Emotional Tethers

Chapter 2 - The Project

Stiles Stilinski was laying on his bed. The last thing he felt like was company at this point. The day went okay for him, and he was exhausted. But he knew getting the attention of Malia Tate would be worth all the struggles. To Stiles, his world didn't have one definite person. After the passing of his mother when he was 10 years old it didn't matter to him who he would be with. He's had a couple of girlfriends in the past but nothing too serious. Malia was a distraction to him. Exactly what he wanted. But his friends did want him to pay attention to a girl he didn't even know.

Lydia exhaled as she was busy washing her face. The makeup from her day she had cried off during first break and after that she didn't even bother to re-apply it again. She didn't have much energy for that. She heard knocking on her window while she saw as her best friend flew through it.

"Scott!" Lydia said clutching her heart.

"Are you insane? Use a damn door like a normal person," Lydia said.

"Come on, Lyds. I'm dropping you off at Stiles' so you can work on the project. He won't answer a message now and I know you way too long to think you will go there after today. Come on," Scott said.

Lydia exhaled. The way that Scott spoke was with determination. And if Lydia knew anything it was when her best friend spoke like that, there was no way to reverse how he would react. She grabbed her backpack shoving her laptop and Economics book in it while she went out of the room. The drive was silent although it wasn't long. Lydia could have walked to Stiles' place if she knew where it was. The car stopped as Scott opened the door. Lydia got out as Scott drove off. She exhaled as she shook her head and approached the front door.

Noah Stilinski was busy eating his dinner when he heard a knock on the door. It was slightly past seven meaning that the people were having trouble at the station. He stood up, groaning, as he opened the door shocked at who he saw.

"Good evening, Sheriff. My name is Lydia. I'm here to work on a project with Stiles," Lydia said.

"I remember you, Miss Martin. Come on in," Noah said as Lydia came in.

"Stiles is probably in his room. Come on up," Noah said as Lydia followed him.

She looked around the place while they walked up the stairs. She saw pictures on the walls of a ten-year-old boy with his mother. She knew that Stiles lost his mother at an early age, but she didn't really ask how old he was. She didn't really pay much attention to any of those details. She decided that it was better for her to keep his distance from him. Noah knocked on the door as he saw his son laying on his bed, but he was wide away.

"Stiles, there's a Lydia here to see you," Noah said.

"What the hell is a Lydia?" Stiles asked, not moving his head from his pillow.

"Mieczysław Benjamin Stilinski," Noah said as Stiles jumped up from hearing his full name.

He looked at the girl in front of him knowing who it now was. He nodded at his father, which he took as a sign that his son would pay attention and went out of the room, closing the door. Stiles dragged his hand over his face as Lydia bit her lip.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know where I live?" Stiles asked as Lydia looked at him, slightly standing back.

"Scott dropped me off. He spoke with..."

"With his determinant voice, yeah. I know that one. Then you can't say no to him. Sit down. I won't bite," Stiles said as Lydia grabbed a chair and pulled her laptop.

Stiles looked as the girl got her laptop out. What he had also noticed was how she was shaking. He exhaled knowing that the event previously that day was still fresh in both their memories. Stiles shook his head while he got his own Economic textbook while Lydia was setting up.