Lydia and Stiles: Lydia's POV

After Allison left I went shopping. It always cleared my head. Not only did I have to deal with the Stiles thing, but I also had to sort out how I felt about Aiden. We didn't really have anything I would miss, we just hooked up. He was just a distraction from whatever feelings I had left for Jackson. With Jackson it was hot and dangerous, and powerful. We had a connection, something special. Yeah, he was angry most of the time, but he was also passionate when it was just the two of us. In public he didn't really care how he treated me, and for the longest time I pretended it was okay.

I always knew Stiles was in love with me, despite that he thought I didn't know he existed. I've always appreciated him because he was someone who really cared about me. Sure I ignored him, it just didn't look good socially to be seeing Stiles Stilinski. And now I'm ashamed to even have cared so much what other people think. Stiles was amazing, he was too good for me and we all knew that was the case.

Cora connected with Stiles so quickly that it made me jealous, spiking my interest in him. I knew what he saw in her; she was serious, she was wounded, and beautiful. Maybe I was too late, maybe he wouldn't even be my friend anymore.

I entered Macy's with a mission. I was on a quest to find some form fitting dresses that I knew would catch Stiles' attention. His favorite color was blue, so I found one halter dress in dark blue that stopped mid-thigh. A flowy red dress caught my eye, something that I knew he'd appreciate me in. After I found a black v cut dress and pale pink blouse and buttoned up high shorts I headed for the jewelry. Picking out a silver necklace and a beaded black headband, I headed for the makeup. Normally, I don't wear red lipstick or anything too loud, but I think red was in order with that black dress. I had a gold pair of earrings and matching bracelet at home that Stiles got me for my birthday that I never wore. Next I found a pretty seducing perfume that I hoped he liked. After everything was paid for I headed home to match things up.

Aiden texted me.

Aiden: I'll come over around seven so we can catch up ;)

Um, fuck that. I love how he assumed that I wanted him to come over. A few weeks ago I would've, but since that day Stiles was trying to get me to help him and Cora at school I couldn't get him out of my head, and definitely not out of my heart. He was embedded within me, and that scared the crap out of me.

Me: I'm good, but thanks.

Let that eat him up.

Aiden: Are you feeling okay?

Me: Yeah, see ya.

Tonight I wasn't going to stay in, I was going to have fun and I planned to have fun with Stiles. Maybe we could go to the park and have a picnic. Yeah, that sounded good. Excited and beyond nervous at the same time, I headed to the kitchen to make a few sandwiches and package some fruit. I could pick up some chips or something junky at the store for him. As quickly as I could I freshened up, threw on the black dress, and gold heels. Stiles' gold necklace and bracelet sat untouched on my desk. It wasn't until now that I noticed how beautiful it was, how thoughtful he was to get me all of this stuff. I couldn't help but chuckle at the TV I found in his room when I went to go see him after Gerard beat him up. Maybe I felt something then to, but I couldn't tell because I was too busy crying over Jackson.

I curled my hair, and then put my hair in an intricate bun with a few tendrils falling down in the front and the back. I applied some mascara on then bravely applied the deep red lipstick. Did I look trashy? Not really, but it was so not me. Hopefully Stiles loved it. I felt breathless and uneasy I thought about him. What if he didn't want to hang out with me? Determined, I pushed that thought out of my head as I spritzed some of the new perfume on and surveyed myself in my full length mirror. I blew out a jittery breath. "I can do this." I told myself.

After running to the store for some soda and down to Hurley's for curly fries I made my way to his house. Butterflies were dancing around in my stomach, I felt thrilled. I was ready for this, I was ready for us to take the next step if he was.

I parked down the street so I could surprise him if he heard my engine. Carrying the picnic basket and blanket I closed in on his house, and that's when I saw them together. Stiles was leaning against his jeep talking to Cora. What was she doing here, at his house? They were just talking, that was all it was. I could wait for her to leave so we could go to the park and talk. It would be really romantic, and everything I've always wanted.

He said something and she laughed. They stood looking at each other. My heart thumped in my chest as I realized that I really did have competition, that someone really did have Stiles' attention besides me.

She leaned in and kissed him. My heart stopped. She kissed him and he hadn't pulled away, he kissed her back, and his hands went to her hips. Tears pricked at my eyes as I felt defeated. I flew back to my car as fast as I could, trying to control my heart expanding and my throat closing up. Once I was inside my car a sob leaked out. One sob turned into two, and soon I couldn't control what was coming pouring out of me. It felt like my heart was cracking into two, it felt like I was going to vomit.

Something told me to drive back to my house, I didn't want him to find me crying over him. And somehow with minimal tears I made it back to my house where I called Allison in my driveway. She answered on the third ring. "Hey, wh-" she started cheerfully, but I cut her off.

"He kissed her!" I sobbed, clutching my chest.

"What?" she asked, clearly concerned.

I wiped at my tear stricken face. "Stiles kissed Cora. I just saw it. He likes her!" My voice broke.

"No, that can't be right. He loves you Lydia. He wouldn't do that." She sounded so convinced.

"Well, he's not anymore because he kissed her and he grabbed her hips. He wanted her." I sobbed.

She cursed under her breath. "Are you at home?"

"Yesss." I whined.

"Okay, I'm coming over. With lots of Ice Cream!"

What? "Make sure it's low fat." I wiped at my eyes. "No, bring frozen yogurt, something with toffee and caramel."

I could tell she was amused. "Okay, I'll be right over."

But she was with Isaac. I wasn't being a good friend to her, taking her away from the guy she liked. "Wait!" I yelled so she'd hear me.

"What?" she answered.

"What about Isaac? Are you going to leave him alone again? I mean, after you kissed him and all-" I heard her gasp.

"I'm on my way." She hung up.

Feeling weak, I made my way to my room and cried until my throat hurt and my eyes felt swollen.