Anyone But Her

Going From Bad to Worse

Lydia read the note, quickly looking up as Stiles left. She looked to Allison and Allison nodded already knowing what was going on and letting her go. Lydia speedily grabbed her things and left the room, her heels clicked obnoxiously as she tried to walk faster than usual in the crowd of people in the hallway. She headed straight for the closet and looked around once more before slipping inside.

The closet was a lot smaller than she remembered and as soon as she got in she was nearly pressed against Stiles. "Oh shit sorry." He looked down to her, his eyes almost cloudy, he quickly looked down at her lips before stepping back. "No I'm sorry I know how this must look. It's not what you think. I just needed to talk to you. After that ride-just how are you?" He spoke fast and ran his hands through his hair anxiously. Lydia felt her tears threaten a return but she pushed them away. "I'm fine Stilinski." She looked back up at him and he quickly noted that her eyes were glassy.

Stiles sighed. "Lydia please tell me the truth I can tell you've been crying and you missed first period with Allison.." Stiles said quietly as she refused to meet his gaze. "Yes okay I was upset so what?" Stiles looked away a second in frustration. "I'm so sorry for what happened. Zoe was out of order, I don't know why she's suddenly so suspicious but she had no right to say those things..." Lydia quickly cut him off.
"It's fine. She's just protective of you, I get it. She knows we have something between us and is worried I don't blame her. I'd do anything to keep you too." Lydia spoke quietly and softly and it broke his heart.

There gaze met as she finally looked up and he was sure he would do anything for this girl right then and there. All he wanted to do was kiss her and hug her and tell her that it would be okay but he knew that would be inappropriate. "Lydia we have a problem, after you left she told me that the only way that she would believe me that nothing was going on was if I cut you out of my life...like never look or speak to you again." Lydia looked back up at him in shock, her brain fizzed as her thoughts ran around her mind.

There was a minute of silence as she thought of how to respond. Stiles was looking all over her, his gaze intense, and without realising, demanding as his eyes gave away the dirty thoughts that wouldn't leave his head. The tension was thick between them and he could tell that any slight movement between them would lead to them stripping the clothes off each other. Lydia spoke and cut through his thoughts.

"Fine. If that's what she wants, you have to do that. It's okay I totally understand. She's your girlfriend and you'd do anything to keep the relationship happy, I understand." She replied, sadness filled her voice as she looked to the floor. Stiles released a deep breath that he didn't know he was holding in. "Lydia..." He reached out to touch her and placed his hand around her face, she almost melted at his touch as she rested her head into his hand, closing her eyes for a split second before realising. She shot her eyes open and quickly stepped back from him, leaving his touch.

"No Stiles. Please don't do that you're just going to make it more difficult. It's fine I completely understand okay. I should go now but I really wish you all the happiness in your relationship." With that she turned on her heel, avoiding his gaze and she silently left the closet leaving Stiles stood there frozen. He hated this situation and he was angry, but only with himself. He wished it was simple. He wished he could just break up with Zoe and date Lydia but he would know the consequences if he broke up with her and despite Jackson not wanting Lydia no more he knew that he would never let Stiles have her.

Stiles quickly grabbed his rucksack from the floor and headed out before racing off to the cafeteria to find Scott. He needed someone to talk to.

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Malia watched carefully as she saw Lydia pick up the piece of paper left by Stiles on her desk. How interesting, what are those two love birds up to? As Lydia got up to leave, she quickly followed her out, wading through the sea of people uncomfortably, as she struggled to keep track of the red head. She shoved people angrily as she watched from behind a locked to see Stiles enter the Janitors closet, then a few moments later, Lydia did too.

Wow. look at these two. They weren't even trying to hide it anymore. Do they really think they were slick?

Malia knew what she had to do. She quickly turned the corner and located Jackson. He was laughing and punching playfully one of his roided up jock friends while a few other stood around him laughing. She pushed her boobs out more and strode confidently towards them, her handbag swinging in her arm as she did. "Hello sexy." She spoke seductively and instantly got all their attention. She quickly noted how there eyes instantly gravitated to her cleavage but she didn't care. "What do you want Malia?" Jackson spoke in a monotone voice, sounding fed up already, a permanent scowl sat on his face as he turned to her.

She stepped closer to him, leaving over to whisper in his ear. "I think you should see something, it's very important." She spoke confidently with a devilish smile as she backed away from him and he turned to look at her, he face now confused. "Malia I don't have time for games. What is it?" He spoke frustratedly, his eyes squinted. "It's about Lydia. You should follow me." His gaze shot back to her as confusion rested on his face. He quickly ditched his mates telling them he'd see them at practice before following her.

"What is going on Malia? What's she done now?" He spoke angrily and he trotted on after her. She quickly stopped in her tracks as they neared the Janitors closet. "Is this a joke?" He growled angrily at her as she grabbed her shoulders and spun her around aggressively to face him. "No baby, just tell me this. Have you ever noticed Stiles and Lydia act weird around each other?" Jackson perked up at the mention of Stiles's name. "What?" He questioned loudly in confusion. "Have you noticed anything suspicious before?" She questioned again.

Jackson let go of her and paced slightly. "Well not really, he's always hated her but I did think it was weird when he protected her from Aiden at his party, cause Stiles was terrified of him, it just didn't make sense." Malia nodded in agreement, allowing him to voice his thoughts. "And I guess he's been a bit weirder around her than usual...like more protective or being more horrible to her...wait is something going on?" He growled with anger once more as he stopped pacing in front of her.

"We'll put it this way sweetie...I think that the whole 'he hates her' thing was just an act I think he secretly loves her." Malia finished as Jackson turned his head hastily in her direction. His eyes ablaze with anger and hatred. "You fucking what?! But he always seemed so fed up with her and lately she's been disappearing a bit...and Zoe hates her for some reason and...oh my fucking god. It all makes sense now. That bastard has been in love with MY girlfriend!!" Malia could almost feel the anger coming off him in waves as she giggled slightly.

"Oh baby I think it's one step worse than that...I think there is something weird going on." Jackson screamed in frustration as he turned around and punched a small crater into the wall. "I'm going to kill him. Ugh how dare he...he has his own girlfriend ...I'm going to rip his head off!" Jackson yelled ferociously. "Sweetie sweetie stop. Okay thinking of this. You can approach this better. Think, you know now and they don't know you know. You can use that to your advantage. You know you can't do this at school it would ruin you socially, you're own nerdy brother being in love with your girlfriend, you'd be a laughing stock." She stated matter of factly which made Jackson grunt in annoyance. He knew she was right.

"But it's okay because Lydia hated him too she'd never go near his little virgin ass..." Jackson argued but she quickly shut him down.
"Oh really? Well if you trust your girlfriend so much watch this... and tell me what's going on here..." she pointed to the Janitors closet and Jackson turned his attention just in time to see Lydia walk out, her hair messier than it was this morning and no makeup sat on her face, then a few moments later Stiles emerged too and they parted going different ways. His eyes went wide in shock. "What the fuck?! What was she doing in there with him??" Jackson questioned quickly. "We'll if you ask me, you don't go in the closet with someone and get your hair looking like that from just talking now do you?" She smiled again as she saw the thoughts consuming Jackson.

"I'm going to kill him. If he's laid a finger on her I swear..." Malia quickly cut in. "We'll see I don't think she's that innocent if she's letting him touch her now is she?" She pushed the question in his head and watched it consume him. "How could she do this to me? That disgusting cheating whore! I'm going to kill them both, starting with him." Jackson stomped closer but Malia stopped him. "Jackson sweetie...think this through...I know you're angry now but I have a better idea..." she smiled evilly as she placed her hand around his waist and the walked outside.