Ok this update came really fast because I was really excited about it... so don't expect an update everyday because of this haha enjoy(:
Lydia stumbled away from the door of the classroom but her eyes remained locked onto the boy in front of her. His body was shrouded it a golden glow mirroring her own. Her breath began to become labored, if this was a new banshee power could this mean Stiles was going to die? Is this how she would find the bodies now? The thought of Stiles dying made tears prick in the corners of her eyes... no not Stiles too.. she couldn't lose him.
A hand being placed on her shoulder drew her eyes from the door and her vision flashed back to normal. Her tear blurred vision met Scott's concerned gaze.
"Lydia what's wrong?" He gripped both of her shoulders gently, " I saw you walk past my class room. You looked like you were in one of your banshee trances.."
She brought a hand up wiping the stray tears,
"N..no it was nothing.."
she tries to pull away but his grasp tightens slightly holding her there.
"Lydia, you aren't out here crying for no reason.. what is it?"
She sighs,
"I was just thinking about Allison..."
If he was listening to her heartbeat he could tell it was a lie... she hopes he wasn't.
He stares at he questioningly before shaking his head.
"If you don't want to tell me that's ok...but Lydia.. we need you in the pack again. You have distanced yourself so much we hardly see you anymore."
She looks down at her heels noticing a scuff on the side but not caring at the moment.
They stand there for a while only the muffled sounds of teachers in their classrooms.
"Lydia... if something is wrong let us help...please."
She shakes her head before stepping back,
"It's nothing. I'll see you around Scott."
And with that she turns and clicks her way down the hall.
The bell rings signalling her lunch period and she makes her way to the lunchroom. She had been dreading lunch everyday for weeks now knowing they all had lunch together. This means she has to be the third wheel, or well fifth in this case, to Scott, Kira, Stiles and Malia. If she was telling the truth, it was mostly because of Stiles and Malia.. Being around them hurt most of all because she knew she was too late. Her feelings for Stiles weren't new but she didn't know how strong they were until Malia came into the picture.
"Hey Lydia!"
She froze instantly at the voice behind her. The tingling in her finger pulsed harshly and felt like it was being pulled backwards. Stiles.
She took another hesitant step forward when he calls out again,
"Lydia!"
She turns her head to face him, her loose curls swish over her shoulders. She sucks in a breath. He is wearing an orange plaid shirt over a plain white t-shirt. His deep brown hair is spiked and wild and he is wearing dark jeans and converse shoes.. he looked good. Her heart flutters as she meets his warm, amber gaze, a crooked smile plastered on his face. He's alone. Malia isn't at his side today. She smiles the first genuine smile of the day before she remembers what happened earlier. He trots his way over to her, hands on the straps of his backpack. The tugging and pulsing in her finger only gets stronger as he approaches and she feels her heart stutter. She couldn't lose him. .
"Hey Lyds."
Butterflies swarm her stomach at the nickname he hasn't spoken to her in what felt like an eternity.
"Hey."
They continue walking down the hall, his sleeve brushing up against her bare arm seemingly trailing fire with it. The pull on her pinky seemed to make her hand drift towards him but she pulled it close to her side.
"So are you coming bowling this weekend?"
His eyes are hopeful causing her to turn her gaze away from his own,
"No I can't...I have to help my mom at the lake house."
The disappointment floods his features,
"What? Can't you get out of it?"
She smiles at knowing he genuinely wants her there.
"I don't know..."
"Pleeeeeease?" He begs like a five year old asking for a cookie before dinner,
"Don't leave me to suffer with Scott and Kira's coupley-ness "
She has to force her voice to be steady,
"Well what about Malia?"
He looks utterly confused..
"What about her?"
"Well aren't you two going to go? Like a double date type of thing?"
He scoffs slightly a bitter smirk rolls over his lips,
"No..we broke up about two weeks ago.."
Lydia almost fell to the floor right there,
"O..oh... sorry... it just didn't seem like it.."
His eyes meet hers, his brown furrowed,
"What do you mean it doesn't seem like it?"
Her features turn a deep shade of pink,
"It just seems like you two are still a couple... you still wait for her after class, drive her to school and home, sit with each other..." She trails off realizing how stalker-ish and jealous she sounded... the smug look on his face suggests he was thinking along the same lines.
"I didn't know you noticed... we want to stay good friends, and besides she can't drive so I offered to drive her."
The smug smile is still hung on his lips,
"Well I.. I just thought you were still... so she won't be there?"
He shook his head,
"No she said something about her dad wanting to go visit relatives out of town or something.."
Lydia had to purse her lips together to hide a small smile,
"Oh..what about Liam.."
Stiles threw his head back in mock laughter,
"No that little runt has something going on that night too..
Her heart flipped in her chest. It would be the four of them.. and with Scott and Kira 'being all coupley' , her and Stiles would get to spend some time together. She tucked a loose strand behind her ear,
"I'll see what I can do."
He smiled widely at this, exposing his white teeth.
"Great!"
They entered the lunch room and for once, Lydia wasn't dreading it.
Scott and Kira were already there and waved at the two. Lydia sat down across from Kira and placed her lunch bag on the table. The pull she felt only got stronger as Stiles slid into the spot beside her. Her heart rate skyrocketed and she saw Scott's head perk up and face her. His confused gaze fell over her before drifting to Stiles, who was at the moment digging through his bag. Scott's eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening, with smirk on his lips. Lydia's gaze turned cold as she locked eyes with him before shaking her head.
Scott recoiled slightly but still wore a small smirk.
"So Lydia will be there Saturday-" Stiles started.
"Really!?" Kira squealed, "she told me she would be at the lake house?"
Lydias' gaze fell to her food, a pink color dusting her cheeks.
"Well with some persuasion.. I got her to break.."
Stiles sat up triumphantly with a smirk. Scott arched a brow at her but said nothing.
"Well if you listened, I said I would see what I could do..."
He scoffed,
"That's not a noooo." He said in a sing song voice.
"Well it's not a yeees" she replied in the same manner, but her wide smile gave the answer already.
They all laughed at that and Lydia met Stiles' warm gaze. Her eyes flit over his shoulder to see Malia standing there, tray full of food, and an angry expression on her face. Stiles saw Lydia's eyes shift behind him before looking over at Malia.
"Hey whats-"
"She's in my spot."
Lydia recoiled into herself but anger flushed over her body.
"What?" Stiles looked extremely confused.
"She. Is. In. My. Spot." She repeated enunciating each word, her deep brown eyes seeming to bore holes in Lydia's forehead.
"Malia. . We don't have assigned seats at lunch.. " Stiles tried to explain but she bowled over him quickly,
"Why is she even sitting here.. She never talks to us.."
Stiles' shoulders stiffened and his brow lowered.
"Malia.."
"No. It doesn't make sense. She barely talks to us but sits at our table...in my spot."
Lydia's blood is almost boiling,
"Just sit in a chair...sweetheart" her words dripped with venom. Stiles' surprised gaze whips back to her and Malia glares into her emerald eyes.
She slams her tray down next to Kira, keeping her glare locked on Lydia. Lydia didn't budge and glared right back.
Scott cleared his throat awkwardly,
"So uh... anyway.. Kira! How was that test today?" Their conversation continued on tensely and Lydia returned to her recluse state. She picked at the orange peel in front of her suddenly not too hungry. She felt Stiles cast her concerned glances repeatedly but she ignored them. She also felt the burning stare of Malia that she once again ignored. In the back of her mind, it felt like an accomplishment to have made the girl jealous but the more she thought on it, the more it seemed that Malia didn't understand that they weren't together anymore.
"Sorry about that Lyds.." he whispered leaning toward her.
His breath blew a few stray hair tickling her ear. She glanced up at him,
"It's ok..."
The bell once again signaled for them to switch classes, and Lydia rose to her feet. Malia strutted her way over to Stiles sliding a hand up his arm,
"So you'll be giving me a ride home today right?" He froze slightly,
"Well yeah.. I give you a ride home everyday.."
She glanced at Lydia making a point to slide her hand down his arm slowly while glancing at her.
"Good... just..making sure"
she smirked before walking away swinging her hips.
Lydia must have looked like she was ready to burst.
"Okayyy that was weird.." Stiles turned to face her with a confused expression.
He was clueless.
He gestured over his shoulder with his head.
"Come on." She trailed next to him and out the cafeteria doors.
"That was so bizarre... I don't know why she acted lime that.. sorry Lydia."
She shrugged,
"Maybe she doesn't think you two have really ended things."
He stopped abruptly and she stopped a few steps later.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes at him,
"What I mean is.. maybe she thinks you two are still together."
He seemed to ponder this for a second before shaking his head,
"No... no that's not it.. I mean I told her that we should just be friends.. "
Lydia shrugged
"Well it seems like she didn't get the message."
His brown eyes met her green ones,
"Oh.."
He continued to follow after her until they reached her classroom,
"So what do I do?...about Malia. "
Lydia smiled. They hadn't talked about anything substantial in a while and it felt good.
"Well.. if things are really over between you two..make sure she knows. Tell her. If she seems to think you driving her to and from school and sitting together makes you a couple, then you need to tell her."
He nods,
"I guess ..but I can't just not drive her.. she wouldn't have a ride.."
Lydia smiles at his thoughtfulness,
"Stiles..her dad has a car... we have a bus system. She has ways to get to school. "
He looks down grabbing at the hem of his shirt before she continues,
"If she thinks that having you drive her makes you a couple, you need to tell her it doesn't and if she still feels that way...it may be best to have her find another way to school."
He nods in agreement,
"Yeah I just.. I still want to be friends with her you know?"
She smiles sweetly,
"I know.. and if she does too.. she will understand."
He smiles up.. well down at her. Even in her heels she is shorter than him.
"Thanks Lyds."
She meets his gaze and they stand in silence for a few moments. He shakes his head a little and takes a small step back.
"I'll text you later Lyds"
"Okay.." she's not ready for their conversation to end.
"Stiles.."
He turns to face her again.
"Are you...busy later?"
He looks dumbfounded for a moment before spreading into a wide, vibrant smile.
"Not that I know of.."
She smiles,
"Would you want to come over? I have a few errands to run after school but how about 4 or 4:30?"
He nods,
"I'd love that Lyds." He winks in her direction sending chill over her body. "See ya" he turns walking down the hall. Her cheeks warm as she turns to go into her class.
The final bell rings and she stands smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She hurries out the front of the school to her car. The tingling in her finger becomes stronger and she knows he is close by.
She glances to her left and sees him walking, Malia at his side talking animatedly. He seems to feel her gaze on him and he looks up locking her gaze. He smiles and waves and she brings her hand up to wave back. Malia has gone silent and is glaring daggers at her. The girl slides her hand down his arm interlacing their fingers with a smug smirk. Stiles breaks eye contact with Lydia and pulls gently from her grasp. Malia's fierce stare moves to a stunned and confused one as she looks at Stiles. Lydia turns to leave giving them some privacy, a small smile on her lips.
She pulls out of the parking lot and turns the opposite way she usually does. Her "errands" today were not so mundane. She was going to the veterinary clinic to speak with Deaton.
The tires crunch as she pulls into the small, vacant lot. Not even Scott was here for work yet. She sighs in relief before exiting her car and making her way to the entrance. The bell rings as she enters,
"Be with you in a moment." Deaton calls from the other room. Soon enough he walks through the door,
"Oh. Lydia. Hello. I wasn't expecting you."
She walked over to the counter,
"Yeah sorry kind of spur of the moment."
He smiles,
"What can I help you with?"
She gulps,
"Well I think I may have unlocked a new banshee ability."
An expression of surprise, well as close to one as you can get from the vet, passes over his face.
"I see. Would you mind flipping my sign to closed. Then you may follow me to the back to discuss. "
She flips the sign and follows him into the back room they have been in so many times before.
"Okay Lydia, what have you been experiencing?"
She leans against the wall facing him,
"Well this morning I had a strange tingling that started at my toes and made it's way over my body ending in my pinky." She wiggled her pinky in front of her.
"I see.. and is it still tingling?"
She nodded,
"Yeah but that's not the weird part."
She goes on to tell him how if she focuses on the feeling, that her vision clouds over blue and a string appears tied to her finger. Deaton sits up straighter..
"This string.. what color was it?"
"Red."
His eyebrows raise slightly.
"Did you follow the string?"
She nods again..
"Where did it lead?"
She shuffles nervously and clears her throat,
"W..well uh.. I followed it and it... it lead to Stiles."
Deaton nodded as if it was the answer he expected.
"What does all this mean? Does that mean Stiles is going to die?" Deaton shook his head,
"No."
She breathed a sigh of relief,
"Then what does it mean?"
"Have you ever hear of the red string of fate legend?"
She shook her head and he turned to grab a book,
" According to myth, the gods tie an invisible red cord around the ankles of those that are destined to meet one another. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the Little finger."
She nodded absorbing the information,
"Okay so obviously Stiles and I have met each other so..."
Deaton continues, reading what is written on the page,
" The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break."
Lydia's eyes widen and she stumbles back..
"Destined lovers..."
"Otherwise known as soulmates..."
Lydia felt her hands shaking,
"B..but.."
"I knew you two had a strong connection to one another. You are not only each others emotional tethers but connected in this way as well."
Lydia remained silent not believing what she was hearing.
"Your banshee powers have allowed you to see this cord connecting the two of you. Quite rare actually but not unheard of."
She has to sit down and slow her breathing.
"So what does this all mean? I mean I can't just go up and tell him we are soulmates because I saw a red string tied to our fingers.. anyway I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way he used to about me. We are just friends.."
Deaton smiles,
"There is a connection between the two of you and according to myth, you are destined soulmates. However.. not all soulmates are romantic mind you.. some just share the strong connection in friendship."
Lydia sighed slightly relieved,
"You two though... share a much stronger connection than I thought before."
At that she pales, the color draining from her face,
"So this feeling... the tingling and the cord.. will I always see it?"
He shakes his head,
"No. When the connection is made, the tingling will stop. However you will always be able to see the red string connecting you to him if you focus your energy."
"You said when the connection is made... well we are already connected. .we are friends. So why do I still feel it?"
Deaton shifts a little,
"Well that's why I don't think it is a platonic connection. You two are already connected in friendship the only thing left is to be connected romantically."
She runs a hand over her face.
"And if we never connect that way?"
Deaton meets her gaze,
"Then the feeling will remain"
She groans.. what was she supposed to do now..
"Lydia. Don't fret too much over this. If you want, you and Stiles can visit me and I will explain everything to him as well. He is bound to be confused,"
She chuckles at the image of Stiles confused face that pops into her vision.
"Okay..thank you"
He nods,
"Any new developments you come tell me.. "
She nods and turns to leave,
"Oh and Lydia.. even I can tell that what Stiles feels for you...is anything but platonic."
A rosy blush covers her cheekbones and she rushes out to her car, all the information swirling in her mind. The buzzing of her phone breaks her thoughts. Stiles' goofy grin lights up on her screen,
"Just getting ready to head to your place, you ready yet?"
She smiles and her heart flutters. She doesn't think she will ever be ready,
"Yep. See you in a bit"
A reply buzzes back seconds later,
"Ok great. See ya(;"
Nope... definitely not ready..
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