It's Complicated - stydia

20

Three knocks echoed through the room, which were almost suffocating.
I scrambled to find to words to say. "C-Come in." I said, but almost immediately ducking underneath my desk as I heard the door open.

I heard his footsteps, and it's crazy to say that they sounded like him.

"Um, Miss Martin?"

It was him. He was here. This was happening. His voice sounded like warmth. I heard his feet coming over to the right side of my desk, and then come to a stop. He exhaled loudly and laughed a bit.

"Lydia?" I gulped and looked up at him. He had gotten muscular. His shoulders more broad, and his biceps prominent through his black, long sleeve shirt. His hair had gotten longer and messier. He had grown a bit of facial hair, but it looked more like he hadn't shaven in a few days. I then looked back down to the floor, knowing if I stared any longer, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I would probably break down and cry.

"There it is!" I said, pretending to pick up something.

"What is it?" He asked and I struggled to breathe as I crawled out from under my desk.

"It's, um, the back of my earring!" I exclaimed, pretending to put the back of my earring on.

"You're not, wearing earrings Lydia." He said. I internally scorned myself.

"Well not anymore." I said, pretending to shove the back of the earring into my purse. He walked back around to the front of my desk, and took a seat in one of the black chairs.

He eyeballed my office, and I grabbed my glasses off my desk, and shoved them up the bridge of my nose.

"Glasses?" He asked, and I stared up to him. He gazed at me.

"You cut your hair?" I looked down to my hair that was only an inch shorter than the last time I had saw him, three years ago.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. Genuinely wanting to know what he wanted from me.

"Well Lydia, I want you to publish my book." I laughed, and laid the pages together.

"I don't publish, I authorize."

"Pish posh." He said tossing his hair in his hands. I folded my hands in my lap, and gulped.

"What are you actually doing here Stiles?" I asked, needing to know his answer.

He stayed silent, and leaned forward a big, so his elbows rested on his knees.

"I came to see you." He smiled at me. That million dollar smile.

I brought my hands up to my face and rested it in them.

"Oh." I heard him say quietly, and him shift in the chair.

"What?" I brought my hands away from my face, and onto my desk.

"That's a nice rock." I looked down to my left hand and folded my lips in.

"This isn't fair." I said to myself, but I knew he heard it too.

"What's not fair Lydia? The fact that after we had sex, such amazing, passionate sex you left again? Or the fact that you didn't answer any of my calls and shipped yourself to New York? And then after all these fucking years you never picked up my calls, you never texted me back? What isn't fair for you Lydia?" He started getting angry, and stood up to pace around my office.

"Stiles I was so young. I didn't know what I wanted for myself." I started rearranging my desk.

"For gods sake Lydia it was three years ago, not a fucking decade. You look the exact same, except," He frowned, and looked at me.