Anyone But Her

A Chance For Change

It was done. Everything was beyond numb at this point it was all just fog. Lydia was struggling to breathe through her tiny sobs as she drove to Allison's house. She was convinced at this point that she was just born to fuck everything good up for herself. It had been raining heavy most of that day, almost like pathetic fallacy, she thought. She was drenched and could barely able to see the road anymore but she didn't care she needed her best friend. She just needed a hug.

The rain didn't bother her as she knew the way to Allison's house like the back of her hand. Once she parked up, she caught a quick glance of herself in the mirror and boy did she look dreadful. Her hair was flat and stuck to her head, all the makeup she did have on was now a past memory as it was mainly running down her face and her pink crop top and black sweat pants she had on were soaked through to the point that they just clung to her small body.

There would have been a point in Lydia's life previously where she would be seen looking like this at all, never mind while meeting someone, it would have been her worst nightmare, but right now she could care less. She knocked on the door, waiting patiently as rain ran down her face making the fact that she was crying look invisible.

Allison answered the door and gasped loudly. "Oh my god! Lydia! Get in here you're going to catch a cold!!" She quickly ushered her in and ran upstairs hastily before returning with a warm towel and blanket that she wrapped her in. "I don't care if I get a cold" Lydia grumpily mumbled under her breath. "Shut up Lydia you don't know what you're saying now come upstairs you need to change your clothes these ones are wet through!" She exclaimed in shock as she pulled her upstairs. When they got halfway up she heard another voice call out. It was Allison's Dad.

"Who is it Al?!" Mr Argent shouted from the kitchen. "It's fine Dad it's just Lydia!" Allison shouted back before pushing Lydia into her room. Once inside, she sat her on the bed and went to her wardrobe. "Mmm let's have a look.." Allison perused her wardrobe before selecting a oversized blue T-shirt and some old fluffy Christmas pj bottoms for Lydia to wear. Lydia sat on the edge of the bed with tears still rolling down her face as she looked to the floor in despair. Even after Allison chucked the fresh clothes at her she barely reacted.

"My god Lydia. Come here, I'll do it. And while I do you're going to tell me everything that has happened. I want to know it all." Allison stated before she started to take off Lydia's wet top and replace it with the new one. Lydia let out a sad sigh. "It's all gotten worse Ali. I don't even know what has happened but Stiles hates me. He can't even look at me." She said sadly as Allison took off her wet sweatpants and gave her the new fluffy ones to put on before sitting behind her on the bed and starting to dry her hair some more.

Allison looked up in shock at what she had said. " What? How is that possible Lydia? What even happened?" She questioned while Lydia sobbed harder and struggled to get her words out. "I-I'm not s-suree I just got b-back from school and he wasn't t-there like he usually w-was and he disappeared f-f-for ages and then when I-I saw him next he was...so angry at m-me he kept saying that he'd been told "the truth"...th-that I'd told everyone about u-us and that I'd been using him and s-saying how shit he was in bed andd stuff when I'd never say anything l-like that and that I had always thought he was a loser and that I was a-always going to pick...Jackson never him and that e-everyone in school knew about it..." Lydia cried as she turned around to hug Allison.

Allison thought for a minute. This was off, very off. "That so fucking weird, who would even say all this to him? and why? And how does that other person even know the situation? Wow I can definitely see why you're stuck Lydia this is a sticky situation and we need to figure out who he went to go see and get them to tell him that they were lying cause this is bullshit." Allison spoke clearly with slight frustration at the thought of someone out there who was determined to ruin her best friend's relationships and not just that but also her happiness.

"B-but Ali...it's impossible how will we know who he met when h-he refuses to talk to me or even acknowledge that I exist?!" Lydia replied tearfully. "I have no idea Lyds I really don't but we will get to the bottom of this I'm sure!" She said with determination as she stroked Lydia's hair gently. Nobody messed with her best friend and got away with it.

Stiles POV:
"It just can't be true, it can't be." Scott whined at him as Stiles told him everything. Scott paced the room in confusion while Stiles lay upside down on Scott's bed. "But it is. It's just like you said...you was right Scotty. She was just a bitch who used me and that it." Stiles said in a monotone voice,his voice drained of any emotion, as he barely moved to speak. "But no. I just can't believe it. I know what I said but I was wrong Bro. I saw the way you looked at each other, I could see how much she just ached to be with you and the way Allison said she talked about you...you just don't do those sorts of things with someone you're just 'using' you just don't. I mean why do you even believe Malia anyway she's one of the meanest sluttiest bitches at our school and you're choosing to believe her over Lydia, over your girl??" Scott questioned him in frustration as he stopped pacing and turned to face him.

Stiles huffed at him and rolled his eyes. "...she's not 'my girl' anymore...and why should I not believe her like how else would she even know about the whole situation and why would she lie? What does she get out of that?" Stiles asked him back as he sat up. Scott sighed hard and sat next to him on the bed. "I'm sorry bro its just odd. Something doesn't add up to me and I definitely don't trust Malia." Scott replied as he layed down parallel to him.

Stiles groaned loudly. "Why is everything so shit honestly? And now I'll have to get up every day and see her and Jackson all over each other, him with gross slimy hands all over her...touching her body..." he shuddered at the thought as a permanent scowl now rested on his face. Scott sat up. "Well bro if you're set on this, which it looks like you are then I guess your only other option is to move on." He stated blandly while patting him lightly on the shoulder. Stiles eyes went wide and he shot up too. He'd never even thought that far ahead. "I didn't even think about that...but what do I do...like where do I find someone else?" He questioned quickly like an impatient kid. Scott laughed slightly at his sudden worry. "Dude your Stiles Stilinski, you can pull any girl you want, you just need to know where to look... well that and to know how to talk to them." Scott said with a smile before standing up and walking towards Stiles' bag and rummaging through it. Stiles was puzzled. What the hell was he doing? "Aha! I knew it...you already have an answer, right in front of you bro..." Scott shoved a scrunched up piece of paper in his lap. It was the girls phone number from the zoo. It read:

Hope you get the chance to use this, you're adorable and I'd love to hear more from you ~ Zoe xx

This was it. Stiles thought. This was his chance to move on for the better, despite what his heart was telling him.