Bad Encounters
Stiles woke to the smell of breakfast. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. His eyes shot to the condom wrapper on the floor next to his bed and he smiled remembering the night before. He slept with Lydia but the problem was, he could never read her. He didn't know what she was thinking. It was like she wore a poker face all the time. He was pretty shocked to think that he had gotten her in one night but them being together was highly unlikely. On a scale of one to ten she was a thirty and he was barely a five. Stiles didn't know where they stood but he was going to find out. He pulled on his pajama pants and left his room. He didn't wear a shirt because he had a plan to see if Lydia still wanted him.
Lydia stood at the stove flipping pancakes. She smiled at what her and her roommate had done in his bedroom the previous night. She shreaked and almost fell at the feeling of someone behind her. She turned on her heels to face Stiles. A groggy, sleepy, shirtless Stiles. She put a hand on his abdomen and immidiately retreated it to her side. Then hurily turned her attention back to the stove. Stiles got closer to her and ran his hand down her arm. Then he slid his hands around her waist getting a small but cute giggle from her. She snatched away and walked toward the sink to get a plate.
"What's wrong?" Stiles called to her.
"Stiles last night was fun but...but this can't happen, we can't happen."
"Lydia I like you, a lot. And I know you like me. So what's the problem?"
"We're roommates. I don't have time for relationships. And besides it'll only make things awkward."
"So you really want to act like nothing ever happened between us?"
"Yes." She got a little loud.
"Fine." He got louder.
"Fine."
"What is going on?" Kira yawned in the doorway.
"Nothing!" Stiles and Lydia yelled simultaneously. They looked at each other and Stiles walked away heading upstairs.
"What was that?" Kira cut through the tension in the room like a warm knife in butter.
"Never mind that." Lydia put on a fake happy face.
"Ok, woah, you cooked?"
"Yeahhh."
"Wow, what happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"What happened to the I don't get my hands dirty, you do it Lydia?"
"Well, maybe she grew up."
"No, no...that's not the case here."
"Whatever can we just drop this convo, please?"
"Wow, super bitchy aren't we? That's the Lydia I know."
"Huhhh, are you hungry or not?"
"Actually Scott's taking me for breakfast in a few." Kira faked her sadness.
Lydia pouted. "Alright but can you please meet me at the book store later? I need to get my textbooks for this semester."
"Sure!" Kira perked up and started for the stairs, returning to Lydia in a swoop to say. "Stiles, is looking good!" She flashed a sleezy smile and ran for the stairs."And I will find out what your deal is."
"Are you guys together?"
"Well, we had sex...last night."
"Yea I kinda saw."
"What, you saw?" Stiles panicked a bit.
"Well, no. We only saw you guys sleeping." Scott tried to smooth him out.
"What, we? We as in others as in someone else?"
"No, no...yea."
"Oh my g..."
"Don't worry. Calm down." Stiles slowed his breathing to a normal pace. "Now, what else happened?"
Stiles took a few more breaths before answering. "She told me to forget it ever happened. How the hell do I do that, Scott?" He grabbed Scott's shirt and started breathing fast again.
"Whoa, calm down." Scott eased Stiles' hands off his collar. "Just do what she said. Act as if there's nothing there and she'll be the one chasing you sooner or later."
Stiles rubbed his neck processing the plan. "That could work. Yea it will...most defenantly not work." He was back to panicing. "What if she just finds someone else."
"Well..."
"She'll never sleep with me again..."
"Stil..."
"And I'm gonna die alone."
"You..."
"I don't want to die alone!" Stiles started to yell. He was breathing quick and shallow breaths. He couldn't think or hear anymore he was too filled with doubt. His eyes widened at the sudden flash of air and pain that crossed his face. Bringing his hand up he cupped his cheek. "Why'd you smack me?"
"Because, you need to get a grip. Now just do what I told you and stop freaking out. It's gonna work and I have to go, see you later." Scott rushed the last part and ran out of Stiles' room before he could be called back.
Stiles and Scott ran into each other leaving their bedrooms. They were both dressed as if to be going out.
"Hey." Stiles spoke closing his door.
"Hey." Scott did the same.
"Where you headed?"
"Uh, to lacrosse practice. You?"
"Wow, I'm actualy headed there too."
"Really? You play?"
"Oh nah, nope. I just stand on the sideline for moral support." He said sarcasticaly.
"Really?" Scott blinked four times while squinting.
"No, dumbass. Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm."
"Oh." Scott put on a fake laugh.
"Ride with me." Stiles offered.
"So..are you any good at lacrosse?" Scott climbed into the passenger side of Stiles' Jeep.
"Uhh, I'm not bad...but I'm not good either. Soooo I'm somewhere along the lines of benchwarmer, haha. What about you?"
"Yea. I'm actually here on scolarship, for sports."
"Figures." Stiles mumbled and scott pretended not to hear it. "I'm here on scolarship too. Academic scolarship."
"Oh yea? That's awesome."
"Thanks. So, your scolarship. Is it the full free ride or..."
"Yea, everythings paid for. I just have to keep my grades up. And you?"
"Nah, everything's free other than food and rent."
"Ooh, rent must be a bitch. I mean the house doesn't look very cheap."
"Actually rent is surprisingly cheap. Otherwise I woudn't be here. My dad and I are in serious debt. We owe money to a hospital, school, mental institution."
"Wow, mental institution?"
"Long story."
Scott laughed. "I bet all your stories are long stories."
"Maybe. I never tell too much on the first date." He joked with him.
They stood out on the field in uniform just like all of their teammates. The coach walked out and stood in front of them. He was average height dark brown hair, and seemed a bit on the heavy side. He wore gym clothes and looked as though he was always angry.
"Let's settle down." He yelled to the team. "I'm Coach Bobby Finstock, but to you all it's just coach. Call me Bobby and I'll kill you...with my whistle. A few of you may know me. I used to coach high school and I see some familiar faces, Jackson. Glad to see you here, no doubt you'll make captain again."
"Thanks coach." A lean blonde guy spoke from the front.
"Stilinski. I see you back there." Coach looked over every one.
"Hey coach." Stiles raised his hand up and saluted the coach.
"Don't ever do that again."
"Sorry coach."
"Who else do I remember...Greenberg, put your hand down. I don't even want to remember you. Okay now I want five laps to loosen you all up." He yelled but no one moved. "Go...start running around the field!" He yelled almost popping a blood vesil.
"That was brutal." Scott spoke climbing into Stiles' Jeep.
"Wait until we actually play." Stiles started it up.
"I'm not sure I want to."
"You don't, trust me."
"Hey, what do you have to do now."
"Well I have to get my books for the semester. Why?"
"Could you drop me at the house first?"
"Sure."
Stiles left Scott home and headed to the campus book store. He parked his Jeep and jumped out stumbling into a blue Toyota. A familiar blue Toyota. He knew the car but couldn't place the owner. He shrugged and walked in. He had a tower of books in his hands that he had to keep steady with his chin. He was walking toward the front of the store and stopped in his tracks spotting the owner of the blue Toyota from earlier. It was Lydia looking as beautiful as ever. She wore a sky blue dress that stopped just above the knees with a black sweater over it and black flats. She wore her beautiful flame-like hair down with the top pulled into a ponytail. She wore bright red lipstick almost the same color as her hair to finish it off. He looked down at himself to see his scuffed light grey Converse shoes paired with his blue jeans, his bright grey t-shirt and his red hoodie and sighed in pain.
"Shit!" He tried to think of somewhere to hide but couldn't think fast enough. She looked over at him and he fell from eyesight dropping all of his books at the same moment.
"Stiles?" She rushed over. He stood back up with all of his books again.
"Oh, hey. Whaaat're you doing here?"
"Buying books, it is a book store."
"Ha, yea it is, isn't it." He faked a smile.
"Stiles..."
"Lydia listen. I'm sorry about this morning. It was dumb of me to get angry."
"It's okay." She grabbed his hand and 'Boom' he couldn't breath. He wanted to kiss her but couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't...breath. At the feeling of her skin he had forgotten everything; who he was, where he was, and worse of all how to breath. Literally. He didn't realise until he fainted from loss of oxygen. He collapsed to the floor leaving Lydia shocked and afraid. "Wha...Stiles? Stiles, can you hear me?" She got down and put her ear to his chest getting a slow, feint heartbeat. But his lungs weren't moving. "Somebody call nine-one-one!" She yelled. She was afraid and her entire body was shaking. She took in a deep breath and released it. "You know what to do Lydia." She took another deep breath and laid her head on his chest again not getting a heartbeat this time her heart sank even deeper. "You can do this. You have to do this." She told herself. She placed a palm on his chest and a fist over that. She pressed down three times getting no response. She put her mouth to his and forced air from her body into his. She repeated it, still nothing. She tried again and again. Three pumps and blow. Three pumps and blow. It didn't work. She had wet streaks down her cheeks now and she was getting frustrated. She tried one more time but still nothing. "Eeennnngggghhhhh!" She screamed through her teeth slamming her tiny fist into his chest.
"Hhhhuuuuuggggghhhh." Stiles sprung up from the floor gasping for air. He couldn't see much but he saw what he thought was an angel come to claim his sole. As the blur faded he saw it was Lydia kneeled down next to him with watery eyes. 'My angel.' He thought.
She hugged him as tight as her fragile body would allow and the crowd surrounding them cheered and clapped. "Never agian. You hear me? Never." She wispered in his ear.
"Never, I promise." He assured. She let go of him and he hit her with a kiss. So deep and passionate she thought she was dieing now.
"What was that for?"
"For saving my life." She helped him up from the floor. Kira patted them both on the back before reaching down to help grab the books. Stiles was embarrased and wanted to just go home but Lydia insisted on waiting for the paramedics. They paid for their books and carried them to Lydia's car and waited outside the building for the ambulance to arive and it did in no time. They poked and pried at Stiles to find out what happened and in the end concluded that he suffocated.
"How is that possible?" Stiles was confused.
"Well, you could have had an asthma attack, or a panic attack or just lost the thought to breath." The paramedic smiled at the two.
"Oh, ahuh." Stiles laughed and shifted awkwardly. "Leave it to me to forget how to breath."
"Well it's not your fault. Sometimes we see something so breath-taking that your mind just goes blank." He smiled sleezily at Lydia who was starting to blush. Stiles looked at the man and easily slid his arm around Lydia's waist as if to be warding him off. Lydia blushed even harder then but didn't dare push Stiles away. She loved this feeling. Him holding her close so protective like he can't imagine her being anywhere besides next to him. The paramedic blinked three times and seemed to back away. "Well, you should uh..you should be okay now and uuh...you two have a nice day." He turned around and walked back to his ambulance. They could feintly hear the guy's partner say 'Smooth bro, real smooth'. Stiles smiled down at Lydia who stood about six inches shorter than him grinning back up at him.
"What was that about?" Kira destroyed the moment pulling the two back into reality. They pulled apart so fast it was like a blur.
"Nothing." Lydia spoke first. "Let's just get out of here."
Everything in the house was fine aside from Stiles and Lydia trying to stay away from each other, Kira prying Lydia for information, Scott bringing wrong things up at the wrong time. Basically the only thing that was going good was school. And Scott and Kira's relationship, let's not forget that. Stiles and Lydia both felt alone, even in a house with three other people everyday. They didn't like it but they both thought they were doing what one another wanted. They would do anything for each other and that had no limit.