Off Limits

Chapter 9 - Night Terrors

That night, Stiles struggled to sleep as he kept seeing the image of Lydia in his mind. He closed his eyes seeing her there once more; her lacey underwear, the attractive way her back dipped slightly in the middle, the perfect porcelain skin that Stiles longed to touch, to kiss, to- Stiles rolled over in the make shift bed that Scott had made up for him on his bedroom floor, a slight frown sat on his face as his mind buzzed. He had to get her out of his head, it was just wrong. He peeked over his shoulder to see Scott fast asleep in his bed, snoring peacefully away. Despite being in a deep sleep, Stiles felt guilty, like Scott would somehow be able to read his thoughts. What had happened to him? he used to despise this girl. It was just because he saw some of her body, it had to be, there was no other explanation. No, he wasn't Isaac, who hit on Lydia the moment he laid eyes on the girl because she was of the opposite sex, nope that wasn't him. Firstly, he has nowhere near that amount of confidence when it comes to girls, secondly, he did not fancy her, it's all just pheromones or some shit. He would argue lack of sex but then again, it wasn't exactly like he was a womaniser, who slept with a new girl each week. He hadn't had sex with anyone in well over a year, after his ex girlfriend Malia broke his heart and left state, he hadn't been with anyone else since. Isaac would argue that he's 'sex-deprived' at this point and 'beyond help' but he was perfectly fine, well he was until she showed up.

Stiles sat up in bed tiredly as he rubbed his eyes slightly, his eyes already adjusted to the dark. He searched helplessly for his phone as he tapped the ground lightly in places until he found it. Once he turned it on a bright light shone out of it like a beacon of sunlight and he squinted in pain as he struggled to turn down the brightness quickly. After his eyes adjusted, he read the time, it was 1:50am and he sighed again, placing it in his pyjama pants pocket before standing up in silence and attempting to diligently leave the room without Scott hearing him. The door creaked slightly as he slowly closed it shut, each creak sounding like nails on a chalkboard as he checked to see that Scott was still asleep, he was. He decided that maybe getting a drink would help him to settle better as he padded softly downstairs, his hair tousled, his eyes sleepy and his black t-shirt still bed warm. Once he got to the kitchen, he yawned sleepily before opening the fridge, the small bulb inside creating a warm glow within the kitchen as he did so, creating just enough light for him to see. Just as he was about to grab some milk, he heard small creaks and footsteps as someone descended the stairs hastily. Stiles shut the fridge cautiously before walking towards the sound wearily, his bare feet becoming colder from the wooden floors with every step he took. As he got to the base of the stairs, he quickly saw familiar strawberry blonde locks as Lydia struggled to put her ankle boots on quietly.

Stiles cleared his throat softly and watched with humour as Lydia jumped around, shock plastered on her face as it quickly became worry. Stiles crossed his arms over his chest as he raised his eyebrows at her in silent question, quickly noticing that she appeared to be very dressed up in a sparkly purple dress that hugged her figure almost criminally as it accentuated her curves, and her hair now in waves all around her. She looked very different from the girl Stiles had seen earlier, this girl was out to impress. Stiles suddenly remembered earlier and he began to feel awkward at seeing her again, like somehow she'd be able to know all the dirty thoughts he had about her. "Stiles? oh god please don't tell anyone." Lydia spoke in a hushed tone as she stepped closer towards him, her eyebrows furrowed together in worry. Her gentle voice quickly snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked her up and down, she had to be going out to meet a guy. "What are you doing Lydia?" Stiles asked her intently as she looked down briefly at the floor, her expression seeming unreadable. "What? you've never seen someone sneak out before...?" She said sarcastically, half under her breath, which just earned her another fed up look from Stiles. "Fine...I'm meeting Jackson." she stated bluntly as she played with a curl in her fingers. Stiles involuntarily grimaced at the mention of that douchebags name. "Ugh, the steroid guy?" Stiles questioned her back judgingly as she flicked her eyes back up to him, flashing him a frustrated expression. "shush, he doesn't take steroids...he just works out a lot..." she defended quickly trailing off slightly as if she didn't even believe what she was saying.. "Yeah right and i don't do my homework, i just wish really really hard." he replied sarcastically with a huff. "Shut up you ass" she whispered in return as she crossed her arms at him, which only enhanced her cleavage more as he struggled to not look.