Not exactly planned

5. What's With The Smelling

Lydia quickly fixes her makeup before emerging from the janitors closet and Scott waves her over to his locker. With some hesitation, she joins him, giving a weak smile that he surely knows is fake.

"You okay?" Scott asks while turning in his combo.
"Okay as in emotionally or okay as in..." Lydia sighs. "I'm shit."
The werewolf wasn't going to argue on that, it had taken Isaac all of twenty seconds to spit everything out to him. If Scott knew his best friend at all (and he did) he should've known that what Stiles did was more than predictable. He would never want anyone to feel the way he did after finding his girlfriend in the closet with someone else, even Malia.

"Yo, Scott!" Stiles calls from down the hall, the coyote hooked to his side as they approach. "Party at Greenburg's tomorrow, you in?"
He glances briefly at Lydia as if saying that he was talking to her too but in reality the questions were aimed purely towards Scott.
"Sounds good." He grins.
"Lydia?" Malia simply says her name and the strawberry blonde nods shyly.

They quickly say goodbyes before walking down the hall again. Lydia's bright emerald eyes suddenly dulled, trailing off after Stiles but he was completely oblivious, smiling widely while whispering things into Malia's ear as they walk. Her heart longed to chase after him, and she hated herself for it.

"You know I can smell it." Scott mumbles.
"What's with the smelling all the time?" Lydia groans causing him to shrug, returning to his locker. But then curiosity got the best of her. "Smell what?"
Scott doesn't even blink. "Jealousy. Whenever you see him with Malia."
Maybe she shouldn't have asked.

With a huff, Lydia slumps back into the lockers. Jealous? Her? No way. If anyone was to be jealous it should be Stiles.
Scott closes his locker. "He needs to know."
And she wasn't sure if he was talking about the baby or her feelings but either way she wasn't having it. She turns to him with that famous Lydia Martin attitude and growls under her breath. "No, he doesn't."

The werewolf doesn't dare argue back, taking a deep breath before both of them walk down the hall to class.
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A party.

It all started with a freaking party.

But surely this wasn't where it would end.

Especially since Stiles came with Malia this time.

There wouldn't be a "hey, dork" or a drive home. There wouldn't be more beers and conversations on the couch or a small kiss that quickly turned into chaos in Lydia's heart. Just a party.

"Hey, dork."
Or so Lydia thought. Stiles nudges Lydia with his elbow, offering her a drink that she quickly denied, a look of confusion spreading across the tall boys face.
"Uh... I'm the DD." Lydia makes up. "Go get shit-faced, losers!" Lydia pushes Scott and Allison into the crowd, earning more confused looks but they don't object.

"Come on, Lyds. One drink isn't going to kill you. You can handle it." Stiles pushes, taking in her appearance. She wore regular blue skinny jeans, some holes and frays on the thighs and knees and she looked damn good in them too. Her hair was down in messy curls and softly fell down her shoulders, almost camouflaging the straps of her dark blue tank top.

"Hey!" Malia weaves through the crowd and grabs Lydia in a quick hug, a green bottle held tightly in one hand. Thank god for this distraction. An awkward silence (ironic given the volume of the music) falls over the three and Lydia watches as the couple simultaneously take a drink from their separate choice of liquors.

What was Lydia even doing here? She couldn't drink, she couldn't hook up, she could barely talk to anyone without them questioning her and she knew for sure that talking to Stiles the whole time would be more than awkward.
"Great song!" Stiles shouts over the music, bringing the solo cup to his lips.
"Amazing song!" Lydia agrees, both of them now looking to Malia.

She shakes her head. "Never heard it! I'm gonna go watch Isaac do a keg stand!" She bounces away and Lydia automatically tries to come up with a reason to get away too. She tenses when Stiles long, skinny fingers wrap around her wrist.
"Dance with me?" He grins. Lydia looks to where Malia disappeared into the crowd, opening her mouth to object but Stiles interrupts. "Lydia it's just dancing. You and I are friends and if you don't plan on drinking you can at least have fun otherwise."

Though he probably can't hear it, she sighs, dropping her head and his grin brightens as he knows he's won. Moving his hand from her wrist to the small of her back, they walk into the crowd of students, Stiles losing his drink somewhere along to way. And it started out a bit innocent, the two of them like tiny freshman at a school dance with Lydia's hands on his shoulders and his lightly on her waist.

But as the song picked up, so did they. At some point Lydia turned around, deciding to mess with him a bit as her back pressed to his chest. Stiles scanned the crowd for Malia before smirking, lowering his hands to her hips and leaning forward to rest his chin on her shoulder. His cheek pressed flat against hers, both mouths slightly parted as the room seemingly heated up. Backing up a little so her ass would brush his crotch and Stiles had to bite his bottom lip, tightening his grip on her hips as she ground slightly onto him. God knows Stiles was thinking things he shouldn't have been but Lydia was doing things to him she shouldn't be.

And she knew it too.

The urge to whisper things into her ear catches at the back of his throat so instead, he scans the crowd for Malia once more before biting down softly on her shoulder.

Lydia stops moving a bit. "Nu-uh, Stilinski." She turns around, his lips leaving her skin and she could've sworn she heard some sort of groan in protest erupt from his chest. None the less, she didn't separate them completely, still as close as they'd been before. She soon realized this was worse, though. Stiles was staring down at her through hooded eyes and a barely evident smirk that Lydia so desperately wanted to kiss off of him.

But she knew she couldn't. Taking a deep breath and stopping her game, she rests her head on his chest and he stiffens, clearly not expecting this. He moves a hand back up to her waist and the other on her back and though the song was a little faster paced, they swayed slowly. Lydia wouldn't admit it, but she needed this moment.
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Authors note:
Yuhhhhhhhh. Yuh.

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LONGEST ONE IVE EVER WRITTEN AND IM EXCITED.

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-Chloe