Black Webs

Weightless

And we were just kids in love,
the summer was full of mistakes we wouldn't learn from,
the first kiss stole the breath from my lips,
why did the last one tear us apart?

xxxxxx

t h i r t e e n:

L y d i a

That absolutely broken look on his face was what had gotten to her.

What had she been thinking? Using her old bitch tactics on him, playing him like a fiddle despite the look that was breaking across his face like a storm. She hadn't even been kissing a bunch of guys, she'd yanked Danny, one of her good friends from school, and asked him to make out with her when she caught Stiles glancing her way.

Danny out of all people, who was incidentally, openly gay.

Lydia was glad Stiles hadn't gotten the chance to get a proper look at him. The beer pong... What had she been hoping to achieve?

Maybe she was just drunk. Only she knew she hadn't consumed enough for that to be a possibility, but maybe if she kept feeding herself lies, she would feel a little less miserable. She knew she'd acted out in a fit of impulsivity and jealousy, but she couldn't help it, she got like that sometimes.

Lydia stared up at the sky, a ruthless void of dark, chunky clouds. The air was warm and humid, and all Lydia wanted to do was go home and a have a good cry and maybe a bubble bath accompanied with tons of wine.

The clink-clank of her toothpick high heels sounded like war drums everytime she closed her eyes, everytime she thought about him. Stiles wasn't Jackson, he wasn't someone she was supposed to play games with.

He'd even let her win that stupid game even though he was obviously better. She wondered if she'd ruined everything with him over a stupid hissy fit. Lydia knew she was afraid that she was falling for him and that she wasn't sure she was quite ready to delve into a serious relationship, but she was sure that she cared about him as a friend, and respected him for what he did for the city.

Stiles was someone Lydia truly liked. Someone she hoped would stay in her life forever now that he'd already crashed into it... The sound of a car horn honking loudly jarred her out of her drifting thoughts.

When she glanced up at the source of the noise, it was none other than Scott McCall, leaning against his car with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes trailing her own gaze.

Suddenly, she felt like she was being stalked. "Were you waiting for me to come out just so you could dramatically honk at me?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll admit that's what it looks like, but nah. I'm here to pick up my boy and watch over him because I have a feeling he's going to be very drunk by the time he walks out of those doors," Scott explained, pointing at Alice's mansion behind her.

"Right," Lydia muttered as she continued walking, hoping to amble past him without making any more conversation.

"Hold up," he called out, making Lydia roll her eyes and turn back around on her heel. "Yes?" she muttered between gritted teeth. "What did you do?" he asked point-blank.

Lydia felt like he was pointing a barrel of a gun at her forehead. "Because I'm sure you did something," he added.

"You're speaking to me like I just committed murder and I don't appreciate it, McCall," she responded crisply.

"You might as well have. You always hurt him, Lydia. Even when you don't mean to. I've watched him moon over you ever since we were little kids and I'm sick and tired of watching his heart break every time you flash him an icy glare or don't acknowledge a friendly smile. What I'm trying to say is... If you don't like him, just let him know and stop leading the guy on. He deserves freedom from your reins," Scott said, genuine concern alight across his features.