misunderstood | stiles stilinski

Chapter Seven

"Another party Lydia? Really?" Lydia was planning another party for tonight and I wasn't up for it. The last one was a total disaster for me and I've got a feeling this one wasn't going to turn out any better.

"Yes, really. C'mon it'll be fun." Lydia argued and I threw my hands up in surrender.

"I'm coming, okay. Just promise me I can lock myself up in your room if I feel the need to okay?" I chuckled lightly and so did Lydia.

"Of course, my favourite cousin can lock herself up in my room as often as she wants to. But no sex. Use another room for that okay?" With that she entered her car and I was quick to follow.

"I wasn't planning on having sex tonight Lydia! I meant when I want to go home but have no ride!"

"You never know.." I just shook my head. Not going to happen.

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The party was in full swing and I may have had a little too much to drink. That could be an explanation why I was flirting with Ryan right now. He had apologized earlier and in my drunken mind I had accepted it.

"Could you use some distraction right now?" Ryan asked me and I knew exactly what he was referring to. Was this some kind of inside joke now? I nodded anyways and with that I was making out with Ryan again. "Why don't we take this upstairs?" Ryan asked after a couple of minutes.

"Sure I don't think Lydia'll have a problem with that." I smiled in a daze. We were just about to walk upstairs when someone grabbed me by my arm. I turned around to see that it was Stiles.

"Claire could I talk to you for a second?" His gaze flickered up to Ryan before his eyes met mine again. I looked at Ryan apologetically.

"Make it quick." Ryan said and let go of my hand. I followed Stiles to the back porch. He turned around and he swayed lightly from left to right, he was drunk.

"Why do you keep going back to him?" Stiles asked looking straight into my eyes. His voice full of rage.

"I don't know." I answered powerless. "Maybe because he's the only one paying any attention to me." My voice was stronger now. Of course I was whining about being all alone again, I always do that when I'm drunk. "Why do you even care?" It annoyed me that he was messing with my life.

"Why I even care?"His voice was still angry. It started to pour but neither Stiles nor I cared. So cliché."Because I do okay?" I just stared at him dumbfounded. "God, you don't get it do you? You didn't get it then and you're not getting it now. I was so in love with you and you just ..."He rubbed his hands over his face. "And why even him? Fuck!" he screamed the last part. "I don't want him to hurt you okay? I don't want him doing anything with you that you don't want!" I still couldn't get out a word. Did he just say he used to be in love with me? Or did I imagine that? Stiles ran his hands through his now wet hair.

"So what do you want?" I croaked out. Stiles made his way towards me. His hands cupped my face and he stared into my eyes his rapid breaths hitting my face.

"Kiss you. I want to kiss you." His voice was only a whisper now and his words made my heart beat faster. He gently ran his thumb over my lower lip his other hand pushing a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. I wanted to kiss him too, but I couldn't. I was not ready to get my heart broken again.

"Stiles, don't. Please." I grabbed his wrists and removed his hands from my face. His hands were now loosly hanging by his sides.

"Claire, I-"

"No, Stiles you're drunk. And you're confusing me and ..." I could feel the tears built up. I don't want to cry right now. I ran my hands over my face trying to get rid of the tears.

"Are you going to go to Ryan now?"Stiles voice almost sounded hurt. I just shrugged my shoulders in response. I couldn't think straight. "Claire listen to me, if you only take heed of what I say one time do it now okay? Do not go with Ryan. He's bad and... I just don't want you getting hurt okay?" His voice was desperate and he was pleading me with his eyes. I knew he was right, I had experienced how Ryan could be. And an apology didn't guarantee that he wouldn't do it again and this time Stiles wouldn't be there to help me.

"I think I just want to go home right now.." I whispered slouching my shoulders.

"I can drive you." Stiles was quick to reply.

"No, you're drunk Stiles. Please don't drive."

"I can walk you home then.."

"No, Stiles I need some space now. I need to think about everything that just happened and what you said and ... some time alone. I can lock myself up in Lydia's room. Don't worry about me." I said before turning around and entering the house again.

"But I do." I heard him whisper before I closed the door behind me. I made my way up to Lydia's room and texted her that I was locking myself in and that I was going to steal some of her clothes. I needed to get rid of these wet clothes.

I can't believe that just happened. Stiles used to be in love with me? Why did he say that? Does he want to play with my feelings again? Or was he being honest? It couldn't be true... It doesn't make sense, if he was in love with me then, why did he act like he didn't care about me? And why does he act that way now? And why did he want to kiss me? What made his behaviour towards me change from one extreme towards the other?
I threw myself on Lydia's bed, I'm not sure I would get any sleep tonight.

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