The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Do You Love Me?

And Sugar we're going down swinging...
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Scott got home late that night, and was surprised to find his mother waiting up for him - something she never did. Yet, there she was, at one in the morning, sitting on the couch and looking at him with dark, concerned eyes.

"Hi, Mom..." he said nervously, stepping slowly towards her. The last time his mother had waited up for him had been when he was a little boy coming home from t-ball - the night she told him that his father had left.

"Scott, why don't you sit down?" Melissa said, patting the seat next to her. He did so, stiffly, and his mother sighed, "I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to tell you. I think Stiles and Allison are cheating on you."

Scott swallowed hard, before standing up calmly, grabbing his keys, and leaving the house without saying a single word. Here he was, trying to get over his pill problem for the sake of his band and his girlfriend, and they're using his absence as an excuse to sneak around? As if it wasn't hard enough for him to stand idly by while they sang romantic duets right in front of him, while he just sat and played his drums - completely helpless. God, he needed a drink.

He drove across town to the bar where all the teens knew they were liberal with IDs and plunked down at the counter. He'd only just gotten settled in when there was a tap on his shoulder, and he came face to face with a wall of fiery red.

Sure enough, Lydia Martin stood before him, clearly already a bit tipsy. It was a rare sight to see her in such a state - she was normally too classy to be caught drunk. She'd gotten over that phase by the end of her sophomore year.

"What's got you down?" he asked, gently pulling her down into the seat next to him.

"Are you sure you want to know? It's long, whiney story."

"Whine all you want. As long as I can take a turn after you."

Lydia sighed and leaned her elbows against the counter, her strawberry locks pooling on the wood. "I'm sure you've heard about why I haven't been around. The whole Stiles and Derek thing. I just... I really want to take him back - like I've never wanted anything so badly. But I'm scared. What if I'm just a consolation prize? What if he'd rather be with Derek? I mean, I wouldn't blame him. Derek is absolutely gorgeous."

"Hell, Lydia, he's in love with you. He just is bad at saying it, he's too embarrassed. But I can see it in the way he looks at you, and in the way he looks when you're not around. Especially lately. And now, without you, he's taking comfort in my girlfriend."

"Don't be a drama queen Scott, they're just friends. He's so not her type."

Scott frowned and swirled the drink the bartender had placed in front of him. He hadn't yet taken a sip. "What's her type?"

"You."

That was the word that broke him, and he threw back a huge gulp of the amber liquid. "What the hell do you mean?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, clumsily running a hand through her strawberry hair, "Well, let's see. She tried the golden boy thing with Isaac. She could've gone for the sensitive nerd guy with Stiles, but she tried that and didn't like it either. She could've done the bad-boy thing with Derek or Jackson. And she made out with me and neither of liked it."

Scott stopped mid swallow and unceremoniously spit it back into the glass, "What the hell do you mean she tried Stiles?"

In that moment, Lydia's heart sank, because even in her intoxicated state, she knew she had said too much. Yet, she still found herself spilling out words. "Last summer when you and Allison broke up, and the three of us grew super close while you were away, we got drunk one night and we sort of... We sort of all made out on the back lawn."