July 18, 2012
Night time is the worst time because night time is Lydia-all-alone-time. I make Prada sleep at the end of my bed by carrying her into my room after dinner and locking the door.
It's not even 10 p.m. yet but it's not like I have anything to do or stay up for or even get out of bed for except the mashed potatoes downstairs but I already ate. I spent time painting my nails bright blue and I spent time painting my toenails bright blue, too. I do a bit of stretching and five sit-ups before I text Stiles and ask him to bring me ice cream.
I am trying to focus on my summer reading for AP French when I discover my phone under the covers and see a bright…
ALERT: 3 NEW MESSAGES
Scott McCall
9:16 p.m. Stay inside tonight. Full moon.
Stiles Stilinski
9:25 p.m. I have to watch Scott tonight. Rain check?
Ashley Cloven
9:38 p.m. Styrofoam party Dream Club! I can pick u up in 10 min? ;)
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I figure why not because Stiles isn't here to tell me bad idea. I climb into Ashley Cloven's sparkly new white BMW and smile though it feels stiff with all the makeup I've piled on. This summer I've been too lazy, too wrapped around Stiles to worry about my appearance. But Ashley expects Lydia Martin not crazy Lydia. Which is why I can't breathe in a little strapless dress and my ears are crying having to listen to the Top 40 countdown.
"I'm so excited we're hanging out again, Lyds! We haven't seen each other all summer! I have to catch you up on everything that's been happening. Whoa! I love that dress." Ashley is a blonde, perky cheerleader who used to be my source of gossip. I don't know how she knows everything but she does and it's good to be friends with someone like that, as long as I don't tell her anything. So I keep my mouth shut about being crazy and seeing red everywhere. "Woo! Could you grab my purse? I have a flask in there and I want to make sure it's full so we have enough at the club."
A wave by a bouncer lets us into the pulsing music environment and Ashley cheers and grabs my hand. Strobe lights shine in every direction and people are packed against each other. I nearly cry when the lights flicker to red but Ashley turns to make sure I'm still behind her and I send a stunning smile her way. We end up in the middle of a mob of college guys who cheer and Ashley cheers and I manage my usual smirk with little difficulty.
There is a lot of cheering but I don't really mind because of the flask Ashley and I keep passing between us. We're dancing with college boys and its summer and Ashley winks at me as one of them leads her away. I am left alone in the middle of a mosh pit of tan, muscled 18 years or older hot guys and I am totally not thinking of brown sweet eyes and hand holding.
One of the tan, muscled and hot stands directly in front of me and the piercing eyes and spiked hair screams Jackson; he places his right hand on my left hip and says, "Hey. I'm Sean."
Smile and flip hair because I am "Lydia."
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Somehow we end up back at my house and Prada yips, yips and I thank my lucky stars that my mom is at another party. Somehow Sean knows where my room is and my AP French book is shoved to the floor. I am straddling a boy's lap and this boy is kissing my neck and I almost cry at not being alone and am so happy and when said boy stands and says he needs to use the bathroom, I fluff my hair and adjust my boobs. A beep, beep follows his exit and where's my phone?
Stiles Stilinski
12:03 p.m. I know you might be asleep but I just hope you were okay tonight. I'll be over tomorrow to pick you up for breakfast. Sleep tight Lydia (:
And there goes my heart. Beating, beating so loud and Sean is back and look at that, who's Stiles? What's a Stiles? Stiles is too good for me and I need someone who is like me and Sean is making my back arch and is this really happening? I see no red and red is always at night.
Contrary to popular belief, the only boy I've had sex with Jackson and the only boy who's ever seen me naked is Jackson (not counting Stiles and half of the police force). But no worries, I totally know what I'm doing when Sean pushes me back on the bed and well, there goes my underwear hitting my desk and I kick one shoe one way, and the other shoe another way. I reach under his shirt and pull it off and I don't even look to see where it lands because here comes his jeans and there goes my dress and good thing I didn't wear a bra because I'd probably never be able to find it after this crazy strip down. The only thing left is this beautiful boy's underwear, which I reach to take off but he is already moving his body down, down, down and then his face is between my legs and oh, oh, oh, what a sweet feeling.
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Prada yips close to my face at ten in the morning and Sean is gone and I am naked and I see my dress hanging off a lamp. Someone is stomping up the stairs and my mom is never awake before noon after a party so when Stiles strolls into my room, I'm not exactly surprised, just extremely aware of the fact that my boobs are hidden under only a single sheet of satin.
Stile sits at the foot of my bed, "Hey sleeping beauty, I thought we agreed to meet at 9. I've been calling for the past forty minutes."
I manage to smile and slip further under the covers, "Late night, I'll be down in a minute."
"I don't trust you." He smiles and shit, he is reaching for the sheet, "You're just going to fall back asleep."
"No way, I'm totally awake." I grip the sheet.
"I don't know, Lydia. Your bed is too tempting to resist."
And he grabs the sheet and lifts and I am gripping the sheet and am being lifted so my boobs and front side of my body are still covered but my naked back is on display. Stiles opens his mouth to ask me why I am naked but stops as he spots Sean's shirt on top of my windowsill. He turns his head back towards me and there are his eyes, looking a mix of sadness and frustration, and I feel guilty and I don't know why but I am Lydia Martin and before I know it, I say, "Well, are we going or not?" And I shove the sheet off my body and Stiles opens his mouth in shock and almost like he's about to say something but thinks better off it and he turns around and I get dressed.
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Eggs sunny-side up and a tall glass of orange juice and I feel good as new. My hair is in a sloppy ponytail because I didn't have time to brush the sex hair away. Stiles ordered more food than everybody combined at the diner, but hasn't finished any of it. He chugs milk and looks at me with raised eyebrows and sad eyes and I nearly snap at him but restrain myself. What does he expect? Because I hold his hand, I can't have fun? I am Lydia and I'm trying to stay Lydia and not go back to crazy Lydia.
I ask for the check and before I can get my wallet, Stiles has his out and doesn't let me say a word. "It's mostly all mine anyway…"
I nod and watch him pay and then we head back to his car.
We're driving down the road and the light changes from green, to yellow, and ends with red and we stop. "Are you mad at me?" Not that I care.
"No, why would I be?"
"Why shouldn't you be?" He raises his eyebrows.
"All in a good fun."
"Right."
Red to green and he speeds. How does a sheriff's son know how to speed? I giggle and Stiles glances over but doesn't say anything.
We pull into my driveway as my mom leaves the front door. She raises her hand in a wave and gets in her car. We watch as she drives away and Stiles turns the radio down and says, "Wanna hang out with Scott and I tonight?" He doesn't look at me and I bite my lip in frustration.
"Sure."
"Okay, uh. You can come over at 8 or so."
"All right. Thanks for the food."
"Yeah. I'll see you later."
I hop out of the car and he doesn't drive away until I shut the front door behind me.
Its noon and I have eight hours before I have to do anything so I settle down on the couch and decide to take a quick cat nap.
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I jerk awake and feel very cold, cold, cold and the clock reads 8:12 p.m. and Prada is curled into a ball at my feet and I have a missed call from Scott. I jump off the couch and stuff my feet into a pair of sandals and grab my purse and swing open the door and there, standing before me, is Derek Hale.
Derek does a toothy grin and puts his hand on the doorframe, "Got a minute?"