ochisia | stiles stilinski [2]

chapter one: omega

"Where do you think you're going?" I shot up from the seat that I was in for the past couple of days and rushed to Lydia when she swung her legs off of the bed and stood up.

"To have a shower?" 

Thinking over it for a second, I nodded once to let her know it was okay and she smiled sarcastically at me, "thank you for your permission."

"You're welcome," I smiled cheekily at her, walking slowly by her side to make sure she didn't fall.

"You want help getting in the shower?" Mr. Martin asked Lydia, wanting to be there for his daughter but going the wrong way about it.

Like, the creepy way.

"Maybe if I was four, and still taking bubble baths," Lydia scoffed and Mr. Martin backed up to the door.

"Right. I'll just wait outside, then. Where it's slightly less sarcastic."

"I don't need your help either," Lydia turned to me as I was going to follow her into the bathroom.

"Wha-I was just going to give you company?" I knew Lydia hated being helped so I tried to play it off as nonchalantly as I could.

"Lex, ever since I was attacked, you've been treating me like a porcelain doll who is going to break. I promise I'm fine. Now go," she insisted firmly and I sighed, nodding slightly.

"Fine, but if anything is wrong, just scream."

She rolled her eyes and pushed me out of the bathroom. I left Lydia's room and warmth bloomed from my chest when I saw Stiles fast asleep on the uncomfortable waiting room chairs, a balloon wrapped around his wrist. I told him a million times to leave but he refused to.

"He's been here all weekend," Melissa was telling Mr. Martin and she cupped her hand to whisper to him. "He's been here every second Lexi has been here."

I hid my slight smile because it would've been weird that I heard Melissa say something that she whispered. I approached Stiles, about to wake him up when he spoke first.

"You're dirty," he muttered, turning slightly in his seat. My once light mood had now plummeted straight into annoyance as my mind filled with images of him and someone else.

Calm down, Alex. You're not dating and he can't control his subconscious. 

A cleaning lady pushed her trolley near Stiles and bent down to empty it just as he mumbled, "Mm Lexi, just like that."

My jaw dropped in shock and I felt warmth rush up to my cheeks as butterflies attacked my stomach. Mouthing an apology to the cleaning lady, who wore a look of extreme disgust, I lent down a little bit so Stiles would be able to hear me better.

"Stiles," I crooned gently, but he let out a small snore.

"Lexi, don't stop," he mumbled softly, his tone raspy and I felt a pang straight to my core. "You're so fucking hot."