Broken Smile

Chapter 10

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Lydia got up and followed Stiles . He was ready to say something when Malia almost hit him.

-Sorry!, she yelled surprised, I didn't see you.

-It's fine, it's fine,Stiles rubbed his neck, Look, about last night...

-It's okay Stiles. We had some really great minutes together.

She laughed. Stiles was glad she saw all this with humor. Another girl would probably hate him now. But not Malia. She could be a good friend, a good girlfriend even , if he wasn't stuck with Lydia.

Lydia.

Lydia was still behind him and looking between him and Malia.

-Hello Lydia. ,Malia said politely.

-Hey.

Stiles certainly didn't feel good. He liked spending time with Malia and ,of course, with Lydia. But the two of them TOGETHER. It was dangerous. Like putting a dog and cat in the same room. It was just a matter of time until they fought. And Malia and Lydia fighting... That WOULD NOT be good.

-Look Malia we really have to go somewhere. Maybe... I don't know, I'll call you, I guess.

She gave me a smile.

-Yeah, I'll see you around. Bye guys.

She walked away quickly.

-Now she was friendly. ,Lydia commented.

-Lydia can we please not talk about her? Please.

Surprisingly, Lydia laughed.

-Okay, fine.

The kept walking and Stiles looked at her. He now paid attention to her outfit. She was gorgeous. Her black skirt was short and cute and so was her T-Shirt. She wore the right amount of make up. He also noticed that a lot of men were looking at her as they walked. Stiles couldn't blame them. Lydia was exactly that kind of girl that would walk into a room and suddenly take all the attention.

-You know ,Stiles began, last night was fine. I mean you were drunk and all but...

Lydia laughed again.

-Yes, it was Stiles. Only Jackson got pretty mad. I kinda dumped him so...

-Same here. Really Malia and I got to talk for... I don't know, about 3 minutes and something.

They reached a big hotel. It was tall. Taller than Stiles would have expected. But he got in anyway.

-Stiles, where are you going? ,Lydia asked.

-Just follow me, okay?

And she did. The got in an elevator that reached the sixth floor. But Stiles was heading for the 11th.

The elevator was full of people so they had to fight their way in. They ended up at a corner, Lydia really really close to him. Maybe a little bit closer than he could handle.

God, she even smelled good. Her back has turned on the boy. Still, she was too close.

Finally they reached the sixth floor and all the people left. Stiles guessed that they were tourists in a group.

The door closed again and.the continued. Lydia had moved away from him and he didn't like it. He stared at the strawberry blonde, not able to take his eyes off her. He knew her a while now but she still seemed dangerous and sharp sometimes. Like broken glass.

Love is a weird thing ,he thought. No wonder Romeo and Juliet didn't survive it.

-What's wrong? , she asked.

Stiles smiled.

-Absolutely nothing.

The elevator stopped and they finally got out. Stiles led her to the rooftop.

Lydia took a deep breath. They were high. Higher than the other buildings. They could see everything. The sun was bright and.the town was full of movement.

-How did you know about this place, Lydia whispered.

-The owner happens to be my uncle. I like it here, so I come a lot.

-Of course you like it here.

Lydia looked at him. She took a step closer to him and he did the same. The girl hesitated a little before putting her lips on his.

And it was nothing like the last night. This time Lydia was slow and her lips were softer. She run her hands through the boy's her and he put his arms around her back.

It was exactly what Stiles wanted. He had a crush on Lydia since forever. But maybe it wasn't just a crush. She was soft and beautiful and slow and everything he would have asked now.

He didn't feel like letting go. They were together. They were like two puzzle pieces that fitted completely. Maybe Romeo and Juliet didn't survive love but Stiles understood now that love was something worth dying for.