thank y'all for your lovely reviews. You are awesome. :)