A/N: Here is the next chapter! Happy reading!

Lydia has extra pep in her step the next morning, feeling more rested than ever. It seems like everything is good, and she's high off the feeling.

She takes one last look in the mirror before heading off to school. She's all done up, makeup flawless and her hair half up, an intricate braid around the center of her skull, the rest of her red locks cascading down her back. She smiles and saunters out the door, and grabing her keys.

When she gets in her car, she feels her phone vibrate in her cardigan pocket. She pulls it out and smiles when she sees Stiles' name.

From: Stiles Stilinski 7:36am
mornin gorgeous :)

To: Stiles Stilinski
Good Morning :)

She turns the key in the ignition and puts her phone away. Some pop style song comes on the radio and she turns it up louder. She doesn't know the song, but it has a steady beat and it seems happy.

Yes, it is a good morning Stiles. She thinks.

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She's looking in her locker for her math textbook later on at school when Kira appears beside her.

"So, did you hear that Stiles and Malia are done?" She inquires.

"No, actually I had no idea." Lydia lies, thinking it will be better to put on a face like she and Stiles totally didn't end up revealing feelings and such a mere half hour after he and Malia were broken up.

"Yeah, apparently they had a fight about you." Kira says, eyes gauging to see her reaction.

Lydia feigns surprise. "Me?" She asks. "Why would they fight about me?"

Kira looks slightly crestfallen, not getting any information other than what she already knew. "No idea, I just heard Scott talking about it in passing earlier. Malia hasn't said anything about it to me all day, I didn't even know." She replies.

"Oh, well I hope she's okay." She says softly, not sure what else to say.

She looks across the hallway and spots Stiles, who is leaning against the locker next to Scott's, obviously deep in some conversation. His eyes shift to her direction, and he spots her looking at him. He gives her a quick wink and smiles, before going back to his conversation.

Scott was too engrossed in his locker to see the exchange, but Kira wasn't.

"Um, what was that?" She questions Lydia.

"What?" She retorts, shutting her locker and turning back towards Kira.

"You know what, I saw that." She says, a smirk on her lips.

"You saw nothing." She says. She doesn't even believe her own voice.

"Yeah right." Kira says, smiling before she heads over to Scott's locker herself.

Lydia pulls out her phone and sends a quick text.

To: Stiles Stilinski
You can't just wink at me in public! I swear I am going to give this all away, Kira's already on to us.

She starts walking down the hallway to her next class when she feels the reply come in.

From: Stiles Stilinski 9:55am
ill make something up. jus go wit it if she says anything

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Rumours are flying everywhere by the end of the day. Some people say that Lydia broke them up on purpose, others say there was cheating involved. She even heard that apparently Malia had a disease and that's why Stiles ended it. It makes her sick to think that people have nothing else to do but gossip about other people's lives.

She's almost to her car when she spots a familiar figure standing by her car. And not the one she wants to see today.

She swallows and manages to speak. "Hi Malia."

"You'd better stay away from Stiles." She says, not bothering to sweeten up her voice.

"Excuse me?" Lydia says, before she can stop herself. This is not the time or place for a cat fight, Lydia, verbal or otherwise.

"You heard me." Malia says, stepping closer to her. "I know how close you are - too close if we're being honest - and I don't like it." She finishes, her arms crossed on her chest.

Lydia cocks and eyebrow at her. "I thought you were broken up?" She wonders.

"Broken up?" Malia says incredulously. "We had a fight. It's fine."

Uh oh.

"Well Stiles and I are friends, so I don't think that will be changing anytime soon." Lydia states, not wanting to back down.

"Well, I would appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself then." Malia says, walking away.

What the fuck was that? Her brain goes into overload. This isn't good.

She gets into her car and pulls her phone out of her pocket. Instead of texting this time, she opts for a phone call.

"Hey." She hears his voice through the speaker, an obvious smile on his lips.

"We have a problem." She responds, not even bothering to say hi.

"O-kay, like what?" He says. "I already got Kira off our backs, she just thinks that we have this like inside joke thing."

"Apparently you still have a girlfriend." Lydia retorts, trying not to be mad at the situation.

"Hun?" He sounds completely confused.

"Malia thinks you are still together. She just told me so." She says. "She was waiting for me when I got out to my car".

"Fuck." Stiles says. She can hear him punch something in his jeep on the other end. She can just picture him waving his hand and making a face.

"Yeah."

"I'll take care of it." He says. "I'll talk to you later." He says before hanging up.

She looks at her phone, the red flashing background of her phone from the ended call like a flashing neon sign spelling out: YOU'RE FUCKED.

She sighs before she places the phone on the passenger seat and starts her car.

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She doesn't hear from him until 7pm that night. Her brain has been in overdrive since their phone conversation and the way he left it.

He shows up at her house, knocking on the door. She opens up and tries to let him in, but he lingers on the porch and gestures for her to come outside.

That isn't a good sign. Her brain whispers to her.

She gingerly steps out of her house and closes the door. She folds her arms in front of her chest, a bad feeling hitting her out of nowhere. She looks at him expectantly.

"So," He begins. He swallows thickly before he continues. "We can't do this."

Of course not.

She just looks back at him sadly,waiting for more of an answer. He can't meet her gaze, his eyes shifting towards the door behind her.

"Look, Lyds," He tries again. "I can't abandon her. She needs me, she's got all this catching up to do with life and love and people and no one else will do it but me."

"But you can abandon me." She says, her voice barely a whisper.

"Lydia,"

"No." She moves her hands from her chest to her hips, her eyes glazing over with potential tears. "You know what, if you don't have the balls to end things with her, then you don't deserve this." She says, motioning between them.

"Lyds," He steps closer to her, as if he really just wants to wrap his arms around her and comfort her.

"Fuck you Stiles." She spits at him, pushing at him in his chest with her hands. "I don't even know why I bothered."

He looks at her like he's genuinely hurt. He doesn't move, just looks at her sadly. All she really wants to do is lean her head on his shoulder and cry, but she won't let herself. Instead, she turns on her heel, walks through her front door and slams it in his face.

What he doesn't see or hear is this: when the door shuts, she slowly slides down it to the floor. Her legs stretch out on the floor and the tears that threatened to spill over on the porch fall fast and violently. She sobs quietly against the door, her head falling into her hands as she cries.

A/N: Please please please don't hate me. I wanted there to be a little bit of angst in here, as much as I love the fluff I thrive off the angst. Don't worry though, it's not over yet ;)

If you follow me on tumblr you will know this, but I do actually like Malia. I tried to write her bluntly like she is in the show - she doesn't have that filter that we have because she was in the wild for 8 years. She's still learning how all this stuff works, and I wanted to convey that.

Please let me know what you think so far and please review!