One week later
Lydia
Stiles hadn't spoken to Lydia since that day. He avoided her table at lunch, instead sitting with people like Isaac Lahey and Liam Dunbar, his lacrosse teammates. He sneaked in the occasional glance when he thought Lydia wasn't looking but after one week of nothing, she had given up on Stiles ever coming to his senses.
Lydia was sat on her bedroom floor, calling in fake sick at work; she wanted to get out of the house and have some fun. She thanked her bosses 'get well soon' and walked to her crammed wardrobe. Allison had given her all of her old clothes that didn't fit anymore and Lydia being smaller than her friend, they fit her perfectly.
She eventually decided on an azure, strapless dress with smooth, pretty folds along the front. She wiped pink lipstick onto her pouting lips and graced her eyes with eyeliner and mascara before finishing off with silver eye shadow.
She wasn't going with Allison. She wasn't going with anybody; tonight was about trying to move her aching heart on from boy with whiskey eyes.
Stiles
"But Stiles, it's Friday night" Scott barked down the phone. "Get your butt over to my house and we can watch a movie"
"Scott I just want to sleep tonight, I'm tired" Stiles lied. His heart still ached and he didn't want Scott to see the fresh cuts and bruises on his hands from 'releasing his anger' on his mirror.
"I'm not taking no for an answer Stiles, you can sleep at mine"
"Can't Allison go over?" Stiles pleaded as he looked for a bandage; he knew he was already defeated.
"No, she's got family night with her dad" Scott sighed. "So get your butt over here"
"Be there in 10" Stiles muttered, rolling his eyes at Scott's cheers.
Stiles grabbed his Jeep keys and headed over to Scott's house. Twisting his key into the door, he entered only to be face on with Scott's mom.
"Stiles" she said in surprise. "Key?"
"Yeah I had one made, so…" he told her, examining the key in his hand.
"That doesn't surprise me… scares me but, doesn't surprise me" she smiled, fluffing his hair and walking out of the door in her hospital uniform.
"Yo Scotty, where are you?"
"In the living room" Scott called out, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"I think I've scared you mom" Stiles laughed, sitting on the couch next to his friend. "What snacks you got for me?"
"I heard and just pizza" Scott grinned, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice. "Glad you changed your mind?"
"Ohh yeah" Stiles agreed hungrily, grabbing two pizza slices and shoving them simultaneously into his mouth.
"Whats the bandage for" Scott queried, a worried expression glare placed on Stiles' hands.
"Broke my mirror" Stiles replied, setting the pizza back down in the box and sitting back quietly.
"We don't have to talk about it Stiles, just tell me the truth and don't go all quiet on me"
"I punched my mirror, there happy?" Stiles threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, then massaging the skin under the bandage.
"No dude, I'm not" Scott smiled sadly, turning the TV off and looking deeply at his friend. "We need to talk"
Lydia
Lydia walked into 'Erica's Tavern', a place she heard about from Kira. Sweaty bodies were dancing to a thumping beat and people hands were all over each other. She dodged her way to the bar, sighing in relief as she sat on the stool; her heels were killing her already.
"What can I get you" a feminine voice called from behind the bar. Lydia looked up to see a pretty blonde girl smiling at her. She must have been the owner judging by the sign picture outside. Lydia glanced quickly at the board and decided on the 'Barman's choice'.
Waiting for her drink, Lydia peered around the room. She was looking for anybody that might have the slightest interest in her.
"Lydia?" a friendly voice called from behind her. She spun around only to see the guy from the party, Jordan, standing grinning at her. "I was wondering if I would ever see you again, where'd you disappear to?"
"Sorry about that" she smiled; now was her chance to move on. She knew this guy was nice and he was interested in her. "I got sick and had to go home" she lied, obviously well enough to convince him.
"It's okay, fate has brought us together again" he told her as he sat in the seat next to her.
"Yeah" she smiled flirtatiously, sipping her drink and drifting away from the boring story he had started telling her. She wondered what Stiles was doing right now: was he thinking about her or had he moved on.
"Do you want to go on a date with me?" Jordan snapped her back from her daydream. She was stunned; this guy was actually serious about her.
"Uh, sure" she blurted before she could stop herself. She liked this guy, she really did but she didn't know if he was really the guy she wanted to end up with. He grabbed her phone from her hands and started to trade phone numbers.
"Great, you live at 29 cross-ridge avenue, right?" he smiled, looking up from the mobile devices to confirm his facts.
Her hear t started to beat really quickly in alarm. "How do you know that?" she questions him.
"I'm a police officer, remember?" he laughed at her like she should have known the answer, looking back down at the phones to finish swapping numbers.
"Right" she replied. Sirens were still going off in her head; had he been stalking her? "I have to get home" she told him, standing up and slowly heading towards the door.
"I'll walk you out" he decided, catching up with her and wrapping his arm over her shoulder. Her body cringed as she was hit with realisation: This guy was 24 and she was 17.
"Bye" she smiled a fake smile at him, desperate to go home, take a shower and call Allison to tell her what she had agreed too.
"I'll pick you up at 5:00 tomorrow" he told her. Wasn't he supposed to ask her if that time was okay with her?
Lydia nodded her head and hurriedly walked away from the bar, towards her house.
