Not exactly planned

Scott was glad that Stiles didn't have super hearing otherwise his cover would've been blown days ago.
"Do you know what's wrong with Lydia?" The tall boy had asked him.
"I haven't noticed anything." He could feel his own heart skip a beat at the lie. It was hard keeping a secret from his best friend, especially something as big as his own child. "Is she acting weird?"

"Around you guys she seems perfectly fine but then I walk in to the picture and she goes mute or leaves." Stiles chews on the end of his pen in thought. It had been a week and a half of these actions. She'd find a seat away from him in class or claim she wasn't hungry at lunch and go to the library but it all seemed purposely aimed towards himself. So one day he tested it out. He showed up late for lunch, watching as Lydia conversed normally with a smile while he walked toward the table. As soon as he had sat down, she averted his gaze, staring down at her water bottle as if it was the only thing in her universe.

Scott shrugs. "She seems fine to me."
Stiles nods, attempting to concentrate on whatever Mr.Harris was writing on the board but, like always, his thoughts wouldn't be put to rest until he knew what was going on.
"I don't know, I just-" Stiles sighs, lowering his voice to a whisper before continuing. "We had sex at that party but, she's been avoiding me for weeks now."
This time, Scott can feel his heart quicken, distracting himself by pretending to take notes.

"Maybe it's just that time of the month?" Scott suggests and Stiles rolls his eyes, turning away from the wolf.
"That doesn't make any sense because she still talks to you guys. It has to be about me."
"Say, on the off chance, that it was about you, does it matter that much? She ignored Allison for a month for stealing her lipgloss or some crap. She'll get over it." Scott wasn't lying that time. Lydia's done far worse things than barely ignoring Stiles. It wasn't even a complete ignore-ation. She was still talking to him, although not as much as usual, but still.

"You're right." Stiles sighs, "but I just want to make sure she's okay." And he turns back to the board. Scott looks over at his friend, real heartfelt concern written all over the boys face and he didn't have to turn on his wolf powers to know that there was something there.
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It was becoming harder for Lydia to deny that she was falling in love with Stiles. Like, extremely hard. It was just the little things too. She would watch him in class and examine his every move as if she'd never see him again. The way his eyes never seemed to leave his little bubble of a world but only to glance at her occasionally. His chin usually sat on his left palm, a bored expression covering his face. Every now and then, he'd scratch the back of his neck or stretch a little. Lydia particularly loved the way Stiles wriggled his nose to get rid of an itch, as simple of an act it was, it sort of reminded her of a bunny and she found herself smiling more often than not. And then her eyes would travel down his Cupid's bow to his lips, her body automatically reminding her of how soft they felt against her skin.

The bell rings, interrupting her thoughts as Stiles grabs his things and walks out of the door. She follows shortly behind, noticing that most of the pack has caught up to him out of different classes: Scott, Isaac, Kira, and Allison who now stood by Lydia a few feet back.
"You stared at him in math today, didn't you?" Allison asks, both of their eyes glued to the group ahead. It wasn't even a sly remark, just an actual bland question.

"I can't help it anymore. He's started this new thing where he tugs at his hair a little....not gonna lie, it's driving me crazy." Lydia bites the inside of her cheek, the image of his long fingers tangled in her own hair flashing behind her eyes but she quickly shakes it off.
"Mmm, Scott does that too sometimes and I know he's my exe but God is it hot. Anyway, good luck." Allison breaks away, walking down her hallway to next period while Lydia continues to trail behind the four ahead. The image came back, now that Allison was gone, though.

The room filled with soft sighs and throaty mumbles of secret words. One hand tangled through her auburn locks while the other held his body up and over hers. She remembers her own hands threading through that chestnut hair she had always adored. Her lips would muffle the light moans he gave in return of her tugging. Through the memory, all Lydia seemed to want to do is kiss him one last time.

And so she did.

As the pack starts to round the corner, She grabs Stiles back by his arm and drags him into the nearest janitors closet.
"Lydia, what the-" she cuts him off by hungrily attacking his lips, fisting the neck of his shirt to bring him closer to her. He immediately responds by cupping her cheeks, his fingers barely skimming through her hair but it was just enough to keep that memory burning in her mind. What was supposed to be one kiss turned into two. Then two to three. Three to six.

As much as he would've loved to continue, something was off. Something definitely wrong. Stiles pulls back with a hum and Lydia looks at him confused. He glances down, pressing the back of his hand to his lips to get rid of any of her lipstick before meeting her eyes.

"Uh..." Great start. "I thought you were ignoring me." His voice comes out as a low rumble emitting from his chest only making him even more sexy than Lydia previously thought.
"I am." She tried to control herself. Honestly, she did. But just standing there, examining every small detail of his features he was hard to resist. He was so close she could count every single mole on his soft skin, his whiskey eyes breaking down into several different colored flecks, not to mention the fact that she could feel his minty breath on her upper lip, only inviting her even more.

"Then why are we here?" Stiles speaks up, gesturing to the closet and maybe even to their close proximity. And just like Lydia had done with him, he started to notice every little streak of yellow in her emerald eyes, every freckle on her nose faintly hidden under a layer of makeup. She almost let it slip from her lips. Almost told him the truth. Almost looked down to her stomach as if it'd say it for her. But she didn't.

"I just wanted you." Lydia didn't necessarily know what she meant yet she did know at the same time. It seemed to make sense in Stiles' mind too, the gears slowly turning as he struggles to pull his gaze from hers. Gently he grabbed onto her forearms, unwrapping the nimble girl from around his neck while shifting slightly backwards. With one hand Stiles lightly caresses her cheek, the other still holding onto her arm.

"I'll see you at lunch." He whispers, pecking her cheek before silently leaving the closet. The door softly closes yet it felt like the whole building was caving in on her. No. She refused to break. With a deep breath, Lydia reaches for the door handle but her fingertips barely graze the knob before she's a complete mess. She places a hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence the ugly sobs and cries that involuntarily escape past her lips. Tears surely smudged her once perfect makeup as she leaned against the brick wall for support. Her eyes automatically squeezed as tight as possible, the bad dream of reality not going away.

Light streams in the small room as the door opens and quickly closes again but Lydia didn't care who came in or if they saw her a mess so she didn't bother seeing who it was. Only when the tall figure pulled her into his chest did she realize it was Isaac. He silently cooed her, rubbing the small of her back while swaying their two bodies back and forth as if he'd done it a million times before.
"Scott just told me..." He mumbled as Lydia began to calm down. She pulls back from his chest, laughing a little at the makeup she left behind on his shirt.
"How'd you know I was in here?" She asks while wiping under her eyes to get rid of mascara marks. Isaac simply points to his ears.

"You okay?" He asks and she nods. "Are you sure? Cause I'd totally stay in here with you but the claustrophobia is kinda kicking in now."
Lydia chuckles and sniffs. "No you're fine. I'll be out in a second."
He smiles assuringly, giving her a quick kiss on the head and a scruff of the hair before leaving her alone again. And crap was she in a mess.
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Authors note:
The thing about this story is that I'm attempting not to make Malia the bad guy (even though she essentially is) but I kinda want to make her more of a character instead of "I'm a biotch to all you hoes"....you get what I'm saying?

Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe