The Little Ones

two: powerless

Lydia's POV:

Today was it. Date day I mean. 

I'm not the girl who goes on a lot of dates. I mean, I've been on a few more than the average teenage girl, but none have worked out. Considering I have a man guard who follows me everywhere, not many guys stayed for long. So I guess Stiles Stilinski was the cause for my many, many breakups. 

I don't regret it though. 

I would always choose having Stiles over having a boyfriend. Would a boyfriend be there to pick me back up when I fell? Would a boyfriend have a family that accepted me more than my own? Would a boyfriend stay forever? 

Stiles and I don't have that many friends, let alone friends of our genders, but I do have Allison and he has Scott. Conveniently enough, Scott and Allison fell hard for each other in 10th grade and have been together ever since. 

I shot Alli a quick text asking her when she was coming over. 

Allison was the dressy one, so she had promised to come over and help me get ready. I didn't usually depend on her to help me get ready for dates, but this one felt special. Something about Aiden made me feel that he was different. 

I mean, honestly, if I dressed myself, I would go for a comfy sweater and some jeans, possibly heels, but that would be pushing it. I grew up with a flannel covered boy as a best friend, so my fashion knowledge was limited to whatever I knew from my rare visits to the mall and all of my favorite TV show characters. So I guess I could have a good style, if I could afford it. 

Before my dad left, we were above middle class citizens. Once he left, we fell. Fell to the point where we couldn't pay for food or water. Some days my throat would dry up and my heart begged for me to ask for help. Ask for something. But when my mouth opened, it would dry up and feel as if someone had sewn it together, forbidding me from speaking. Speaking to save myself.

Had it not been for the Sheriff, I would've lived the rest of my life that way.

He helped us back up and that is why I am forever willing to do anything to help him. He saved us.

The doorbell rang, clearing me out of my deep thoughts. I ran to open it as I saw Allison with her gleaming smile. "Hey Lydia. time to get you all dressed up for this special someone of yours."

I walked up the stairs, with Alli following right behind me. The jagged stairs led to my small, but cute bedroom. I walked up and opened the disheveled closet.

"It's all yours to choose from."

Fourteen dresses, seven painful heels, and three makeup brushes later, I was ready.

Allison had chosen me an outfit that I had never thought to wear. It was a beautiful plum colored lace dress. No deep V-necks and not too much skin-just the way I liked it. Instead of going for a typical coat, she had paired it with this almost poncho like creation. I chose out some black heeled booties that I loved and the outfit was complete. I put some simple makeup on as she curled my strawberry blonde hair. 

I checked my phone to see the time. 6:57. Aiden would be here in three minutes, so Allison cleaned up our mess and gave me a hug. "Good luck Lydia." I frowned saying, "Why would I need luck?" Alli just smiled her gleaming smile and said, "Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." 

I smiled as she left giving me one more big hug. Just as I shut the door, I heard a a tap on my window. 

7:01 and a text from Aiden.

Hey Lydia, I'm running a little behind. I'll be there in ten minutes. 

I decided that I would enjoy spending my extra ten minutes with Stiles, so I opened my window and sat on the roof as ladylike as a girl in heels and a dress could sit on a roof. 

He was staring. He kept staring. 

"Stiles what are you staring at?" I said laughing. "Nothing. You look beautiful Lyds."

Lyds. It was the nickname that Stiles had given me. When we were younger, Stiles had decided that we weren't best friends unless we had given each other nicknames, so I was his Lyds and he was my Sti. 

"Thanks Sti. I have that date with Aiden today. He's supposed to be here in ten-ish minutes."

He stared back with a blank expression. What was with him and staring today? 

"So what do you wanna do for ten minutes?"

I smiled. "I want to be with you Sti."

His expression changed almost immediately. This dark look appeared on his face and he looked at me like never before. He looked at me like he had forgotten. Forgotten that he was talking to his Lyds. And what he said next had shocked both me and him.

"Well, I don't Lydia! You think that you can just keep coming in and out of my life and take it over, but whenever you find yourself a new man, you forget about me. And don't you dare expect me to sit here and wait for you and comfort you when your stupid new boyfriend leaves. I'm not going to get in the way of you and your relationships because I don't care!"

He paused and took one glance to the side as my eyes began to water.

"And I'm not going to be your little boy toy Stiles that you can just come and cry to. It's fricking senior year Lydia Martin and you've already dragged me down."

I broke.

He was the only person in the entire world who held all the power to break me, but I had never thought he would use it. 

"Maybe that's why your dad left you."

Silence. Tears. Shattering. 

"I for one cannot believe you said that Stiles Stilinski. And maybe I shouldn't have been stupid enough to think that maybe, just possibly, I would always have you in my life."

The look of anger washed off of his face as he slowly realized what had happened. My Sti came back as he said, "I'm so sorry Lyds."

And this time, I snapped. "Don't call me that. Only my best friend is allowed to call me that and frankly I don't know where he is right now."

Ding dong. 

Date time. 

I wiped away a few of my tears and ran back inside. His gaze never left the back of my head. I ran to the door only to find that it wasn't Aiden at the door. It was Allison.

"Okay so I was in the neighborhood because I ran into Aiden and his grandma is in the ER, so he asked me to let you know that he wanted to reschedule. And secondly, I heard the fight, so explain."

So I did. I told her about how quickly he had changed. And how he had snapped. I cried and cried and next thing you know, I was waking up on Saturday morning with Allison nearly falling off my bed. 

I took one glance around my room and tears began to fill up again. He was everywhere. I couldn't get rid of him. I couldn't do anything but cry. 

I was powerless. 

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I've just put together some ideas and I'm really excited to keep writing. Hope you enjoyed <3