Broken Smile

Chapter 9

Stiles was looking at the ceiling. Scott was in his room trying to understand the last night

-So you and Lydia are something now...

-No, Scott. She was drunk. I told you that she wouldn't have done it if she was sober.

At first Stiles didn't tell Scott. But Scott was his best friend and no matter what, he could trust him.

-Oh God. That girl will drive you crazy, dude. ,Scott said.

-I think she already did. ,Stiles shrugged. Just let's change the topic, please.

-So me and Allison...

Stiles girnned.

-... had a wonderful night.

Stiles grinned even more.

-I wouldn't have guessed, he said.

Scott let out a laugh.

-I love her. ,he said, way more serious now than he usually was.

Stiles looked at him.

-You should really tell her that.

-She knows.

Stiles shook his head.

-Tell her.

.....

Scott left after a couple of hours after, leaving Stiles in his misery.

He decided that he needed to get out of the house so he did.

The time was 12:00. The sun was bright outside , making the world look better and happier.

-Hey!

He turned around. There was Kira, smiling at him.

-Hi!, he replied.

-May I walk with you, sir? ,she asked playfully.

Stiles smiled.

-You may.

The started walking towards a cafè Stiles knew, while he was trying to remember who was the guy that Kira went to the prom with.

Finally, it hit him.

-So did you have fun last night with Isaac? ,he asked.

Kira's face got even brighter, if that was even possible.

-Are you kidding? It was amazing. God, your school organizes the best proms.

Stiles laughed.

-Yeah well, they're usually successfull.

They reached the cafe and Stiles picked a table.

-Will you join me? ,the boy asked.

Kira shook her head.

-Isaac's waiting for me.

She winked at him.

-Yes, he is and he is very excited.

Kira turned around to face Lydia. Stiles stiffened. Lydia was now wearing a black skirt and a white T-Shirt. Her bellybutton was showing. Her hair were up in a ponytail. Her make up was flawless. She didn't seem tired and the fact that she was completely drunk the night before was totally hidden. Her green eyes sparkled and she looked amused.

Kira laughed.

-Then I guess I must leave you! Bye Stiles!

She quickly walked away.

Lydia stayed and even though Kira was gone, her amused smile didn't fade away. She walked towards him. She took a chair and sat.

-I have your clothes here...,she said .

She got his hoodie and a pair of jeans out of her bag. Stiles took the clothes and put them in his backpack.

-Thanks ,he murmured.

Her smile got wider.

-Welcome.

It was awkward, but Lydia was still smiling. That girl had nerve.

-Are you planning on staying for coffee? ,Stiles asked .

-You wouldn't mind?

She raised an eyebrow

-No.

They ordered and waited for their coffees.

Lydia was still smiling and Stiles was annoyed.

-What's so funny? ,he asked.

His voice came out sharper than he had planned.

Lydia's smile melted and Stiles was kind of satisfied.

-Nothing. ,she answered.

-Lydia what are we doing? We're not besties, okay? You want to talk to me about something. I'm sure

She tried to smile again.

-Yeah well last night is quiet a topic.

Stiles just shrugged.

-I don't have anything to say.

-Well I do. Stiles, I've been thinking about us since I got back home this morning. Are we really just friends? I know what I feel when I see Scott and Allison and it's a completely different feeling than the one I feel when I see you and Malia.

She was staring at him. He even stared back not sure how to respond.

-Lydia, I'm tired. I know what I feel Lydia but you don't. Maybe you should figure it out and them come and talk to me.

She looked sad, hard even.

-I wanna make this work Stiles. I really do. But whenever we try something it's just a fucking disaster. Just ... CHAOS.

-What's wrong with a little chaos?

She looked at him not knowing how to respond.

-What's wrong Lyds? , Stiles asked, now concerned.

She looked a little bit too dark. Her eyes were too shadowed. Suddenly the morning was cold.

-We all got our demons, Stiles. ,she finally answered, Mine look like you.

Stiles was stunned. Why the hell did Lydia's demons look like him?

She probably felt like she needs to explain, which she did, so she continued.

-You're a good guy, Stillinski. And I never thought I'd fall for a good guy.

Like that she had declared her feelings and I had to respond.

-I'm not a good guy. , I started, I'm not much of hero, you know. I am troubled. You know what happened with my mom and my dad... I might not look like it but I'm bad news.

Lydia shrugged and gave the boy a sad smile.

-I'm no better.

Then their coffees came. The thanked the waitress and got up. Stiles took his coffee and he gestured to the street. It was pretty quiet.

-Wanna walk? ,the boy asked?

The girl nodded.

-Sure, she said.