a Stydia fanfic -'The way she looks at him' (REVERSED)

"Us?"

I was not looking forward to school today, I would have to avoid Stiles because truthfully I don't want to see or talk to him. Allison didn't ask me anything in the car on the way to school, even though I could see she desperately wanted too. "Allison I can tell you want me to tell you about last night, so I will." She smiled "I just wanna make sure you're okay".  I took a deep breath before I began my rant "Stiles had ignored me my whole life, he only payed attention to me these past days because of you and Scott. You think he would of spoke to me otherwise? No he wouldn't, I would be stuck in the same place I've been for the past years. He flirted with me and made me feel special, and then he asked me why I never spoke to him. When I explained he ignores me he didn't apologise, when he saw I was about to cry he tried to hug me. But that was only because I was about to burst in to tears. I've set myself up for another fall, again!" By this point tears were rolling down my face, along with my makeup. Allison smiled sympathetically, and that was the last of it.

Avoiding Stiles worked for about three days until I was standing outside my locker on Friday when Stiles approached me. I immediately slammed my locker door and went to walk away but Stiles pulled me back. "Lyds I know you're upset with me, but at least tell me why!" I finally turned to face him, with a angered look "You ignore me all this time, then you make me out to be something special to you like I actually matter, but it won't last. Someone better will come along soon, so just save me the heartache." He frowned, "That's really how you feel?" "It's what I just said isn't it?" He giggled. Why was he laughing? This wasn't funny in the slightest. "So you're telling me if I was to kiss you right now, it won't prove what you mean to me?" I gulped "You kiss a lot of girls Stiles." He edged closely towards me, his hands cupped my face and he kisses me, soft and passionately. After a while we detach from each other, he bites his lip "Not like I just kissed you Lydia Martin, not at all."

After school finished I told Allison about our kiss, she was extremely excited "See Lydia, I told you he liked you!" She dropped me home and I was thrilled to climb in to bed after a long week at school, it was Friday and the only plans I had was to watch Netflix. I was half way through a episode of Pretty Little Liars when there's a knock on the door. It wasn't Mom as she was working on a late, it was probably Allison wanting to borrow something as usual. I trudged out of bed and down the stairs to answer the door, standing there was Stiles. "Hey, do you mind if I come in?" It couldn't of been worse timing, I had practically no makeup on, my hair was pulled in to a messy bun and I was wearing my pj shorts and t-shirt. "Um yeah, come up. Sorry about the way I look I wasn't expecting anyone anytime soon", I blushed. "It's fine, you look nice whatever you wear." I got back in to bed and he perched on the end of it, I watched as he gazed around my room, admiring every fine detail from the crease in the wallpaper to the family photos scattered on my dressing table. "Sooo, what brings you here?" "Um I just wanted to talk really Lyds, you know, about us." I sat up in my bed, "Us?" I questioned. I never thought of an us, I never thought I'd get it this far. He edged closer to me, "Look Lydia, you may not think it but I actually do really like you and I wish you'd just give me a chance because it's diff..." Before he could continue his sentence I smashed my lips against his, we began kissing for ages and ages. Our lips moved in sync as in we was in time with a song and it was like all those feelings they describe in books and in movies. When we finally broke away he smiled, that loveable grin that melts my heart everytime. And for once everything in my life was perfect, but of course it wouldn't stay that way, it never does for Lydia Martin.