You Make Me Crazy |stydia|

You held your breath

Jackson's arm hung protectively around Lydia's shoulder the whole way to the restaurant. He'd found some way to touch her ever since Stiles showed up at the door and Lydia was getting fed up. She anxiously played with the soft material of her sleeve, a habit she had picked up as a kid when her parents would fight. Jackson wasn't doing anything to help ease her nerves. He just kept sending Stiles death glares. Stiles, being the little oblivious boy he is, didn't notice a thing. The gold flecks in his eyes seemed duller tonight and if Lydia was being honest, he seemed to be acting a little hostile towards her.

They drove to the restaurant in silence, comfortably tucked into Stiles jeep. He offered to drive and as much as she wouldn't ever admit it, Lydia had grown very attached to the beat up blue car and its four working radio stations. She couldn't enjoy the silence though because of the buzzing nervousness she felt deep in the pit of her stomach. Stiles was going to find out she had lied to him, which she had never done before.

She was also a little pissed at Stiles. How could he make this night about himself? Malia would willingly get undressed for Stiles at the drop of a hat and Lydia knew that was the only reason he could possibly entertain the thought of going out with her.

Walking into the restaurant seemed to brighten Stiles mood. Leave it to food to cheer him up.

"Malia, hey!" Stiles shouted and Lydia inevitably rolled her eyes. Malia seemed perfectly nice in her opinion, but she was all wrong for Stiles. Maybe because you think you're right, her subconscious told her. Oh shut up. Lydia was with Jackson, happily, she might add. Sure they barely talk anymore and he is a little possessive but that's okay right?

Their waiter lead them to a dimly lit booth towards the back of the restaurant and Lydia braced herself for a snarky comment from Jackson about how just because they are young they're treated badly at restaurants. That was one thing Lydia despised about going out with Jackson; he was rude to staff. Surprisingly, Jackson held his tongue.

As they ate, Lydia anxiously awaited the moment it would all came crashing down. When would Malia try to make a move on Stiles? Lydia was just about to conclude that she had a creepy sixth sense or something and Malia actually was a lesbian when Stiles announced him a Malia were going to go outside for some fresh air. This was it. Stiles would come back in here knowing she was a liar and most likely confused as to why she did it in the first place. Lydia didn't even know herself why. It was just a spur of the moment thing. Maybe I'm a compulsive liar she thought.

Jackson grabbed Lydias hand, suffocating her for the millionth time that night. She didn't know why she was getting so annoyed. Any other day she would yearn for him to show so much affection.

"So what do you think of my friends?"

"I like Malia. She seems smart enough for you to be hanging around. Stiles sort of seems like a doof. You're way above him baby." The comment outraged Lydia. Stiles was the cleverest person she had ever met. Maybe she was smarter than him in the book aspect but Stiles could hold his own against her. And his ideas, even though some were outrageous, were more complex and creative than anything that had ever come out of Jackson's mouth.

"What are you talking about? Stiles is so smart and, yeah, hes a little quirky but that's what makes him great." By the time she finished saying that, she was fuming.

"Okay then I'll just say it. I don't trust him." Jackson raised an eyebrow at her like she was inferior and might need extra explanation.

"Oh my god Jackson you cannot be serious. We. Are. Just. Friends."

"Who is?" Stiles asks walking back through the door.

"No one. Come on you guys lets go. We payed already." Lydia says, smoothing down her skirt. She mentally prepared herself for a fight between her and Jackson. Jackson walked slightly behind her next to Malia, and Lydia fell into step with Stiles, just out of earshot of the other two.
"So when were you thinking about telling me Malia's actually straight?" Stiles whispered, smirking.
"What? I had no idea. Maybe she recently changed her mind." Lydia feigned innocence. Stiles could see right through her act.

"Martin, c'mon. I can tell when you're lying, you know that." Stiles playfully pinched at her side, making a giggle escape from Lydia.

"Okay, okay, Stiles stop pinching me." she laughed, "I don't know why I said it. I just got this vibe from her so ya know. It is what it is." Lydia twisted her words around just enough to cleverly avoid the question overall, and make it so she was telling the truth. The part about it not being the whole truth, well, disregard that.

Thankfully Stiles dropped the subject and he didn't seem too upset about it. Maybe not upset at all. The ride home was filled with tension between Jackson and Lydia. Stiles must have been able to tell because as Lydia was getting out of the car he whispered "call me if you need someone tonight, yeah?"
Lydia nodded in return, hoping she wouldn't need a shoulder to cry on.
***
"I'm just going to come out with it. Honest answer please. Are you and that Miles kid fucking?" Jackson asked, face red from anger.
Lydia was astonished.
"Jackson! Are you on drugs or something? No me and Stiles aren't doing anything I told you we're friends. Nothing more. I can't believe you think so lowly of me that I'd cheat on you!"
"Lydia I'm not naive! Don't think you can't lie to me! I know you, remember. " That comment really got Lydia going because A. she wasn't lying and B. obviously he didn't know her as well as she thought.
"Jackson you're being ridiculous. Just drop and and let's go to bed." Lydia was tired of fighting.
"Why don't you just be a little slut and go to bed with Stiles." Jackson mumbled under his breath.
"Okay that's it! You can sleep here tonight, but I'm leaving. You don't get to call me a slut. In the morning, I want you gone." Lydia stormed out of the room in her pajama shorts, black long sleeved shirt, and red converse. She grabbed her phone and walked right out the buildings doors. As she made her way down the path she called Stiles.
"Hey Stilinski. I hate to ask it but can I stay at yours tonight?"
Stiles breathed a sleepy yes and told her the door would be unlocked.
***
Lydia arrived at Stiles' and walked in, not having shed one single tear. Seeing him sitting on the couch with a blanket, Star Wars just starting, and his arms stretched wide made her break down. As much as she hated to admit, Star Wars was her new favorite, thanks to Stiles. His dopey smile melted away into a concerned frown as Lydia snuggled in next to him, wetting his shirt with tears. His phone rang and he reluctantly answered.
"Hello.... Oh my god.... He's gonna be okay though right?.... Can I talk to him?.... Dad?.... Tomorrow yeah I'll be there."
Lydia was still crying, although now concerned about the seriousness of Stiles' call.
"What's, um, what's wrong?" She sniffled. Stiles didn't answer, all she heard was the sound of him sucking breaths in. Lydia lifted her head and her heart rate spiked. It looked like Stiles was having a panic attack. Lydia moved from the couch, kneeling on the floor next to him so he could sit up straight. Her face was level with Stiles' and she could almost feel his panicked breaths.
"Lydia I can't-I can't breathe." He choked out, "I think it a p-panic attack." Lydia's mind reeled. She thought back to some article she read about holding your breath to stop one of these.
"Stiles just try to slow your breathing okay? Can you do that just slow it down."
She saw him genuinely trying but his face only turned paler and his hands got shaky.
"C-can't." So Lydia did the only thing she could think of in that moment. She kissed him. Stiles was obviously shocked by this. Lydia rested her hand on his chest, where his heart was and felt the pounding gradually slow. By now, Stiles' eyes had closed and he started to gently kiss Lydia back. Eventually, she pulled back. Stiles had returned to breathing normal, color flushing back into his cheeks.
"What was that for?" he asked, a little dazed.
"When I kissed you, you held your breath."
"I did?"
"Yeah, you did."
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Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed. Yes I'm sneaky and made their first kiss the panic attack kiss. There might be more real kisses in the future, there might not. Who knows you'll just have to keep reading to find out. Also Jacksons a little butt in this chapter, oops! (Hi). Thank you to all of you who comment and vote and just enjoy the story. Keep on keepin on! All the love ~ C