Project Stilinski (completed)

10. Yes

The girl was blabbering about something. But Lydia was too busy replaying the party in her mind.
"Allison." She attempts to interrupt, adjusting her hands on the table top of their booth.
"And so I told Scott that he was being completely unreasonable and that if he would just–" she continued to ramble with a grin on her face as she spoke of her boyfriend.
"I kissed Stiles." Lydia mumbled and immediately the brunette stopped.

"When?" Allison asks with a surprised expression. It was then Lydia knew she shouldn't have spoken; her throat clenched, her cheeks heated and suddenly she didn't know why she had even brought it up. She fumbled for words, some sort of an explanation to prove it really hadn't meant anything.
"I mean it was at the party a-and we were both drunk–he more than me– and we were in his room and we, I mean he, kissed." She rushed quickly. God was she a mess. Allison noted how flustered she looked, how flushed her cheeks were, how she silently stirred the straw in her drink.

"Do you...." Allison eased "like him?"
"Yes." Lydia answered without hesitation. The brunette was surprised at how straightforward she had been. She smiled regardless, excited for her friend."What are you gonna do?"
Lydia paused. "I don't know."

"I don't know." Stiles shrugs uncertainly, scratching the back of his head.
"What do you mean you don't know? She clearly likes you." Scott confirms. But Stiles wasn't so easily convinced. When his best friend had confronted him in the hall about the grin on his face, he had suggested Stiles just go ahead and confess his love. The two boys sat down at their lunch table Isaac was already in the process of conjuring up some kind of joke.

"But you went to the beach and talked about the stars or some shit." Scott reminds him and instantly Isaac's joke was forgotten.
"Who?" The curly haired boy asks.
"Yeah but that was three days ago and we haven't really talked since." Stiles groans, messing with his food. Suddenly he wasn't very hungry.
"Who?" Isaac raises his voice slightly to grab their attention.
"Lydia." Both Stiles and Scott answer at the same time. Maybe Scott was right. Maybe he just needed to get it over with and tell Lydia he was in love with her. No. Liked her. Love was too strong of a word. But then there's the possibility of her declining him and even after that she probably wouldn't even want to be friends anymore.

All this thinking made Stiles' head hurt and his stomach empty, offering Isaac his lunch. His friend takes it without asking why as the boy sets his head on the table to rest.
"You okay?" Scott asks, concerned.
"Nauseous." Stiles mutters with a deep breath and closed eyes.
"Stiles." His eyes snap open, gazing up to see a little Liam staring down at him. "Lydia wants to talk to you." He informs, saying she was waiting for him in the English hall.

"Why didn't she tell me herself?" Stiles questions not really in an angry tone but more curious. Regardless he was already gathering his things. Liam shrugs; he was simply the messenger. Stiles bid his friends goodbye with a wink from Isaac and a good luck from Scott that made him scoff. As if he'd actually do anything. But damn if his stomach didn't turn and flip a million times on the way to the English hall and when he rounded the corner, bumping into her, he felt as though he may puke. Lydia made a noise of surprise upon their collision before releasing a chuckle and a smile that didn't really help his stomach situation.
"You look a little pale. You okay?" Was the first thing she had said and he forces a swallow and a smile for her.

"Peachy." He grins and she gives a laugh at his joke. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?" He asks. And just like that Lydia's grin slowly disappeared, falling into a thin line. He noticed this immediately.
"Yeah it's about the party." She mumbles causing him to step forward slightly in order to hear her.

"Stiles?" Lydia could hear the girl entering his room and she held her breath. Why has she hidden? Why hadn't she just stayed out there with him and claimed him? There was a crack in the closet door through which she could see and she kept a timid eye on the two. Suddenly the girl pushes him back onto the bed, her lips where Lydia's had been only moments before. The strawberry blonde wanted to burst into the room and shout at what's-her-face to get out, to get off of what was hers. But she was afraid. She was afraid of people seeing her with Stiles Stilinski.

"What about the party?" Stiles pushes, waiting patiently as Lydia replayed the memory in her head.

He had pushed the girl off of him. "Malia I don't want to I-I mean you're great but just not in that way." Stiles was still a little drunk but clearly he had his head on his shoulders. The bedroom door creaked and that's when Malia stood in a fury, revealing Liam before shouting at him profusely.

"Your room!" Lydia shouted accidentally before lowering her voice. "I-I saw your room at the party and I just think it would be nice to fix it up a bit." She clears her throat, hoping he wouldn't catch the lie.
"Popularize my room?" He questions with a half grin and Lydia gives a nod. He sighs. "Okay, seven sound nice?" Another nod. And Lydia was sure her stomach had shriveled in size by now.
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Authors note:

Mhm....MHM..mm. Yeah you know.
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-Chloe