Sweet Dreams
They talk for a long, long while. It's funny how much he makes her laugh and smile. They talk and talk. Sometimes they argue, but it's mostly friendly debating. And by the time the visiting hours end, she is smiling wide and wiping away tears of joy. She makes him promise - more like threatens - to come tomorrow. He chuckles, surprised but nods. And then he swears he will after she gives him a look. It goes like this for days and days without no end. But he does not mind, and neither does she. He likes being with her and she likes having his company. With him around, she can ignore everything else. It's odd - bizarre even - how much she trusts him after knowing him for about a few days.
When she leaves the hospital, he is the first one she calls. They make plans to meet each other and end up going to the movies. They watch a scary movie - one where she clings to him for protection. He teases her afterwards and she comes up with a witty retort.
They go back to school, and though they have different friends, they manage to still talk. The majority of the times, they are with each other. When they are not, they wait with great anxiety to talk with each other or merely to get a glimpse of the other. Her friends tease her about the Big Day when she gets married with Liam; the Pack worries about their relationship. But the two just ignore everything.
Savannah gives a sigh as she glances at the window of her sixth period classroom. The teacher is going on and on about something that she does not really care about. Her classmates are making a slight racket and are making her head hurt. She tries to not focus on that, and instead, things about what Liam could be doing. She has no classes with him - only lunch. And that makes their relationship a tad bit complicated….
The brunette frowns once she realizes that they have a relationship. This could be good. Or it could be bad. Because she is starting to like him. A lot. In a not so friend-like manner - scratch that. She likes him in a more than just friends way. And she isn't sure if he feels the same way. Which makes her somewhat queasy. Because this has happened before. With a boy names Pedro…
A sudden pang of longing washes over her. She hasn't seen him in a very long while. Not after he left Beacon in the summer before freshman year. And that makes her feel rather sad. Because he was a really good friend, and she felt like she could tell him anything. But then he left, and they tried to keep in touch. Their numbers got lost and their connection was no longer able to be. What was left were memories - both photographed and sentimental - and feelings of sadness and slight loneliness and longing.
Savannah sighs as the bell rings. Then, she packs her things and heads out to the hallway. She finds herself in no mood to fool around or take any silliness from anyone. Not even her friends. Quickly, she hurries to the girls' locker room and changes into her swim wear.
Coach Nelson is already there at the pool and so are some of the other girls. Coach Nelson gives a few instructions, and then the girls are diving into the water. The water breaks once she dives in. The cold water makes her muscles feel slightly numb. But she starts to swim and they start to warm. In a few minutes, she falls into a pattern: Stroke, inhale, stroke, stroke, inhale…. It goes on like this for some time; the water soaking the feelings from her and all her worries melting away, making her focus on purely swimming. On just breathing and being.
Her water polo Coach gives out a few instructions, and the girls go through practice. Time seems to fly as they go through game techniques and swim afterwards. After grabbing the things she needs from her locker and putting the things she doesn't, she heads out of the school. The cold, bitter air bites her cheeks and makes her nose red. She shivers and wraps her light blue sweater around herself tighter, cuddles the binder to her body. She sneezes, and then groans. Oh, God; she hopes she doesn't get sick. Because that would be disastrous. Nothing good at all. Especially since she has made plans about going with Stephanie, Carla and her other friends to the movie theater on the weekend. Although getting sick would be a perfect excuse to not go; she doesn't want to go, anyway. But that would be mean. Because Stephanie, Carla and the others had tried hard to convince her, saying they have something awesome - something that will make her seriously happy: a surprise. Of what, she is not sure. And that makes her slightly anxious.
She shakes her head and opens the door to her home. Once making small talk with her grandmother, she goes to her room and starts with her homework.
The tall, Hispanic male approaches her. She pretends not to notice and focuses instead on the task at hand, which currently is her math homework. She keeps her green eyes focused on the paper and writes down some numbers, then makes a few more calculations in her head and writes those down. Her senses tingle. The sudden sounds like the beating of her heart and calm breathing and the slight scratching of the pencil on the paper seem too loud to her. She bites her lip as he seats next to her, a strand of her strawberry blonde hair falling from its place.
"Have you been avoiding me?" He asks quietly. The curiosity and hurt in his voice makes her heart twist and causes her to look at him.
"I've been busy," she replies gently. Busy avoiding him and helping Deputy Parrish figure out what he is. "With Jordan. Helping him out getting adapted to the supernatural world and all." Lydia automatically wants to face palm or kick herself once she realizes that she has used Parrish's first name instead of calling him by his last name. Apparently, Scott has also noticed.
"Jordan?" He repeats slowly, in an almost threatened manner. As if he were feeling threatened by the simple fact that she called another man by his first name. She does not need to be a supernatural creature with sharp senses to know he is unapproving of the idea of her calling Parrish 'Jordan.'
She pretends not to notice. Instead of teasing him about it like she would have done - if he were someone else - , she shrugs. "He insisted on me calling him by his first name. Saying something about us being adults and 'co-workers.' That formality isn't needed between us since we are adults." Another shrug as she starts to go back to her calculations. She isn't really sure why she made such a big emphasis on Jordan and her being adults. Maybe she did it to make him feel less threatened. Which is completely ridiculous since there is no need for her to talk to him and reassure him. Now that she thinks about it, he really shouldn't take that fact personal.
Scott is quiet for a bit, and while she likes that, it makes her nervous and uncomfortable. Because she is not sure what he is thinking about. And that makes her a tad bit queasy. For a few minutes, there is silence. Then...
"Do you like him?" He asks, taking her completely by surprise and off guard.
The strawberry blonde frowns slightly and then opens her mouth to answer. "I..." Her phone rings its hardcore song, and she is grateful towards it for saving her from answering the question. She fumbles to answer, hating how awful the ringtone sounds. She would have to change it later...
"Hello?" The pale female greets.
A slight chuckle is received from the other end. "Hey, Lydia," he replies.
Without meaning to, she smiles. "Oh, hey, Deputy Parrish," she chirps.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you can call me 'Jordan?'" He chides her with a teasing note in his voice.
She rolls her green eyes and replies with, "Once." She grabs that curly strand of strawberry blonde hair that slipped out of place and twirls it around her finger. "How are you?"
Jordan murmurs, "Fine, fine. And you?"
Lydia gives a slight sigh and can hear the former soldier smile. "Busy, busy. Like always."
"We're still meeting, right?" Jordan asks her, and that makes her smile wider. Because she has got the men under her feet, even if they are older.
"Hey, now. Do not go all desperate, single hot guy on me, okay?" She teases. The man chuckles nervously. After spending time together, she can tell when he is nervous and when not. And right now, he totally is. Which only boosts her self esteem - and ego. "Yeah, we are."
There is the muffled sound of paper shuffling and then Jordan tells her, "I'll see you tonight. Dress even more beautiful than usual, okay? Bye, Lydia."
"Good bye, Deputy Parrish." Parrish chuckles; the call ends and she sighs in an almost dreamy way. She closes her binder and puts her lead pencil in the purple pencil case she bought. The petite banshee glances at the True Alpha - whom has been rather quiet throughout the whole phone call. "I have to get going. I will see you tomorrow, okay?" Without realizing it, her hand cups his cheek and she leans slightly in to give him a kiss. But then she realizes what she is doing and lets her hand fall limply to her side. Lydia gives him a tight smile, heart racing, cheeks, ears and neck warm. She clutches her binder to her chest and then pretty much hurries out of the room.
Liam knows something has happened. Something that Scott does not like. It is easy to see by the way the True Alpha hurls the ball angrily at the goalpost, almost hitting they hyper male. The anger radiating off of Scott is so thick that it makes him want to choke. He strains his ears to hear what the Hispanic male is saying, but finds it impossible to understand. Mainly because Scott is rambling at top speed - the way only Stiles seems to know - in Spanish. If that does not scream "pissed off," he doesn't know what does.
He decides not to comment and continues to practice. But it's kind of hard to ignore the fiery anger that is feeding Scott. Liam shakes his head and sighs. After a while, practice is finished, and Scott is still pissed off and Liam is beginning to feel a bit scared - or, at least, intimidated.
Stiles changes and leaves them, mumbling that he has to meet the werecoyote. The young Beta looks at his Alpha and almost timidly asks what is wrong. Scott snaps his head to Liam's direction and the younger male braces himself for a snarky retort. Instead, he finds himself staring into sad, chocolate brown eyes.
The Beta is quiet and lowers his gaze. He finishes changing and waits for Scott to finish. His thoughts race at a fast pace, trying to think or remember why his Alpha is depressed. But nothing comes to mind.
Later that night, Liam lays in bed and struggles to stop thinking about Scott's sad eyes. It pains him to see the True Alpha in sadness. Mostly because Scott has always been the type to see the good side of how things will turn out like. He has always been strong and fighting to protect those he loves as well as everyone else. Seeing Scott so sad makes him realize that Scott is also human. Just like everyone else, Scott has problems of his own. The realization makes the young wolf to feel bad for the Hispanic male - guilty, even. He closes his stormy eyes and is lured to sleep.
The next day, Scott makes a plan to blankly ignore Lydia. It's not that he does not like her; its just that he thinks he loves her and knowing that she is seeing another guy pains him to the point where he just wishes someone would just kick him in the balls to dull the pain. Everyone seems to be oblivious of his unhappiness, but he does not pay them any mind. Instead, he focuses on pretending that he is fine and that the strawberry blonde banshee does not exist. But sadly for him, he does not see her at all.
He slumps in his seat at lunch and sighs heavily. The rest of the Pack sit down and an animated conversation is brought. Everyone joins and soon, they are all laughing. Scott pretends to laugh, and is amazingly surprised with how happy he sounds. He wants to ask Stiles about where Lydia may be, but decides not to. After all, he DOES have pride and dignity.
As if hearing his thoughts, Malia asks, "Hey, where's Lydia?"
Stiles finishes swallowing his pizza before he answers. "Oh, she is with Parrish." He pauses, catching Malia's and Scott's murderous and questioning gazes. Then the hyper male adds, "I saw her today in the morning at the police station when I went to drop something off. She seemed to be a bit tired, but otherwise fine."
Upon hearing that she is with Parrish, Scott sighs. Yup, she does not like him at all. Not the way he thought she did. And that is just purely depressing for the True Alpha. He decides not to comment or let that faze him. But it does faze him and he DOES comment.
"I think she is sucking his dick," he murmurs bitterly, making everyone look at him with surprise and shock. "But, whatever. It is her life and if she wants to be sleeping around like a whore, then who are we to stop her?" He does not know what has possessed him or anything. All he knows is that he said it and everyone is staring at him.
It is then, as everyone gazes at him, that he realizes at presence is behind him and the sweet scent of watermelon tickles his nose. He turns around and sees no other than the subject of their conversation. His chocolate brown eyes widen as he stands up abruptly. Immediately, his mouth opens to apologize, but Lydia just turns on her heel and storms out of the room. The True Alpha hurries after her as fast as he can, only to see her get in a car - a black Hummer. His shoulders slump while he watches the Hummer turn the corner to get out of the parking lot and is out of sight.