We'll here is the second chapter :)

She smiled at him, a for real smile; like, not forced.

She's just as beautiful as she had always been. Is it even possible for her to get more beautiful? Does she understand what she does to him? Sure, he has told her many times that he loves her, would do anything for her, give up his life for her. Of course, she has listened but then pushes it off as if he is a little kid and doesn't know what he is saying. Or worse, that he is just a brother to her and could never feel that way towards him.

He approached her, stopping in front of her, wanting to reach out and embrace her. If he did that though, she would clench up and it would make everything awkward. Stiles knew how she worked, felt like sometimes he knew Lydia Martin better than he did himself. But of course, he also knew nothing about her. How could that be? How did that even make since when he couldn't understand it himself, yet in his heart he knows it's true. Even after years, he knows nothing about her.

"Wow, it's so great to see you here, though not the effect I wanted when I moved to here. Or, well, started going here." He said, feeling her gaze like fire on him. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed for some reason.

Lydia cocks her head at what he says. "What do you mean; effect of moving here?" Before he can answer the man in the kiosk grabs her attention and gives her food she must have ordered. Motioning to the table right beside them, she sits down and Stiles sits across from her.

Continuing the conversation he says, "Well, I figured I could get away from everyone out here. I mean, yeah I miss my friends, but I felt like if I went all the way across the country it would be like starting over. Like, who knows if I'll even move back there after school? I don't know, I guess it sounds stupid."

She smirks, dipping a piece of her pretzel into the hot cheese. Motioning to him with the coated bread, she laughs a bit. "That was actually the most amazing answer I've ever heard, who would've thought it would have come from you?

Sitting back, half shocked by her praise half angry at her insinuated insult, he scoffs. "What is that even supposed to mean?" Though he shouldn't be surprised by her blunt rudeness, he's dealt with it for years, he is still hurt from it. Like every time she has ever taken a jab at him.

Laughing softly, she finishes her bite and shakes her head at him. "Jesus, Stiles, still as defensive as always. What I mean by that, is that you just explained the exact reason why I picked this school. I felt like it was the farthest I could get from Beacon Hills without leaving the country. New slate, right?"

For some reason he feels his heart leap at this surprise connection. Though to anyone else it would seem like simple coincidence, to Stiles it's as if the universe has given him a sign telling him this is chance, and he better fucking take it. Slow, that's what he'll do, make her fall for him. Of course, how is that supposed to work? Isn't that what he has been doing for years? No, what he has been doing has throwing himself at her. He needs to hold back and try to seduce her in a subtle way.

He's going to so fail at this.

"Exactly! Damn, who would've thought this would happen?" He smiles at her, incredulous.

She smiles at him from around a mouthful of pretzel. He waits for her to swallow, enjoying seeing her beautiful face again. Lydia finishes her mouthful, sighing. "It's good to have someone from back home here though. I'd hate to admit it to make it go to your already addled brain, but I'm glad I have a friend here I can trust." Straight to his brain it went. Another fucking sign if he ever saw one. It's so painfully obvious it hurts. He wanted it right now, to just happen in the next few moments, but he holds back.

He needs to leave, is what he needs to do. Stiles wanted her to think he had changed since the last time they saw each other, only weeks ago. What was the use of being same old Stiles when that obviously was never going to work? First step, don't cling or be pushy.

Even though it was going against his whole soul, he stood and smiled at her. "God, it's so good to see you, but I have a roommate to initiate."

She chokes back laughter, turning red. When she calms down she is breathing heavily, holding a perfect porcelain hand to her chest. "You are going to initiate your roommate?"

Stiles just smirks at her, he can't be mad at her jab when she laughs so beautifully. He has to force himself to look away or else become mesmerized. Not to mention there is this ache of happiness in his chest at being the one to make her laugh, even if it is at his own expense.

Still smirking, he levels a hand in her direction, pointing at her. "Hey, you don't know what I'm capable of anymore." You've been warned Lydia, you will be mine. "Anyway, I'll see you later; text you or something."

She shakes her head at him, clearly amused. "See yah, Stiles."

Damn it's hard to walk away from that heavenly voice, but he does it. He looks back once, just once to get her image in his head, to make sure she is real. What he sees makes him hurt for her. He has never hurt so much for someone, even her until this exact moment.

Lydia is still sitting there, taking another piece of pretzel and dipping it into her cheese. As she brings it to her lips she pauses, looking at the piece of bread, thinking. Then it happens, that most drastic thing that could have made him believe she was his. It was his time.

She shakes her head and softly laughs, smiling.

Still reeling over Lydia, he stumbles into his dorm. Still high on a beautiful girl, he doesn't realize till the last moment that his stuff was moved to a different bed, when he is reaching for a bag that isn't his. He pulls back and looks at the other bed, the one he didn't pick, to see all his stuff over there. It really isn't much; Clothes and his laptop, the usually toiletries and such.

Well, he guessed it was time to meet the roommate. Stiles sighs, realizing that if his roommate is the type to come in and move someone else's shit, that he and said roommate probably won't get along. Probably some buff football jock that's going to give him rules to follow, bullshit like that.

Good lord, he thinks as he moves his stuff aside, lying down on the bed. Stiles threw an arm over his eyes and tried to make himself mentally ready for the jerk that will probably be back any moment. As he hears the door open he sighs. Here we g-

"Stiles?" Jerking his arm away, he sees someone he didn't know he would be happy to see in his room, half naked.

"Maxxie?" Oh, thank the lord, Maxxie.

He closed the door behind him with a wide grin. "This is so fucking awesome. I mean I'd honestly rather bunk with Chase, but it's fucking awesome that I know I won't be stuck with some straight, jock asshole."

"Same thing I thought, man." Stiles mood was way better, until Maxxie dropped the towel that was around his waist. Turning around real fast, he rubbed his face in shock.

Okay so, maybe there actually should be rules; like always keeping at least underwear on in the room. Yeah that's a good one. Not that he was going to try to have him hold back his gayness, but maybe also that no sex in the dorm while the other roommate was also occupying said dorm. He turned around after being told the go ahead.

"Sorry Stiles, I'm just used to being with Chase." His face is brightly red, more blushed than he thought possible. Stiles found it so funny that even though he was the shocked one, Maxxie was the one taking all the embarrassment. He smiled to himself, he had a good roommate. He could definitely deal with him; boyfriend, gay quirks and all.

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Lydia woke up the next morning still surprised. Stiles had made her genuinely laugh. Sure, it's not like he wasn't funny in the first place; it's just that they had never affected her like that. Hell, to be honest most jokes didn't make her laugh; at most some would dredge up a smile. Maybe it was a sign that Stiles was here. Maybe it was so she had a friend who knew nearly everything about her.

After a good hour of hair and makeup, Lydia stepped outside into the morning air of New York. The sun was up but low in the sky, reflecting off the windows of skyscrapers and dancing in her eyes. She didn't mind it though, why could she? It was a city she loved, had spent time here on multiple occasions. It was like coming home.

Now the campus was filled to the brim with students rushing to the first classes of the day. You could tell which ones were lost; they were the ones that stood still, looking at their schedules and their surroundings, utterly lost. Of course, Lydia came prepared; she had mesmerized the layout of the campus earlier in the year when she came here for a visit. So, unlike the rest of the people rushing about, she was there in mere minutes, walking through the door.

"Lydia!" She looked up to find Chase waving at her from the middle of the room. He pointed at a chair beside him; and without any pause she claimed the seat. "Thank the lord, I know someone."

She smiled as he wiped away pretend sweat. Lydia raised her eyebrows. "We don't know anything about each other besides our names."

Shrugging, he turned and smiled. "Hun, that's all that is needed for us gay guys." They burst into laughter. It was nice to have him in here, she needed a good friend, and it seemed she would find that in Chase. Too bad he was gay though, he was cute. Of course, it wasn't like she would try to take him away from someone anyway, let alone Maxxie. They were just too cute together.

"So Miss Martin, where you from? I'm from little old downtown Maine."

She sighed, "California, small boring town of Beacon Hills; a beacon for the boring." He laughed at that, and then they both stopped and stared at her phone on the desk, dinging from an incoming text. She looked at the name and groaned.

But she picked it up and smiled incredulously. "He just never gives up, does he?" She remarks to herself.

Let me take you out to lunch today.

It wouldn't be bad to let him take her out; but it was just that it was Stiles. This was the boy who was so infatuated with her; that he believed he was in love with her. Sure, they had been through so much; werewolves, kanimas, alphas; not to mention the nogitsune which nearly killed him. Also, all the deaths and the kiss.

The kiss. Gosh, she did love the kid; they had done so much for each other, but that didn't mean they should start hanging out together, especially if Malia was still in the picture. She knew that his girlfriend might get not a little bit but a lot jealous to think he was hanging with the girl he still professed to love. Though, he had slowed back on her since they had started dating, maybe it was just him wanting a familiar face. Why was she even questioning this? Of course that was all it was.

Why did that make her stomach twist?

"Who doesn't give up?" Chase asked looking over her shoulder at her phone. "Oh, someone has a boy toy." He winked at her and sat back, smirking.

Lydia glared at him, but then smiled. How could she be mad when he was acting so cocky. She did love cocky. Sighing. "Well, it's just this guy from back home that I never expected to see here. He used to claim that he was in love with me, but then he got a girlfriend."

He raised his eyebrow and shook his head at her. "So you think because he got a girlfriend that he just fell out of love with you?"

She scoffed. "If he ever actually was." Who was she kidding, Stiles felt very strongly for her; why else would he deal with all her shit? He really was the only person she could try to bring down with her words, but he would just wave them off as if they were meaningless, or at least that it was just her being hurt. Stiles could always see right through her, maybe that's why she hated him so much, why she cared for him so much.

"Please, if it was real, it never goes away. Why don't you take him up on this?" He offered a look that said she should take his advice. "I think you should."

"Chase, he has a girlfriend that would go crazy if she knew." She turned away from him, suddenly uncomfortable at how he was trying to push her to Stiles. If she were to be honest with herself she held back because she was not what Stiles needed. He was so filled with love; her with hate. They were polar opposites.

He smiles as if he just heard some epiphany. "So you do like him in some way. That's the best reason to go. Hell, just be his friend for a while and see how it goes."

Glaring at him, "What if I told you I hated him?" She anything but hated Stiles, but neither of them needed this.

Chase scoffed and looked at her incredulously. "Girl, you have been sitting here arguing with yourself about accepting his offer; so I would have to call you a liar; a terrible one, too."

Was he right? Should she go out to lunch with him? What would it hurt to go out on a friendly date? Knowing Stiles he might act such a fool and she wouldn't have trouble telling him no next time. Guess she'll give him one chance, to see how it goes.

"Fine, whatever." She texted him back and turned the sound off.

"Tell me about him."

"What?" She looks at him. What did he say?

Chase sighed as if exasperated, and then gave her a look as if she was a lost cause. "Tell me about this lover boy of yours."

Tell him about Stiles? What was there to say? Did she really want to tell him that he was the most caring person in the whole world? That he would give up his life for someone who she would deem unworthy of it, including herself. That he was the only person who knew every damn thing about her and it pissed her off, because even the terrible things hadn't stopped him from loving her and sometimes it hurt. It hurt so much to know that she liked him back, but she knew he didn't need to be tied down to a fucked up girl like her; half bitch, half mad banshee.

"I guess he is like a really good friend of mine. Not too bad looking, not much for the baggy clothes he wears. He is half the time stupid sweet and the other half stupid. He's a friend, and not my lover boy." She couldn't let him be.

Nodding and smiling like a fucking cheese, he leaned forward. "What's this stud's name?"

She sighed, "His name is Stiles."

He sat back slowly. Looking at her while he thought, pursing his lips. What the fuck was he thinking about? Was it because his name was so weird? It was, but who could pronounce his real name? It was starting to bother her when he answered. "There is just something about that name that makes me so sure you have to go." He smiled as if knowing something she didn't.

What the hell is up with that smirk? "Umm, alright. Well, I already said yes, so."

"Fantastic you'll call me after and tell me what happened." He turned away from her, cutting off her retort as the teacher walked in. She grumbled at being cut off but she needed to pay attention, well probably only for a bit before she knew everything. Probably already did.

Her phone buzzed and she picked it up;

Stiles; when do you get out of class?

Her; I have a class till 1:30

Stiles; alright meet you at the pretzel place around two?

Her; Sure, why not

Stiles; see you then :)

She rolled her eyes at the smiley face, but smiled.

So I hope anyone who is trying to keep up with this is enjoying it.