epiphany - lydia martin [book 1]

chapter fifteen. gemini

"What?" I asked in disbelief. That wasn't true. There was no way that, that was true. Stiles had to be lying. I didn't know why he would lie about something like that but there was no way that Scott kissed Lydia especially after our conversation. "Scott, please tell me that you didn't do that." I felt my skin getting hotter by the second.

"He did." Stiles told me. "I saw her lipstick, I know he did."

I furrowed my brows, shaking my head in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Stiles sighed, "Before practice I asked him to go up to Lydia and ask her if she liked you, I was just trying to help. They went into Coach's office to talk and afterwards when I saw her at practice her lipstick was all smudged." Stiles explained. I actually wanted to hug him right now because I really appreciated that he was trying to help me. That was really sweet of him.

But I could only laugh to stop myself from becoming furious. I shook my head before I looked back to my brother who was smirking. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked through narrowed eyes. I couldn't believe he found this amusing right now. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted to hit him. I literally wanted to fight him. "I can't believe you kissed her, Scott!" I ran my hands through my hair, trying to keep myself from saying something I would regret. "I - I told you. I told you hours before how I felt about her. How it killed me that I would probably never be with her. And you go and fucking kiss her!?" I shouted, feeling my blood boil. I felt Stiles grab my arm to hold me back. I knew it probably wasn't good to yell at him because it would only make him angrier but I couldn't help it.

Stiles shook his head as I turned to him, unable to look at Scott's stupid face. "You know, the past three hours, especially when you knocked Danny out on the field, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal." Stiles said. "He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

My head was pounding. This was all too much.

"She kissed me." I heard Scott say.

I turned around, feeling tears sting behind my eyes. "What did you say?" I glanced at Stiles who was looking at me in sorrow and what seemed like pity.

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me." Scott smirked. I felt a ball form in my throat as I tried to stop from crying. Lydia kissed him? Why would she do that? Is that what this had been about this whole time? She was using me to get closer to Scott? "She would have done a lot more, too. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me... She would have done anything I wanted. Anything!" He said in a low tone, obviously just trying to aggravate me. I felt Stiles put his arms around me as a hot tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away before I walked into the hall, sitting with my back to the wall.

I couldn't even describe what I was feeling. It was like a different level of heartbreak. I couldn't believe that I thought for a second that Lydia liked me. I couldn't believe I thought that I actually had even the slightest chance. I thought my mom was right. But all she wanted was to get to my brother.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked as he sat next to me.

I shook my head, "I'm furious. I know it's just the full moon but I'm so mad at him, Stiles. I know that Lydia isn't mine, I know that, but he knew how I felt about her. He doesn't even like Lydia. This is so messed up." I mumbled as I put my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry." He expressed as he put his hand on mine. I could tell it pained him to see me like this.

"No, I am. Now I know how you feel."

He shook his head, "It's okay. It gets easier. I think I just spent so much time thinking about the day I finally told you how I felt that I had to get used to the idea that it wasn't gonna happen. But I got over it."

I nodded, looking at him in appreciation. "Thank you," I frowned, my eyebrows furrowed. "For trying to help me. That was really sweet of you, you know."

He chuckled, shaking his head, "It was nothing."

"Stiles, Dev, please let me out." I heard Scott cry. The tone of his voice was different. He actually sounded apologetic and sincere. He wasn't that good of an actor so I knew he wasn't lying but I didn't understand the sudden shift. "It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please, guys, let me out. It's starting to hurt." He expressed. "It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know - That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel... completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out." He pleaded, causing Stiles to cover his ears. I could tell it was killing him to see Scott in this kind of pain.

"We can't." Stiles murmured, knowing that Scott could hear him. My brother started to scream horrendously. I heard a rapid clanging, assuming it was his handcuff banging against the radiator. It just kept getting louder and louder.

I covered my ears, praying that it would stop. My head felt like it was about to explode. I was angry, disappointed, and overwhelmed. I was actually surprised that I wasn't sobbing right now. I felt like I wanted to scream. Kind of like how Scott was screaming. Except... he wasn't anymore.

I looked over at Stiles in confusion, the sudden quietness taking me aback. The boy stood up, "Scott, are you okay? Scott?" He asked as he walked into Scott's room. He went quiet for a moment. "Devin." He called. I sighed before I stood up, entering Scott's room to see that the handcuff Scott had was sitting right on the floor and his window was wide open.

"Oh, shit."