Broken Smile

Chapter 6

They walked in they gym but Stiles almost didn't recognize it. There were lights everywhere. Blue, green, red, everything. The gym was big but right now it was full of people, bodies pressing against bodies, dancing. Girls with dresses and boys with suits were everywhere.

The music was loud, Stiles could feel it in his bones.

-Wow... , he murmured.

Malia showed him something. It was Kira and Isaac laughing.

-I am going there! I wanted to tell her something before, but I couldn't find her! It'll take just 5 minutes! ,she yelled on the top of her lungs, but Stiles could barely hear her.

-Okay, he yelled back.

She took a few steps but looked back.

-Stillinski!

Stiles frowned.

-What?

She smiled.

-Get me a beer!

Stiles shook his haid but he had a grin on his face. He turned around and saw Allison and Scott. He thought about going there but they seemed to be in one of those "couple moments" and he didn't want to interrupt. Eventually he headed to the bar (or something like that) to get a beer.

Jackson was there, getting a beer too. On his side was Lydia, holding a bottle. He stopped. Jackson said something and walked away but Lydia didn't leave. Stiles kept going. He reached the bar and ordered one beer for Malia and a vodka for him.

He sat on a chair and looked at Lydia. She was already staring.

-Hey Stiles!

She hadn't call him Stiles in days, weeks. He liked it. He tried to hide his smile.

-Hey!

She obviously didn't want to scream every time she wanted to say something so she move to the chair next to Stiles.

-Having fun? ,she asked.

-Honestly, proms aren't my thing really, but it's good.

He shrugged and she nodded. She wasn't drunk yet but she was going to be. Soon.

-Are you angry at my Lydia? Seriously, I don't think I did something that bad.

She shook her head, her eyes not focused anywhere.

-You didn't Stiles. You didn't do anything.

The boy frowned.

-Then what's wrong?

She laughed like he was missing something obvious.

-All of it! I don't want to be here with Jackson and you know it!

He stared at her. His face empty of expression.

-No, I don't.

She finally met his eyes.

-Stiles I do have a problem. I do have a problem that you came here with Malia--

Stiles cut her off, not able to control himself.

-She is fine Lydia! I don't get you why--

-That's not the point! My problem is not that you came with Malia in praticular, my problem is that you came here with a girl that isn't me!

Stiles looked at her and didn't say anything. He felt like his mind was blank, nothing. Lydia Martin was jealous. He didn't believe it. The girl that had once been so unapproachable was right next to him, saying that she actually gave a fuck about who he was taking to prom.

-Stiles, you're my friend and I don't want to lose you.

He remained silent.

-Please say something. ,she pleaded.

He stared at her. He should say something. He would, he did.

-Lydia I had a crush on you since the third grade! Do you get that? THE THIRD GRADE! And don't tell me you didn't know because the whole school does. And god Lydia I asked you to come with me and you WEREN'T FREAKING AVAILABLE! ,he yelled.

He just said it, in a breath. Fast and loud, but clear. It was too much to say maybe, or maybe not enough but he said it. He stared at her, knowing it was her turn to say something, do something, anything.

And she did.

Lydia got up. She focused on Stiles and he focused on her. It was like the rest of the world wasn't there, like they were alone somewhere. The music was still loud but Stiles could barely hear it. Lydia was all he saw, her eyes and that strawberry blonde hair of hers. She was all he could hear.Her fast unsteady breaths were louder than anything he'd ever heard.

-Follow me, Lydia said and walked past him, her black dress flowing around her.

He stood ambivalent for a moment but then he followed her.

It was Lydia after all. He would lose his vodka but she was worth it.