Author's Note: Ahhh what did you guys think of that last chapter? I think everyone is liking it, as best they can! I finally got around to starting into the whole break up debacle! I hope you like it so far, and there is more to come! This is partially inspired for the most infamous break up of TV history, Ross and Rachel (because they were totally my original OTP). Please review and tell me what you think! And there will be more after this too.

Lydia woke up with her head pounding but that was to be expected. She winced as she opened her eyes, aware that someone had left the curtains open. A groan escaped her lips as she rolled over expecting to find warmth on the other side of the bed. She opened her eyes wide when she realized she was alone in the bed. As soon as she did, regretful memories flooded back into her brain.

Did she really kiss her ex-boyfriend from high school? The one she knew her current boyfriend had the potential of getting really jealous over. God she felt like hell. It was barely a kiss, more like a peck. Thank god for her wicked fast reflexes, even while intoxicated.

She managed to drag herself out of bed and brush her teeth before throwing on one of Stiles' zip up hoodies that was hanging in the walk-in-closet. Comfort immediately engulfed her, but it was followed with a quick rush of guilt. She left the bedroom and walked into the kitchen, glancing at the clock on the oven, it was three o'clock in the afternoon. She only wished she was the type of hammered where she didn't remember the regrettable things she had done. On the counter was a note from her boyfriend.

Lyd,

You looked tired, didn't want to wake you. We went out for a late lunch and we're going to the grocery store to pick up a few things. I'm going to rent that movie you wanted from Redbox and we can order pizza tonight, have a night in. Text me if you need anything.

Love you,

Stiles

P.S. Remember to drink lots of water

This sent her into a crying fit. The guilt was just eating her up inside and out, she wanted to scream, but she never knew exactly what would happen exactly if she did that. She suppressed it and dried her tears as she took more aspirin and chugged a glass of water. She trudged back into the bedroom, closed the door and stripped down to nothing as she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. She checked herself over in the mirror, from the outside she looked normal, not like someone who had guilt eating away at them

She stepped in the shower and took an eternally long shower trying to wash away anything bad she could. She used the special body wash she used when she was overly stressed out about school work. After her hour long shower was over, she felt a little bit better. Her roommates still hadn't returned yet, and she had decided she definitely was not leaving the apartment anytime soon so she left the attached bathroom and strolled into the walk-in-closet. She settled on a pair of leggings and one of Stiles' tee shirts. It was four thirty and it was getting dark out, she totally felt like a loser, like she had wasted the entire day.

"Hey, I picked up hat new Nicolas Sparks movie you wanted to see." Lydia heard Stiles' voice as he entered the room. She was brushing her drying hair in the bathroom and walked out when she finished. He was emptying his pockets of his wallet and phone, setting them on his nightstand.

"Thank you." She smiled weakly, god he just wanted to make her happy.

"You hungry? You want me to order the pizza?" He asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her legs up to her chest. "Are you alright?"

"I think we need to talk." She told him honestly, she saw panic flash across his face briefly, but he managed to suppress it.

"Okay…about what exactly?" He asked as he sat down next to her on the bed, at least the door was closed already. "Should I be worried?" He asked in a comical way, but she knew he was worried. But she knew she was more worried than him at this point.

"So at the club last night…something kind of happened."

"Okay. What happened exactly?"

"Well I was pretty drunk last night, as you know, and I was dancing you know, having fun. And there was this guy there, and he…kissed me." She told him, squeezing her eyes shut at the last part, waiting for him to say something, anything.

"Kissed you?" He finally said a few moments later. "Why did he do that exactly?"

"I mean we were dancing because well like I said, I was drunk." His face was in a scowl as he tried to process every part of the story, trying to understand what happened. He wasn't as mad as he was allowed to be, but this was good maybe this wasn't as bad as she thought. It was just a mistake. A completely fixable mistake.

"Okay can you please just start over, so I can just process everything you're trying to tell me?" He asked, his eyes closed now, trying to concentrate.

"We were taking shots and stuff and Leah said we should go dance, so we went to the dance floor and I ran into some guy, turns out it was Jackson, and we ended up dancing because we were both intoxicated and then he kissed me and I pulled away as soon as…"

"Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say Jackson as in your ex-boyfriend from high school that enjoyed making my life miserable since kindergarten?" Stiles asked standing up placing his hands on his head as he began to pace the room.

"Yes." She managed to squeak out. Okay this might not be as fixable as she had imagined.

"Oh my god Lydia. How could you do this to me? To us?" He said facing her, hurt engrained into his usually calm face. Shit, this was bad, and she was pretty sure the reason that it was so unfavorable was because it was Jackson that she had kissed, not just some random guy. Because honestly she would have never kissed some stranger, that wasn't her. This wasn't going to be a simple fix.

"I know, I'm so sorry." She said looking at him as her tears fell. "He kissed me though, as soon as his lips were on mine I got out of there. I swear."

"Lydia do you understand how this makes me feel? How this completely undermines everything we've had for five years. Five years Lydia."

"I know, but as soon as I realized, I was out of there. I told him I had a boyfriend and everything and I left. I just left." The tears were falling harder and heavier now, hot on her cheeks; she had never felt so crummy before.

"God damn it, why did it have to be him out of all people?" This was freaking her out, they never gotten into a fight before. Nothing more than an argument, arguments about who stole the covers at night or what to order from their favorite Chinese takeout place.

"Stiles I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"No you can't. God this is so annoying literally the most annoying thing you could ever do. I've never felt this hurt before in my life.

"You're making me feel complete shit, okay I know I'm in the wrong here but I don't know what else to say other than I'm sorry." She whispered the last part, loud enough so he could hear her.

"I know you were drunk but why did it have to be him? You know how terrible I feel compared to him. You know that." He was so distraught hand covering his forehead.

"Yes I know and that and that is why I feel like such a shitty person right now."

"Ugh and you kissed me last night, after kissing him." He said with disgust.

"I know, I'm sorry." The tears weren't stopping.

"Lydia we talk about getting married…having kids, like on a weekly basis. How do you just forget something like that?" Shit, this was going way worse then she had thought.

"I know, I'm sorry. What can I do to make this better? How can I fix this?" She asked as she stood up and walked over to him grabbing his face, but he avoided eye contact, she saw the tears glistening in his eyes.

"I-I-I have to go. I can't do this right now." He said breaking from her and heading to the closet grabbing a backpack and shoving a few changes of clothes inside it.

"Where are you going?" She asked, tears still falling as he went to the bathroom and shoved a few toiletries into the bag.

"I have to go; I can't do this right now." He choked out before heading out of the bedroom and into the main part of the apartment.

"Don't go." Her voice cracked.

"I'll see you later." He said walking out of the door. Allison and Scott were eating dinner in the dining area of the main room, watching everything unfold, shock written on their faces.

"Lydia are you okay?" Allison called after her friend but Lydia had already walked back into the bedroom closing the door and locking it as she slid down it, sobbing inconsolably for at least an hour and a half.

A week later Stiles returned to the apartment, it was cold out and he need his winter clothes. He needed to work things out with Lydia too; he missed her since the second he left. But he was just too hurt at the time to even think straight, because he never would have believed she could have done that to him. He'd even ignored her texts, calls, FaceTime requests, everything. He did tell Allison to let her know he was okay, so she would completely freak out. But now he was ready to talk this all out, he just had needed that time. Nothing that shitty had happened to him since his mother died.

He walked into the apartment, Scott and Allison were sitting on the couch watching TV, they greeted him and welcomed him back. Soon he walked back to their bedroom but something was different, something was off. It was less cluttered, things were missing. Then it hit him, all of the things that were gone were Lydia's.

"Dude what's going on?" Stiles asked walking back into the living room.

"She left." Scott answered simply.

"What do you mean she left?"

"She went back to Beacon Hills, you wouldn't talk to her. She didn't know what to do so she left. Her professors even let her take her exams early, so she could be done with the fall semester here."

"She went back home? Did she say anything about me? About…us?"

"Not really, maybe she just needs time now, alone time or something." Allison offered.

"Oh my god. I have to go see her." He said heading for the door.

"Wait." Scott said.

"What?"

"Christmas break is in like two or three weeks Stiles, were going home then. Maybe it's just best you give her until then." His friend was right; he needed time so did she probably. He didn't know why she was the one who needed time, although he hadn't communicated with her in days. He did have to text her because he didn't know what was going on.

Sorry I haven't responded to you, but what are we exactly? He texted her, he needed answers of some sort, he hoped he would get one soon enough. After an hour and ten minutes of waiting he got his answer.

On a break, not together. And that was it. That was all he got. This was not what he wanted.