Project Stilinski (completed)

13. I'm Tired

She stumbled aimlessly around the halls. Eyes searching the halls for anyone, absolutely anyone, to talk to. She felt alone. Mostly because she was. But then priority took over. And now she was searching for a quiff of chestnut hair, spotted cheeks, a familiar face she loved so much. Suddenly she became desperate and she found herself calling out his name, silently at first. "Stiles." She spoke, frantically glancing around the halls. "Stiles?" She said a little louder, as a question. And then she saw him. And Lydia literally stopped in the middle of the hall to watch him close the door on his locker, skim a hand through his hair.

He took off down the hall with his head low and she noted how he looked tired.
"Stiles!" She was drawing attention now, elbowing fellow classmates with apologies as she was desperate to reach him. Because Lydia needed to let him know how bad she had messed up. He paused briefly, glanced around before brushing it off and continuing on his way.

Now the girl was relentless. Screw the heels, she kicked them off. Screw these slow students, she began to run. Screw anyone who was watching, she didn't care. She wanted him. "STILES!" She had yelled. At this, the boy got chills. He knew that voice anywhere. And despite all the pain she had caused him the past few days, he stopped and turned just in time for her to jump into his arms.

He hadn't hugged back and that hurt her more than anything. So she pulled back just enough to set her lips upon his. But he didn't even kiss back, pushing her away by setting his his hands on her hips.
"Lydia, what are you doing?" He questions. Wasn't she ashamed to be seen with him? It hurt her more than anything when he didn't use her usual nickname.

"I'm tired, Stiles." Her voice was unsteady, already prepared to break. "I'm so fucking tired of feeling like I'm crazy for loving you." She had her hands wrapped around his neck, her thumbs behind his ears and he hated the fact that he loved her there, like it was her place.
"I have to get to Chemistry." Was all he could say.
"Stay with me." Lydia was begging now. "I fucked up–"

"Majorly." Stiles interrupted. She felt like rolling her eyes but she couldn't find herself to do it. And he still wasn't holding her, not at all.
"And the plan was to never fall in love until college but dammit I saw you at that party and the plan had been ripped to shreds." She smiled, he didn't so she stopped and cleared her throat.

"But I'm yours if you want me, Stilinski. Dammit I've been yours since day one." She waited. She waited for what seemed like forever but gradually a smile grew across his face and she had never felt more relieved. His fingers pulled her closer by the hips and she chuckled a breath. Stiles leaned in for a kiss that she gladly gave back, her way of telling him she was so freaking happy.

"Getchu some, Stilinski!" A boy whistles passing by and Stiles was quick to pull away, an arm still wrapped around her waist with the other pointing an enraged finger at the kid.
"I'll bash your face, Greenburg. YOU DON'T SAY DISRESPECTFUL SHIT TO MY GIRL." He scolded, turning back to a pink face and lurching heart at his choice of word.

He rested his forehead against her own, looking down with a chuckle.
"Where are your shoes?"
"I love you." The beginning of her sentence intertwined with the end of his own. He didn't say it back, but rather accepted it.
"Me and only me?" He mumbled and this time she did roll her eyes.
"Always you." She confirms and he hums, enjoying this moment. Kissing the corner of her mouth, he pulls back from her completely with a sigh. But he still doesn't say it back.

"Well, let's find your shoes." He suggests, grabbing her hand while guiding her from where she'd come from. And she was worried he hadn't said it back but he was holding her hand and that was enough reassurance for her. Lydia chuckles at her own bare feet.
"Hey, I was in a hurry to get to you and heels aren't good for running." She argues, the school bell ringing overhead as the halls slowly empty out.

"Running to your future?" He asks and she smacks him on the arm before picking up one of her heels. They then retrieve the second one and she was almost as tall as him but not quite. So he agreed to walk her to class because he was late anyway and screw chemistry this and Mr.Harris is abusive that.
He stops outside of her classroom door. "Oh and not that it's a competition or anything, but I love you more." He kisses her forehead and walks off before she can argue.

she was yelling after him anyway.
"Actually I'm pretty sure I love you more!"
He turns around and walks backwards in order to yell back. "I'd like to see you prove it!"
"Maybe I will! Your house, after school?"
He grins. "My dad'll be home."
"Well the man does own handcuffs." She smirks and he laughs loudly, turning around.
"Later, Lyds." He was grinning and she couldn't bear to see him any other way.
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Authors note:

Okay, okay! THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE CHAPPIE NEXT SO STAY TUNED.
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-Chloe