Derek had gone up to bed saying he was tired. Stiles wanted to finish the last Vampire Diaries episode on the DVR. He found himself dozing off in spite of himself, eyes closing again, dropping into a snore.
A knock at the door snapped him out of it. It better not be Allison again. Stiles was slightly surprised when it was Lydia standing on the porch instead. She looked like she'd been crying, her masscara was slightly runny and her facial expression sad.
"Lydia?" he asked her gently.
Her face crumpled and she burst into tears, throwing herself at him. He caught her with his arms.
"Hey," he said softly, rubbing her back. "What is it?"
He tried not to remind himself that this was the girl he'd liked since Kindergarten, his werewolf nose unable to avoid her scent, like cherries and roses. It was definitely a more feminine scent than Derek.
"Why doesn't anyone want me?" she sniffled, crying into his shirt.
"Lydia," he said gently. "Look at me. That's not true."
Lydia looked up at him, getting caught in those brown eyes. Stiles smiled at her assuringly.
"See?" he asked softly, brown eyes shining with love. "Only a fool couldn't want you. You're beautiful."
She smiled a little and wiped her eyes with her hand, smearing her masscara worse than ever.
"I just feel like I've lost everything Stiles," she whispered, looking at the floor. "I've lost Jackson. He broke up with me. He was right that our relationship was just for looks and popularity, but I pretended it was real."
Her eyes were looking directly into his now, and she looked like she might cry again. Stiles inhaled, raising a shaky hand. He placed it against her cheek, trying to think of Derek, but right now he could only see Lydia.
"Maybe you need to stop pretending," he said in a quiet voice. "Be real."
She was looking at him, lips slightly parted. He wanted to kiss her, he really did, but Derek flashed in front of his face.
"We shouldn't do this," he said, dropping his hand.
Lydia brought her hands up, cupping both his cheeks between them. Her eyes burned into his.
"Stop pretending," she repeated his words at him.
She got him. He pressed his lips on hers, feeling her respond to him immediately. He exhaled against her lips, and ran his fingers down her arms, quickening the kiss.
She fell into him, hands wrapping around his waist, feeling his tongue probing her mouth with need.
"Lydia," he breathed against her lips, still kissing her frantically.
He wanted to stop. Should stop, but his body had other ideas. His hand brushed over her shoulders, down her upper back, under her shirt. His fingers brushed her bra strap and that did it.
"No," he said, pulling away, breathing heavy. "I'm sorry Lydia. This is cheating."
"Stiles," she whispered, eyes hurt. "Why?"
"Because, I love Derek. I'm his mate."
She inhaled, running her hand over her eyes like she might cry again, but instead nodded in acceptance.
"I understand. Let's always be friends Stiles."
He smiled at her.
"That's a promise."
He hugged her again, not seeing the tears running down her face. She'd never have him. He wanted Derek, not her.
ooOoo
Stefan didn't want to be in this stupid hotel room. He wanted to reach Beacon Hills. Of course he supposed he couldn't expect Uncle Kevin to drive all the way to California without stopping.
His uncle came out of the bathroom.
"You'll probably want a shower Stefan. You'll be meeting your father and brother tomorrow afternoon, provided we make good time."
"I can't wait Uncle Kevin. Thank you."
His uncle smiled at him, knowing how much this meant to his nephew.
"You're welcome," he whispered.
Stefan felt a newfound love and respect for his uncle. He should never have said those things before. If Uncle Kevin didn't care he wouldn't be driving them all the way across the country to California to meet Stiles.
ooOoo
Scott was surprised to see Allison's car in his driveway. She was in the driver's seat, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in sleep. He found himself thinking how beautiful she was. He couldn't help it. How long had she been there waiting?
He rapped on her windshield gently. Her eyes blinked open and she smiled at him softly. He grinned back. She stepped out, shutting her car door carefully.
"Where you been?" she asked him.
"Oh Jackson's," he said. "He's pack ya know."
"Yeah," she nodded. "I would have never thought about that. Since when are you and Jackson so close?"
"We got closer after you left I guess."
He wasn't ready to tell her about just how close they'd gotten.
"How long you been here?" he asked instead.
"About an hour I guess," she shrugged. "Its no biggie. Guess your mom still works late hours at the hospital."
"Yeah she does. Anything you need to talk about?"
"Actually yes," she said. "You need to know that there's other hunters in town. Stiles and Derek already know. I came by earlier and you weren't here, I thought you might have been there."
He nodded, folding his arms over his chest. He was so cold-natured sometimes, even being an alpha.
"How was Derek?"
She smirked slightly.
"Oh he was the same as usual," she replied sarcastically. "You know him and his love for my family."
"Other hunters huh?" Scott asked, returning to the subject at hand.
"They're called the Berns. I think my father knows them somehow, but he won't say. You should come over. Maybe you could get him to talk."
"I will," he promised. "Just not tonight. Its about eleven o'clock."
"Yeah good point," she agreed.
She fell silent looking into his eyes, breath hitching at her desire. Scott looked back, smiling slightly, tongue darting out across his lips. She stepped forward and placed her hand on his arm.
Scott knew he shouldn't, thinking of Jackson, but his feelings for Allison were still so overpowering. He dipped his head, capturing her lips.
They'd been denied each other entirely too long. Allison moaned softly and cupped his cheek with her palm, her lips grinding needily, feeling his tongue slide into her mouth.
Scott held her lips a few more seconds before pulling back, his eyes glazed over. Her breathing was coming out in sexy little burts of need, exciting him. He thought of Jackson.
"We shouldn't have," he told her.
"I know," she whispered, nodding. "Sorry."
He couldn't let her apologize for something he'd wanted either.
"Don't apologize," he told her with a little smile. "I wanted it too, but it shouldn't have happened. You already told me you didn't want me."
She should tell him the actual truth, but she was too proud, the hunter in her coming out.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm not sure what got into me. I should go."
She got in her car, watching him go back to his front door. He paused and turned back to her on the porch, giving a smile and a wave. Her heart sank down into her stomach. Scott...
She watched him go in, a tear sliding down her face. She pressed a hand against her heart, inhaling to soothe the ache. She'd tried to get over him, but it wasn't working. She wanted him still.
ooOoo
Author's Note: Yeah I wanted to give the readers a little Stydia, but Stiles and Lydia are not getting together in this fic. I do admire the pairing though, so I wanted to slip a little in. I know it wasn't like epic romance or anything, but that's because I have someone else in mind for Lydia. I want to keep Sterek.
Scallison may be the outcome of this fic, but I also like Scott and Jackson, and am not sure. I may put Allison with another original character, maybe one of the werespiders.
I really can't say right now. Reviews will motivate me to write more frequently. :-)
