So here is a short one, almost a teaser of chapter 9. Hope you'll like it!
Chapter 8:
Both Stiles and Lydia hadn't slept at all that night.
After Malia left, Stiles just stayed wide awake trying to figure out what she had just told him.
Did Lydia really have been in love with him for that long without telling him, or showing him for the matter? And why did she stay quiet about it? Why did she wait to be on the verge of a certain death to indirectly confess her feelings for him? Was it that hard to swallow? He couldn't help thinking that maybe she was ashamed of being seen with him. It was ridiculous, he knew that, because they had been hanging around everywhere together for the past two years and she never hid their friendship to the rest of the world. She was above that and above everybody's judgement. She was Lydia fucking Martin. She outwitted everyone and she didn't give a shit about what people thought. Well, at least, not anymore. But deep down, Stiles couldn't get past his old insecurities and he couldn't help remembering the time she ignored him for being an insignificant dork… Back then, he was nobody to her and all she was thinking about was dating the captain of the Lacrosse team and being popular. When he thought about it, he realized that she had always dated strong athletics boys…all that he never was and most certainly never will. He was Stiles freaking Stilinsky. He was coach and, quite frankly, everybody else's favorite whipping boy…not a foil that for sure. He wasn't built to be Lydia Martin's boyfriend…well at least not two years ago he thought.
His head was about to burst and he couldn't think straight anymore out of exhaustion.
He came to the conclusion that he didn't want to know anymore and was even madder at her. They could have been great together, he thought. He could have been a fucking good boyfriend to her. She just had to snap her fingers and she knew that but she chose otherwise, preferring to keep him in the dark and dating some other "model type" kind of a guy.
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Lydia on the other hand still boiled internally.
How could he make a scene to her when he still had a girlfriend to cuddle with? She couldn't stop picturing them in a hot make-out session and that infuriated her. But at the same time she couldn't help picturing herself in Malia's place and wondering how it would feel to have him all over her, what his touch on her skin would feel like, what he would say to her…and that infuriated her even more. She had never been in that position. Well, she had been rejected by Jackson in a way, but that didn't even start to compete with what she felt right now, cause she had never felt this way for anybody before and that scared the shit out of her. She was Lydia Martin for god's sake. She was the one in control. Always. She was the one making the decisions and right now she couldn't decide anything. She couldn't decide if she hated Stiles or if she wanted him even more. She had been able to repress her feeling for a while but now that it was out, she felt like a freaking ticking bomb right about to explode. She felt weak out of her comfort zone and wasn't really pleased with that new sensation. She was living a freaking nightmare.
At 8 a.m. the next morning both their phones buzzed. It was Scott summoning them for a pack meeting, apparently some dread doctors' emergency that needed to be fixed. Ironically, they both felt relieved to have something else to focus on. Exhaustion might have blinded their judgement 'cause they didn't even realize it meant they had to face each other…
