Lydia & Allison Private Message
Allison: Where r u
Lydia: @ home y
Allison: I'm picking u up
Lydia: why
Allison: derek hale's party
Lydia: shit i forgot
Allison: yeah, ik u did
Lydia: there's been a lot on my mind, alright
Allison: like what
Lydia: nothing
Lydia: doesnt matter
Allison: you've never kept things from me before
Allison: why are you now?
Lydia: because i dont want to talk about it, okay!?
Allison: okay
Allison: I'm sorry for giving a shit
Lydia: ally wait
Allison: i'll be @ ur house @ 6:45
Allison: bye
Lydia put her phone down and laid back on her bed, sighing deeply. She screwed it up with Stiles and got Allison upset.
She closed her eyes a took a deep breath. Lydia rubbed her face and exhaled. She wondered if Stiles would be at the party. If he is, she thought, I could apologize and fix things with him.
She rolled over onto her stomach and looked at her clock on the wall. It was six fifteen. Lydia stood up and walked over to her closet. She pulled out her best casual dress and slipped it on.
Lydia walked over to her dresser and grabbed a hair tie. She put her hair into a tight bun on the top of her head. She reached over and put on a little bit of mascara and lipstick.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and sighed. There were dark circles starting to form under her eyes and her face looked unusually pale. The applied a little bit of foundation and blush on, which gave her more color.
Allison honked the horn and Lydia grabbed her phone. She walked out of her room, down the stairs, and out the front door.
Allison waited for her patiently in the car with the music turned up. Lydia opened the passenger side's door and got in.
"Hey," She said and Allison nodded her head. "I'm sorry for being a bitch." And that's all it took. Allison looked at her sideways and cracked a smile.
"At least you know you are one," Allison mumbled and Lydia smirked.
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When Lydia stepped foot into Derek Hale's loft she was instantly greeted by the strong smell of mixed perfume and alcohol. She could barely hear herself think with the DJ blaring his music as loud as he could. There were orange and green lights strobing all around the room. This party could honestly pass as a rave.
Allison grabbed her by the wrist and led her into the crowd. Lydia was never much for being in a room with more than five people, let alone a big ass crowd like this. She felt uncomfortable in her own skin.
Lydia and Allison walked past dancing, sweaty bodies until they reached Scott, who was suppose to be on the balcony (or at least that's what he told Allison).
Allison pulled open the balcony door and Lydia stepped outside. Allison followed, pulling the door shut behind her. She noticed Scott, who was talking to Isaac.
Allison walked over to them and wrapped her arms around Scott. Scott smiled and turned towards Allison. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.
"Hey Baby," He whispered in her ear, making her smile. He pressed his lips against hers and Lydia looked away. Her gaze met Isaac's and he shrugged. Lydia laughed when Isaac made a disgusted face towards the couple.
Isaac walked over to her and asked if she wanted to go back inside. She nodded and he opened the door for her.
"Do you know where Stiles is?" Lydia inquired, yelling over the loud music. Isaac nodded and pointed over at the couch. Lydia looked over, noticing a bunch of girls crowding over something. When she took a few steps closer, she realized they were all crowding over the one and only, Stiles Stilinski.
He was making out with one of them while the others just rubbed and groped him in disturbing ways. Lydia laughed out loud at this. He let go of the girls face and looked at Lydia.
"I actually came here to apologize!" Lydia yelled so he could hear her, "And then I walk into this." Lydia reached up and took her hair down. "I'm leaving, so if anyone asks, you know what to tell them."
Lydia walked back into the crowd, pushing her way past intoxicated people all the way to the door. When she reached the door, someone grabbed her wrist gently.
She turned around, expecting it to be Stiles, but it was Jackson. "Hey Lyds," He said with a soft smile, which showed off his white teeth.
"Hey Jackson," Lydia said, offering him a smile through the tears in her eyes.
Jackson noticed though, and cupped her face. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Lydia accepted his gesture when he pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around his body. "I screwed up," She mumbled into his shoulder. "And now I'm just paying for it." Jackson stroked her long hair and bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
Stiles pushed his way through the crowd to look for a certain strawberry blonde. When he found her, it wasn't the way he wished to find her. She was wrapped in her boyfriend's arms. His eyes narrowed and he walked away.
"You want me to take you home?" Jackson asked. Lydia nodded.
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Fanfiction"You know, when someone's apologizing, you're suppose to make them feel less guilty," She said, half teasingly, half bitterly. "You know, when someone's admitting that they love you, you're suppose to be nice about it," Stiles said with the same to...
