So here is chapter 3. I'm posting this chapter for my followers. If anyone out there has any suggestions or ideas for me please review or inbox me. If you're reading this, thank you! I would love some reviews. -Writergirl2007
Chapter 3
Lydia stood up and smoothed out her clothes. She had been so excited to see Stiles before, but now all she wanted to do was get as far away from him as possible. She was angry that he didn't tell her about Malia, and even more mad that Malia had called her the town whore. How was any of this her fault?
The last man that had been in her bed was Aiden and that was months ago. She tried to breath as sadness swelled in her chest. Memories of him flooded into her mind. She remembered the exact minuets leading up to his death. When he was killed from the sword of the Oni she felt it deep in her heart. It was never easy being a messenger of death and being a Banshee had taken a toll on her mind, body, and soul. She had tried to forget about that night, when her whole life had changed. Her best friend Allison had also lost her life and it had taken Lydia months to recover. After such a tragedy one cannot truly recover. She felt the pain every day.
It was Stiles that had pulled her out of her slump. He visited her house every day to make sure she was okay. He was the one that made her smile again. She was truly thankful that the brown haired boy was in her life. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him. He was her best friend.
"I should probably go. I have a thing..." Her words trailed off as she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. She was going to go home,take a hot bath, and forget about this night.
Stiles didn't want her to go, they had to talk about this. He couldn't let her leave after everything that had just happened. He stood up and walked to her, his arms reached around her and pulled her into his chest. Lydia slid her purse down her arm and it dropped back onto his bed. His hands were on her hips, his long fingers hooked through her belt loops and pulled her closer to him. She let out a gasp as she felt his warm body press against hers. His behavior surprised her, they had never been this close before. Her stomach was swarming with thousands of butterflies. Lydia let out a shaky breath and looked into his brown eyes for an answer.
"I'm sorry about Malia, she didn't mean what she said Lyds. She was just mad, don't let it get to you. I am an ass." He looked away from her.
"Why didn't you tell me what happened Stiles? I tell you everything."
"I didn't want you to worry about me. Everyone is always worrying about me now." He clenched his jaw and thought about how furious this made him. Lydia wasn't the only one trying to recover from everything. He hated himself for everything that happened, everything that he had done. His face softened and he smiled at her his brown eyes lighting up. "Stay with me, Lydia ." His voice barley a whisper.
Lydia's thoughts were fuzzy. The sound of his voice seemed to reach inside her , sending chills through her body. These feelings were new to her. Never before has a man been able to send her mind into a frenzy from just holding her. Even though she had kissed him once, Lydia had always thought of Stiles as a best friend, but the way his body felt pressed against hers was beginning to change her mind. Overwhelmed, she pulled away from him to catch her breath. Her face was flushed and she turned away so he couldn't see how he had effected her.
Stiles crossed his arms and mentally patted himself on the back. His bold words, and close proximity had flustered her. He looked down at his pants, and realized that he too was flustered. His mind started to race, wondering what she was thinking. He was unsure if he had pissed her off, or turned her on. He started to say something but no sound came out. He swallowed the lump in his throat and found the words to say, "That came out wrong. What I was supposed to say was, Lydia will you stay and watch some Netflix with me? We could order a pizza, you could listen to me talk about seriously stupid, but funny things..." His voice trailed on as he tried to think of other things that would convince her to stay.
"There is one problem, Stiles." Lydia approached him slowly. She had a different look in her eyes that Stiles had never seen before. His stomach dropped as she reached her dainty finger out and ran her finger nail softly down his abdomen. He held his breath and tried not to spontaneously combust. "wh..wh what's the problem?", he stuttered.
Lydia moved her face closer to him and paused. She watched as his lips formed a smirk and she couldn't help but laugh. She placed both of her hands behind his head and pulled him down to kiss her. He pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, his warm lips moving over hers slowly. He pulled at her bottom lip with his teeth, and sucked lightly. She pulled away to catch her breath and took a few steps away from him. She wiped her mouth, and stared at him awkwardly. "I cant stay tonight Stiles. If I stay I'm not sure what will happen. "
"What does that mean Lyds? " He ask her scratching his head.
"We just kissed, I don't want to rush into things. It has been a long time since..." She didn't feel the need to explain any further.
Stiles rose and eyebrow and looked at her, "Lydia we don't have to do anything. I just like being around you. I enjoy spending time with you." He figured that this was the perfect time to let it all out and tell her the truth. He should have done this sooner, but there was always someone, or something, getting in the way. He looked up at her, grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together. "I'm in love with you Lydia Martin. You are the most beautiful girl in the world." He pulled her close, his hands grabbing her hips. "I want to be your best friend." He rolled his hips against hers, "I want to be your lover."