A/N: Hey guys, here is chapter 2. It's a little shorter, but the next one will be coming very soon. I cannot stop writing, I'm so immersed in this!
Happy reading!
"So I drove her home this morning, and when we get there she like, lingers in my car." Stiles was recounting the Lydia situation to Scott, while they walked to class. His best friend was following along tentatively, the always great listener.
"Lingers?" Scott questions him, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes dude, lingers. You know, she like kinda hangs out longer than what's considered normal? She was staring at me like I had three heads." Stiles retorts, like Scott doesn't know what the word means.
"And then I obviously ask her if she's all there or whatever and she basically blows the door of my jeep off trying to get away from me." Stiles finishes the story, obviously awaiting Scott's feedback.
"Well maybe she just realized that she was going to be late, you know how girls always take forever to get ready. " Scott offers.
"Maybe." He pauses. "I don't think that's it though."
"Well if it's going to bother you that much why not just ask her? We've got Econ later and she always sits behind you." Scott says, as they turn the corner of the hallway where they find Lydia walking into them. She has her head down, books clutched in her arms. Using his keen senses Scott avoids crashing into her, but Stiles isn't so lucky. He collides with her, lanky arms, red hair and books flying.
Neither of them fall, but Stiles does end up leaning up against a locker to the left of him, and Lydia's books end up on the ground. Lydia gasps once she gathers her books and herself. "Stiles are you okay?"
Stiles looks at her and nods. "Yeah I'm fine. Sorry."
She just smiles at him gingerly and turns back down the hallway.
"See?" Stiles motions to Scott once Lydia is out of earshot. "Wouldn't she have normally told me that I need to watch where I'm going or rolled her eyes at me or something?!"
Scott just looks at Stiles with his eyebrows raised and shakes his head. Then he continues down the hallway without him.
"Dude, come on." Stiles calls after him, jogging to catch up.
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She's been mulling last night and this morning over in her head all day. It's like she can't focus, barely taking any notes in class and finding she doesn't even remember what class she's in. His sleep talking keeps replaying in her head, and part of her wishes the words were true, or that he was awake when he had said them.
Not that she'd ever admit it.
When 5th period rolls around, she knows she'll have to face him again, but at least he won't be able to look at her all period, since she always sits directly behind him. She could feel his eyes on her every time they passed each other in the hallway between classes, and even more so when they collided earlier.
She makes her way to Coach's classroom, dragging her feet even though she knows she just has to suck it up and deal with it. When she reaches the door she pauses for a second. Okay Lydia, just go in there like you didn't even hear anything last night. It's just another day, and you're going to sit behind your friend during a class. No big deal. She sighs and enters the room.
Stiles isn't in there yet, but she takes the seat behind where he'll sit. She brings her books out of her messenger bag and flips the notebook open. Trying to distract herself, she taps the pen she's holding on the desk.
She feels Scott take the desk beside her and she looks up, Stiles is sitting down in front of her, like always. He turns around once he's seated and smiles at her. She gives a weak smile in return.
"Hey, how's your day goin'?" He asks.
"It's alright, I just can't seem to focus on anything today." She replies, not sure how else to respond. She can't seem to lie.
He nods, and touches her hand, stopping the pen. "You'll get past this, it'll be okay".
She remembers Meredith and realizes that's why he thinks she's distracted. Of course he doesn't think it's anything else, come on Lydia.
Coach walks into the room and closes the door. Stiles removes his hand and turns back around in his chair.
She tries to focus on Coach's lecture with no luck. A few minutes tick by and she feels her phone vibrate in her dress pocket.
She pulls it out and checks the message.
From: Stiles Stilinski 2:06pm
Hey, wat was with u this morning?
She furrows her brow as she reads it, lowers her phone into the hollow of the desk and types back.
To: Stiles Stilinski
What do you mean?
She hears his phone vibrate, and a few seconds later she receives another message.
From: Stiles Stilinski 2:07pm
u no, when u basiclly jumped out of the jeep. do i smell or wat? :P
To: Stiles Stilinski
I did not jump. I just knew I was going to be late. And yes, you do smell, just like most people who have all 5 senses ;)
She chuckles before she sends the message.
From: Stiles Stilinski 2:08pm
wrong. try again. i no somethings up and its not cuz of our friend.
Before she can even contemplate on what to write back, her attention is brought to the front of the class.
"Miss Martin, is there something you would like to share with us?" Coach looks at her questioningly.
She freezes and stashes her phone back into her pocket. "No, nothing." She replies hurriedly.
"Alright. I won't warn you again about having your cell phone out." Coach turns back to his lecture and she releases the breath she was holding.
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At the end of the day she's walking to her car, thankful that the day is finally over. When she reaches it she's greeted by Stiles, leaning against it.
Oh great.
"Hi" She says gingerly, not sure where this conversation is going to go.
"You wanna explain to me what's up now or are you going to keep pretending like everything's fine?" He says, looking at her expectantly.
She sighs, her hands curled in the flowery pattern of her dress. "Okay, everything's not fine." She admits. "But I'm not explaining it to you here."
"Alright, where and when then?" He demands.
"Do you have plans tonight?" She looks up at him. He returns her gaze and leans closer to her, so she can almost feel his breath. She remembers what it felt like from when he was cuddling her last night.
"Malia and me are going to study at her place for a bit but I can run by your house later?" He replies.
When she hears Malia's name, her heart sinks. Come on Lydia, you know he has a girlfriend and you know that he probably doesn't even mean what he said last night. Get a grip.
She nods and says "'Kay, That works."
Stiles straightens up and moves away from her, so she can open the driver's door. His hand brushes her forearm as he moves past her and she shivers.
"I'll see you later then." He grins at her and gives a small wave, turning towards the jeep in the distance where Malia is waiting.
Lydia gets in her car and sighs. This is bad, really really bad. She turns the ignition and the car roars to life. She pulls from the school parking lot, and turns on the radio. She turns it up and starts singing along. Maybe that will take her mind off things.