Stydia One Shots

I hate you

For a while, everything was the same between Stiles and Lydia. They shared the little touches that they always did, went and did all the supernatural detective work together, and always had each other on their mind. Always.

Stiles couldn't get Lydia's soft auburn hair that always brushed his temple when he held her, and those piercing green eyes that could make the whole world stop and stare.

But Lydia was a different case.

She couldn't get all these feelings out of her brain. Ones she's felt before, but never been able to decipher what exactly they meant. Those burning feelings in the bit of her stomach that exploded when she saw his tall frame sauntering down the hallway to greet her. Her throat felt like it was closing in, and her stomach twisted into knots. Then, he put a hand on the small of her back as they walked towards A.P. Bio, and Lydia felt like she could breathe again. A feeling of a swarm of butterflies exploded from her stomach, speeding through her veins and releasing out her fingertips. When he touched her, she felt blissful.

What the hell was happening to her?

She remembered something Allison said to her once, before they got hurtled into the world of the supernatural. Back when the biggest problem was what color Lydia's dress would be for the dance.

She said, "You know that feeling, when you see him at the end of the hall and you can't breathe until you're with him?" Lydia hadn't really thought about it all that much, nor did she feel that at the time. It was understandable, her boyfriend was a homicidal lizard.

But now, everything made sense. She understood perfectly what Allison meant, but she never imagined it would be with Stiles. Allison had said it was fate that he and Lydia would be together, but there's no such thing as fate.

There's no such thing as werewolves, either.

"So, I was thinking we could study tonight? We both have a history test tomorrow, and I could definitely need your help with the science behind the Cold War." Stiles said, and they entered the classroom, taking their seats at the front. Stiles and Lydia were lab partners, and she refused to sit anywhere but the front. In her opinion, they get the best learning up there.

"Sure," She faked a smile, but in reality she was nervous. Why was she nervous? Should she be nervous? There's no reason to be nervous, it's just Stiles. Right?

Stiles knew that look, he had seen her wear it a lot for other people. But never him. Her smile was always genuine with him, which meant there had to be something wrong. Everything seemed to be normal about Lydia, her eyes were as bright as always, her skin glowing as it was. It was that one smile that was throwing him off.

The day was over before Lydia could blink, and she was in her car, driving down the road to her house. Thoughts swarmed her head, ones that she never troubled with before.

Does my hair look okay?

My outfits weird, I should change it.

What if he thinks I look weird?

What if he knows everything?

What if,

What if...

Lydia couldn't take it anymore, all these questions without answers. She always knew the answer, or if she didn't, I wouldn't take long to figure it out. She was Lydia Martin, and Lydia Martin didn't deal with problems like these. She's never dealt with feelings she doesn't know how to comprehend, or not knowing what she wants or how she feels about someone.