Off Limits

Chapter 7 - Late For Curfew

Once they got inside, Stiles and Scott ate some snacks and watched some tv before eventually, playing some video games. It had been nearly two hours since they had got home and Lydia still wasn't back. Stiles could tell that Scott was getting worried as he repeatedly checked his phone, awaiting her texts. After one of their countless games had finished, Scott put the controller down, leaning back into the sofa behind, as a slight worried expression lay on his face. Stiles dropped his controller too as he leant back to join him. He could tell he was stressed. "Bro-"

"I shouldn't have let her go Stiles, what's wrong with me? She'd only just met the guy I shouldn't have trusted him." Scott said solemnly quickly speaking his mind as he played with his phone in one of his hands, twirling it around in his fingers. Stiles sighed, he hated seeing his best friend like this, it worried him when he was this unhappy. "Scotty hey don't worry I'm sure she'll be fine. You did the right thing, you have to let her go out and meet new people you know?" Stiles replied softly, his voice warm and comforting as he placed a light hand on his friend's shoulder.

Scott bit his lip in worry, refusing to meet his gaze as he spoke. "Yeah but she's still a pretty girl alone with some random guy. He could do anything to her and it would be my fault because I let her go, I'm the worst brother ever...It's been two hours Stiles. We need to go look for her." He said sadly as he quickly stood up heading for the front door and putting on his jacket. Stiles stood up too, he knew a part of what Scott was saying was true, he was slightly worried about her too,(not that he'd ever admit it) but at the same time he knew that maybe Scott was just being a bit too extra protective of his new sister and maybe he wasn't thinking clearly.

"Okay you're right Scott, maybe you shouldn't have let her go so easily, but she is still her own person, you'll have to let her go out eventually. Like what if she wants to go on dates?" Stiles responded as he watched Scott shove his jacket on messily. Although, the thought of Lydia having a date with another guy just didn't sit right with him and he couldn't think why. "I don't care Stiles, I'm going to go. I need to see if she's alright at least." Scott slightly frustratedly as he reached for the front door handle, only for it to suddenly open in his face, taking them both by surprise.

Lydia was on the other end, her hair slightly damp and a small smile gracing her lips as a grey Lamborghini drove off loudly behind her. "Lydia!" Scott cheered at her happily as he pulled her hastily into the house, slamming the door shut behind her. "Where have you been? We was worried sick about you?!" Scott questioned her quickly, leaving the small girl slightly stunned. Stiles stepped forward slightly which drew her attention to him. "Erm actually no. I wasn't worried in the slightest, just Scott, all Scott...erm anyway carry on." He jumped in speedily which earned him a scowl from Scott. "Ignore him. We was both worried he's lying. He does that. But anyway you've been gone for hours what was you doing exactly?!" Scott raised his voice slightly and Stiles placed a light hand on his shoulder to try to calm him down. "I went out with Jackson. We just...drove about that's all." Lydia protested nonchalantly, as she put her bag down on the floor.

"Yeah but you didn't let me know where you was! I thought you'd been murdered or something!" Scott began to get frustrated, which caused Lydia to get angry too. "Erm excuse me?! You aren't my Dad I can go where I want, with whoever I want!" Lydia argued back as she stepped closer to the tanned boy. "Erm you certainly will not! It's my job to look after you! So that's what I'm doing, looking after you!" Scott continued to scream back as he moved his hand around wackily to elevate his point. Stiles stepped between the two bickering siblings, raising his hands up gently to try to separate them.

"Okay okay guys I think everyone should just a chill out and calm down....Butttt...." Stiles swiftly spun around so he was now facing Lydia, their height difference amusingly apparent as he easily towered over her, her head only just reaching his shoulder. "...Scott is right here, you should just shut up and listen to him. You shouldn't be off gallivanting around with random dudes without telling us just because you can, you live here now so you have to follow our rules you little punk." Stiles said harshly as he smirked at her angry expression. She looked like an angry kitten, angry, but adorable. Shit. No, not adorable, not in the slightest.

Scott stood behind him, his mouth open in a little 'o' shape as he awaited her reaction. He agreed with him but he didn't want him to say it so possessively and rudely. "Excuse me...?" Lydia took a step forward, raising her finger to his chest as she prodded him hard. "Who the fuck do you think you are?! You don't own me, and I may be a year younger but I'm not a baby! I don't give a shit about your crappy 'rules' I do what I want, when I want and if you have anything to say about that, well you can go fuck yourself!" Lydia yelled back, her hair standing on end slightly as she raised her voice. Stiles chuckled at her smugly as he crossed his arms over his chest, he seemed to find joy in annoying the fuck out of her.

There was a slight silence as the pair glared at each other, Lydia's angry emerald glare meeting his mischievous whisky one. Not one of them daring to break eye contact and back down. Scott quickly pushed in between the two of them, as he stood sideways, each hand lightly pushing them apart. "Woah there okay okay, I think we all just need to take a breather. Lydia? ignore him, he's being an ass..." Stiles flashed Scott a quick puzzled look as he expected him to stick up for him. Meanwhile, Lydia giggled at him as she gloated, only making him more annoyed. "Wha-" Stiles tried to intercept but Scott quickly cut him off. "And look okay, we just wanted you to be safe and yes you are fine to go where you like but please let us know, we worry about you safety." Scott replied softly and quietly as Stiles huffed. "I don't worry..." Stiles chipped in once again, muttering bitterly under his breath, as he looked towards the wall, ignoring their pissed off glares.

"Fine. I will. But keep this asshole away from me!" She spat in return, pointing at Stiles aggressively, before she grabbed her bag and headed upstairs. Stiles sighed heavily as he dropped his hands to his sides, pushing his tongue into the side of his cheek in frustration. "Ermm Scotty?! You was supposed to stick up for me remember?! I'm your bro." Stiles protested as he flailed his arms in the air. Scott crossed his arms at him as he pulled a irritated look. "And you was supposed to be playing nice? I guess we both suck." Scott argued back as Stiles sighed. "Okay okay bud you got me there. I'm sorry. I know I was supposed to...i just...I'm s-sorry." Stiles struggled to know what to say. Lydia was right, he was an asshole.

A smile quickly developed on Scott's face as he looked at his worrying friend. He uncrossed his arms as he walked towards him, patting him briefly on the shoulder for comfort. "Don't worry about it ya stresshead. I'm just joking. She'll get over it. All that matters is that she's back safe." Scott reassured him kindly and Stiles let out a breath as he felt like a small weight was taken off his back.