Just me, Lydia.

Four months. Four whole months since Stiles and I broke up. He doesn't talk to me. He never talks to me. I feel like it's my fault. Because it is. Isn't it?

Kira pulls me along. "You have got to meet him. He's so hot. Gorgeous."

"I don't want to meet anyone else. I want Stiles." I pout.

"That was your fault. Just talk to him. Maybe he will respond if you approach him. I have bio. Goodbye." She blows me a kiss and runs down the hall. I see Stiles. Leaning on his locker, talking to one of the new seniors. Malia Tate. I listen to them.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for a commitment, Lia. It's just not the right time." She tugs on his sleeve and pouts.

"Please. Pretty pretty please." He sighs.

"Fine. But let's just keep it between us, alright?" She nods and kisses his lips, hard. I feel my stomach turn and I almost have to vomit.

I run behind him and tap his shoulder. He turns. "Stiles. Can we talk? Please." His eyes look like someone just took his puppy away. He nods. And I glare at Malia. "Outside?"

He sits on the bench and I join him. "I miss you." I say. He nods and his thumb twitches.

"I miss you too." I look at him with intensity.

"I'm going to kiss you, alright?" He perks and looks at me. "Okay?"

"I can't do this. I've got Malia. I'm happy. You ended the relationship, remember? I just can't."

"Don't be nervous, Stilinski. It's Just Me, Lydia."

And we kiss.