Stiles. The person that made her phone ring was Stiles fucking Stilinkski, the goofy teenage boy that caught Lydia's emerald eyes. He wasn't her type, he wasn't anyone that would've made Lydia like in the past. But that was third grade, and Lydia was so so stupid for rejecting his feelings.
If she didn't, she would've been with him, but he would've fallen out of love with her, and moved on. So she was thankful he still liked her to this day.
She couldn't help but smirk. Only a little bit, not that much for anyone to assume that she liked him. It was a slight one, that showed a bit of her right dimple. She made sure that she looked good, she added a little 'extra' to please Stiles needs. She added an additional layer of red lipstick; she knew he had a tiny fetish when she asked him what was her favorite lipstick. Damn it, she still didn't forget that memory. It was cute, not over-the-top love, but puppy love, or roots of a relationship.
Picking up her phone, she pressed it to her ear, giving an attitude that made it seem she didn't care, but still had the single percentage of excitement. "Yes?" She questioned, peering through her window to make sure she could see his cerulean jeep. It was there, without a single human figure residing in it; it was obvious he was at the front door.
"Lyds-" Her heart skipped a single beat. "Lydia, I mean," Then it stopped. "Sorry, I meant Lydia... Um, I'm outside. Sc- I mean Allison called!" Happiness was trembling in his voice. "I'm here to pick you up! I mean, I'm here to pick you up. I'm not that excited to see you after you kinda sped away from Scott and I last night. Yeah, I was, then I realized you don't feel the same way. Yeah, no, never mind, scratch that. It's just something you told me before summer break came by. Yeah, um, wait, why am I saying 'yeah' so much? Never mind me, I'm just rambling about, Lyds. I mean LYDIA! Yeah, Lydia... Yeah, um, can you open the door? Oh, wait, I realize you did already and I'm talking into the phone when you already hung up and can hear me. Well, whoops."
On the exterior, she acted like she didn't give one shit about what he just rambled about. However, on the interior, her heart skipped more beats, and she was, in all honesty, super delighted and in absolute and utter happiness that he constantly called her by her nickname Lyds, but messed up then called her Lydia.
He was leaning against the door and almost tripped when Lydia opened the patio door; he regained his composure after the banshee reflected and helped him up. "Um.. Thanks.. " At about this time, he was slightly embarrassed, and the beautiful genius was absolutely smitten because of this ordinary teen.
She nodded her head in response, then locked her door behind her. They walked side-by-side to his jeep, as he acted gentlemanly by opening the passenger door, which completely failed because he almost tripped on his jeans then heard a shriek escaping the car as he held onto the sky-blue door. Lydia entered with fright, knowing this car would be completely damaged in a matter of several months.
He entered on the other side, and they began their way. It was complete, utter, and dead silence until Lydia recognized the makeup wipes once again. "You still have those?" The banshee inquired, as she picked up one and cleaned up the imperfections lying on her face.
"Yeah... I figured I would score this girl I like, but it didn't work. I'm still clinging onto that hope, though. I think Junior year would give me a chance to actually talk to her, a real conversation that doesn't involve the worries of the supernatural life in Beacon Hills. I really just want to talk to her, just have a simple conversation with me expressing my feelings that I've been holding in for a long time." Lydia knew he didn't realize it, but this was one of the first times he's actually been serious about a girl, and it was pressuring the genius.
"Well.. What is she like?" Lydia asked once again, trying to spark up a few words in the limited time they have. It wasn't going to last, so she had to take initiative and start asking the questions.
"Okay, how should I start this off... Well, she's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. That's one of her best qualities, she's beautiful inside and out. It's one of her traits that attracted me. She's just beautiful. I love when her long auburn hair falls down her back, and when she bats her lashes like she's the best in the world. I love when she cries, it's kinda like a fetish. It's only because her makeup washes off, and I see her natural face, she has the fairest skin and the most prettiest eyes I have ever seen in my entire life. She constantly wears a mask that covers her high intelligence, and I hate it when she does that. She's better than that. The only makeup I like on her is her lipstick, because the color could make me faint. She's confidant. In all honesty, that's the second trait that made me run after her. She has this certain fierceness that makes me die, I can't keep up with her. Although I love everything about her, she's way out of my league, and I know she would never fall for me."
"Play your cards right, and maybe she'll fall for you." She stated blandly, but knowing damn well she wasn't feeling 'neutral'. She loved him, and her head was going crazy this whole summer thinking about him. Locking away her feelings would result in failure, and she couldn't help but blush at his comments. Never once would he act so serious, he was usually stuttering and flailing his arms around. It hurt her heart that she didn't have the courage, she wasn't fierce, but terrified. If she was one bit of confidant, then she would've been honest. She would've confessed, she would've told him she loved him. Turning her head, she faced the other side, peering into the endless row of trees.
He stopped at a random curb near the school, looking at the banshee instinctively. "Lydia." He grabbed her face to make her do a complete 180, her olive eyes staring into Stiles' hazel ones. It was a quick reaction, he knew she knew that he was talking about the beautiful genius. "You know I'm in love with you, right?" He asked, no emotion except for the serious demeanor he was sending off.
She nodded, his sudden act of love scaring her as her eyes widened while the leaves danced in the wind, in a synchronized pattern with the event that was occurring. She was scared. The flawless teen had absolutely no clue as to what was to happen, it scared her that she would mess up and say something stupid to him, mainly because she cared about appearance and popularity. That was the supposed Lydia Martin, right?
"I'm in love with you. I don't hate you, or like you; Lydia Martin, I'm in love with you. I have been in love with you since the third grade!" His tone became angrier, and it was like he was in a frustrated trance, he couldn't escape.
"I hate this, Lyds, I hate our position. I'm supposed to be the guy chasing after you, Lydia. You're supposed to be the popular girl that would never even dare to look at me. Lyds... You're giving me a chance. I don't want to bring my hopes up for you, if it would just disappear in a matter of minutes because you did a flair walk away from me and left me alone. I don't want to have a chance, I want you to be mine's. If I just get a chance, there's a gazillion amount of possibilities that could happen..! You're making it seem that I would be able to be your boyfriend, and that you'd fall for me. Until the moment I hear those three words, I will do anything to be your's. Right now, at this very moment, I know you're not in love with me. I don't want you to give me a chance for me to get my heart broken. The day I know that you love me back, that's when I'll do absolutely anything to be your's, or even make a freakin' jacket out of motherfucking werewolf fur and even give it to you as a gift! But right now, just know I'm in love with you, Lyds."
She sputtered, but the words couldn't escape. She knew that she loved him, but it just wouldn't come out. She couldn't even say she liked him, her mouth was open to say something, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth. "Exactly." He stated, and began his way to the school.
Lydia was blushing the entire time, but since it was faint, Stiles didn't even notice it. She wore her mask, and if she continued to do this, she wouldn't be able to give him a chance.
"I want one." Lydia, what are you doing? No bad boys, remember? Coincidentally, Danny, one of the open gay guys in their school, passed by, stumbling upon a boy just because of staring at of one the twins, Ethan.
Lydia felt actual sorrow for Danny.
He had absolutely no knowledge of the creatures that lured into Beacon Hills, along with his best friend becoming a homicidal lizard, whose Master he was attracted to. Now, Jackson's gone in England, and he's lost someone important to him. Both luckily and unluckily for Danny because there was a new gay boy for him to fawn over; however, he was an alpha werewolf, and was out to kill freaking innocent lives.
Lydia stopped herself from approaching the straight one, Aiden. He was a bit taller than Ethan, and his face was wider. It didn't matter, because from Lydia's point of view, he was sexier than her expectations, and she didn't really care because she once dated a killer, so what's worse than an killer alpha?
She trotted back to her seat next to Allison, a relieved air coming out from her mouth. She noticed Allison's concentration, as she was glued to the laptop until it was turned to Lydia's side.
A: Good thing you stopped yourself, I was worried. I don't want a werewolf fuck up your life like someone did with mine's.
L: No big deal, it's just because of something that happened before our Sophomore year ended.
A: …What happened?
L: Jackson cheated on me with some low-class hooker.
A: What? Lydia, you should've told me! I'm your best friend, I would've protected you!
L: It's okay, Stiles helped me. Which now is kinda weird coming from me now that I've said it.
A: Oooh, Stiles. Finally, you refrained yourself from bad boys and going for one of the good ones.
L: Wait. So you mean you didn't like me with Jackson this whole time?
A: Well… Yeah. Honestly, no one did. He was dick to you. I just didn't say anything because I didn't want to offend you or anything.
L: It's okay, I feel like I deserve it. But Stiles? Really, Allison? Out of all people for me, you chose him?
A: Who else? Okay, let me ask you this. Who drove you to school this morning?
L: Stiles.
A: Who helped you, not only last night, but whenever you would wind up places and get hurt?
L: Stiles.
A: So who else would be good for you?
L: Aiden.
A: Seriously, Lydia, after I just asked you those questions?
L: Whatever, I could honestly care less. I read once that bad boys are good only to you! So, if that's true, I'll test that theory out.
A: Omg, Lydia, you're really doing this right now.
L: Relax, Allison! I'm just kidding.
A: Just look after Danny. He's a human, and doesn't even know anything about werewolves. If him and the other twin gets together, who knows what will happen. He's Jackson's best friend, I presume you became close friends with him. Look after him, Lydia, I think you'd be one of the people who could protect him.
L: Ugh... Alright, just because I think Danny shouldn't get hurt. While, we're on the topic, Stiles said he loved me. And if I gave him a chance, it would only bring up his hopes and for me to go out with him. He thinks that I don't like him.
A: Well.. Do you?
L: Kinda! Al, I don't want to talk about this. Scratch what I said out.
A: Lyds, I just can't forget that. You really need to go out with him. I don't think he would hurt you.
L: ... Well, I'm going to talk to Danny.
"Wait, Lyds, don't-" By the time she could even get in the middle of her sentence, she was completely stopped in her tracks because Lydia the Fierce got up and made her way towards Danny. You could see the determination in her eyes. I don't want another one getting hurt because of these werewolves.
"Hey, Danny!" She stated in a fake, cheery voice, trying to give off her trademark attitude and piercing eyes. "Another guy, really Danny? I'm pretty sure he's gay, my gaydar is definitely on point. Hm..." She looked Ethan up and down, then shook her head. "He's not right for you, you should definitely find another one." She nodded. making sure her opinion of the Alpha being spot-on. She sucked her tongue and bit her lip, shaking her head multiple times.
"Lydia," Danny whispered, in obvious embarrassment from Lydia's statement. "Really?" He shook his head, got up, then ran off; the embarrassment too high for his standards of staying by Ethan. To Lydia's demise, Ethan followed the human, an actual genuine worried look appearing on his face as he chased after the mortal.
"While that's being taken care of," Aiden approached Lydia, a seductive smirk forming on his pink lips. "You should be talking to the straight one, instead of insulting the gay twin." His smirk became more devious, it was obvious that he was more of the heart-breaker compared to Ethan.
"Sure," Lydia started, staring at her red-polished nails, not giving one damn about what he was to say. "I honestly care more about the 'gay one' than the 'straight one' with the flirtatious demeanor."
"You're just saying that," He gave her a look which basically asked her what was her name.
"Lydia. Martin. Genius and banshee, just in case you didn't know." She responded, giving him a look right back, with a slight attitude in her words, she didn't back down.
"Lydia." Aiden ended his sentence, and opened his mouth again for more arrogance. "And I assume you know the straight one's name?"
"Yeah, Ethan, right?" She purposely retorted back, acting dumb but knowing full well of his existence and title as an Alpha, along with the name of Aiden. "Oh, and Ethan, you're really annoying."
"Annoying, you say? Then why are you still talking to me, and 'flirtatiously' twirling your hair like that?" He shot back, and he had known that he won this argument, but also noticed the sexual tension between the two. It was on.
She sputtered for a second, but quickly regained her trance - she noticed that she was twirling a segment of her auburn hair. "Unlike you, I'm trying to look good, however, someone's not." Her emerald eyes looked to the right, but Aiden wasn't finished.
"I don't even need to try to look good, because someone else is already trying to look good for me." He argued, and he now he knew that he won this debate.
She huffed, turning away from him, and model-walked back to Allison. She knew that boys like him were no good, which is exactly why she had to tell her feelings to Stiles.
"Danny!" The identical, but more caring, Alpha called after the human, trying to use his werewolf senses to find him. "Danny!" He called out once more, before hearing his muffled breaths from the Janitor's closet. Ambling his way towards the door, he knocked a few times to check if he was there. It smelled good, the aroma of a certain fragrance bounced off the walls of the tiny closet. He could hear a stumble come from the closet, and knew the teen was in there.
Opening the door slightly, he found Danny, smelling the scent even more now that the door was ajar. The door shut once Ethan crept in, staring eye to eye at the Hawaiian. "Seriously, you just had to find me..." The brown eyes darted towards the the floor, thumbs twiddling at the anxiousness the dark-haired felt.
"Why not?" Ethan responded, with a hint of happiness at finding the human, although he was only a task to overcome. "Besides, I'm attracted to how you smell. It's weird, but I have a strong nose." He leaned close to Danny, smelling him from the neck up. He had to do this. Sure, he was gay, but although he was attracted towards certain black-haired Hawaiians, he had an objective. Ethan would get close to Danny, while Aiden did the same with Lydia. Find out which one is close to Scott's pack, use them against the good guys, win the war, then leave.
He wasn't supposed to get close, not supposed to make an actual bond but a fake one. However, that wasn't possible. Ethan was already attracted to this so-called mission, and he'd be betraying Deucalion, the one who saved him and his twin at a very young age. So he had to keep flirting, he had to make Danny fall for him. Deep in his heart, he wouldn't do this. It was hard. Still, he continued on, hoping to not fall for this objective.
"It's Armani," Danny answered to the Alpha's actions. "One pro-tip about me." It was silent, but soon after they both broke into laughter. But then, he smiled. The teen smiled. Ethan couldn't help himself anymore, this boy was too cute for him, with his deep, but sexy dimples, and muscular body. He looked like he was hard to crack, but each of the men felt an attraction towards the other. It was mesmerizing, a manic uprising of feelings.
Ethan continued up Danny's toned body, putting a hand on his chest crawling up to his tan face. The Alpha's thumb glided across Danny's face, going down a bit for the dimples that were spread across his grinning expression. Their bodies gradually moved closer to each other, and without realizing it, both males were nearly embracing, a hug almost becoming complete.
"Pro-tip about me," Ethan started, breaking the immense silence surrounding the Janitor's closet. "I'm gay." He whispered softly into Danny's ear drums, the same statement bouncing off the walls in Danny's mind. Immediately, Danny swiftly stared into Ethan's burnished eyes, his head was nearly touching Danny's forehead.
Danny leaned close to Ethan's ear, opening his mouth to respond to the Alpha's revelation. "Second pro-tip about me; I'm gay, too." Danny seductively licked up Ethan's ear, tasting the feel of Ethan's ear - which left a cinnamon scent arousing Danny's tongue.
Fa-fa-finally! Ethan and Danny, the sexuality in their eyes. lol, I really wonder why I keep bringing up the fact that they just LOVE to stare at each other. And I may just get a question about the cinnamon scent in Danny's tongue. Like for ex. if you eat something that tastes like something you could smell. idk, it happened to me a lot of times, I just used that reference to compare to me lol.
Stiles; I'm sorry if that annoyed some of you, but I just had to. There wouldn't be movement in the story if I didn't put a hurdle in their relationship, Stiles doesn't believe it will ever happen, and Lydia's too hung up with herself to even say her feelings. This is going to show improvement in their relationship, so even though they're not together, moments still will happen, don't worry! (like season 4 with stalia and very little stydia)
Crows part is coming up soon! I'm not going to include the Heather part, though, because it just wouldn't work. It's going to come eventually, but I have to take it out of the next chapter.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it!
P.S: I don't have an exact update(most likely every Thursday events from Monday's episode may appear even though it's in season 4), . I premade the first 3 chapters along time ago so I would be ready to update (i usually take a month to update because I'm just lazy -3-). I'm going to make 3 chapters at a time, then take a break for how ever long it takes for me to update 3. So 4th update, I'll take a break. Then 5th, I'll start working on the next 3. (length of each chapter is 2,000-3,000)