Author's Note: Sorry it's been awhile, has wisdom teeth out and yada yada. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this (short) chapter! I have another one in the works, I just had this promt stuck in my head and I needed to write it down.
Stiles didn't know how else to feel about her anymore. He barely had time to think with all of the werewolf stuff going on with his best friend. Scott had wolf powers, a girlfriend, and new found popularity due to his improved hand-eye coordination. Stiles felt guilty about it, but he was a tad angry. No one paid him the slightest bit of attention and he was feeling more worthless than he had in a long time. He hated self-pity but he needed to wallow, think about what life could be like for him if maybe he had the bite as well. Maybe Lydia Martin would finally notice him, maybe he and Scott would be able to spend more time together, maybe he would just be an overall more coordinated, well rounded person. He couldn't help but process these thoughts as he sat at the lunch table with Scott and Allison.
Lydia was walking towards the table, followed by her dashing boyfriend Jackson Whittmore. The only person Stiles probably truly envied. Why was she coming towards their table? This was different, he was nervous. But he probably would have been more excited if her boy toy wasn't on her heels. She sat down next Allison, as gracefully as a human being could. Her presence was a welcomed by Stiles but he had no energy to be shot down today. So he just sat there and looked up at her occasionally, taking her in as much as possible.
How she faked laughed at a story Scott was telling. How she whispered something in Allison's ear and they both giggled. How she ran her hand up and down Jackson's thigh. He cringed at that sight. How her green eyes were highlighted by the eye shadow she was wearing. How her blouse hugged her perfectly in all the right places, he tried not to stare, but she almost made it too easy. How not one strand of her glossy strawberry blonde hair was out of place.
Every part of him longed to reach out and brush a piece behind her ear. Just to touch her flawless hair. Just to be next to her. Just to tell her how impeccable everything about her was. Just to appreciate her. Just to make someone else feel the opposite of how he currently did. Just to make her feel anything but completely and utterly significant. He wanted her so badly. But she was different then she was in the third grade. Her perfect team captain of a boyfriend stood in the way of anything for one. But she knew damn sure that he didn't know what he had. But like he said to himself before, she was different now. Drawn to beauty and popularity, that's what was important to her. Not safety, not comfort, not real love. She would never go for him. He still liked to pretend that she was the same way she was when she was eight years old. She had been caring, compassionate, friendly, open, and genuine. If she still was that way he might have his chance with her.
He hoped, prayed, wished every night that one day she would need someone like him who could actually be there for her. Through whatever circumstance. Someone to love her completely unconditionally. He wasn't counting on it anymore though; he wasted so much time already. But it was the beginning of their sophomore year and things could change. Maybe she could be like she was years ago. Maybe she would need him to help build a Lego castle Maybe she would need him to take care of her again He smiled at the memory and looked up. He caught her eye and she saw him smiling and she reciprocated with a small, three-second one from across the table. He didn't make a big deal of it but it did help him have a better rest of the day.