Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Shame

Lydia POV

Stiles and I were finally dating. I hadn't been happy like this since Victoria's Secret had a buy one get two free sale on bikinis a few years back. But there's a new girl at our school named Clementine. She's the head cheerleader and for some reason hates my guts. I hear her and her friends talking about me whenever I'm with Stiles. They point and laugh and whisper. I'm so sick of it, but I try not to let them get me down. I was dating my soulmate, and some rude girls won't ruin that.

I was putting my books away before lunch when Stiles came up to my locker.
"Hello beautiful. " he said happily and leaned in to kiss my cheek. He seemed very giddy.
"Hello. Why are you so smiley?"
He beamed.
"Because I got my lovely girlfriend a present for our one month anniversary. Turn around and hold up your hair."
I did as he said and held my hair up with my hands. I felt a cold chain around my neck. As I had my back to him, I noticed Clementine and her little posse pointing at us and giggling. They whisper things into each other's ears and laughed even harder. My cheeks heated up in embarrassment. Stiles didn't notice, he was too busy fumbling with the clasp.
"Okay I got it. Look in the mirror."
I turned to look in the small mirror hanging on my locker door. I saw a delicate gold chain around my neck. The pendant said "Stiles" in small script. It was simple and beautiful. I couldn't have loved it more.
"Aw Stiles I love it. Thank you" I turned to hug him. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his flannel covered arms around me.
"Anything for my girl. I love you Lyds."
"I love you more." I answered into his chest. He pulled away and kissed me on the lips before starting to tell me a story about his jeep. As he spoke, my eyes drifted back towards the girls. They were still looking at us and gossiping. I wish I knew what their problem was. They seemed to hate me but I had no clue why.

As I walked past the lockers at the end of the day, I noticed Clementine laughing at me again. I decided to confront her.
"Is there a problem Clementine?" I asked in a harsh tone.
She looked at my necklace and smirked.
"Looks like the cow was finally branded, huh girls?" She said. Her group erupted into laughter. You could tell it was forced.
"Excuse me?" I asked. I didn't understand what she meant.
"You're dating Stiles now, right?" She asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but yes." I tried to sound confident. I felt very vulnerable in front of her.
"I can't say I'm surprised. He just might be the only boy in school you haven't dated."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She was being vague with her insults.
"Haven't you heard? You're the slut of the school Lydia. Everyone knows it. You wear short skirts and date all the boys. I'm surprised you aren't on Teen Mom 2 by now."
Her words hit me like icicles. No one has ever called me that before. I tried to think of something to say, but my mind was blank.
"You aren't that dumb are you? Everyone knows that Stiles is only with you because of the way you dress. If you covered up more, you wouldn't get anyone's attention. You're just another slutty girl with a nice body. You'll never amount to anything. The only future you have is working on a pole." She continued.
My mouth opened to reply, but no words came out. I wanted to fight back, but I was speechless. I just walked away.

Once I got home, I ran straight into my room and locked the door. I slid down my door and broke into tears. I'm tough. But what she said really hurt me. Maybe because it's true. I do wear short skirts and I've had a lot of boyfriends, but does that make me a slut? Guys call me that behind my back, I'm sure, but they're the arrogant hotheads that couldn't get a goldfish to go out with them. Hearing a girl call you that was 10 times worse. I felt so worthless. Her words replayed in my head over and over until I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I searched my closet for my most unrevealing outfit. It was hard to find one, which just made her words sink in more. I found an old pair of jeans and a black sleeveless pleated shirt that went up to my neck. I threw a grey cardigan over that and put on some black ballet flats. I didn't do my makeup of curl my hair. I just put it in a ponytail and applied only a little bit of mascara. I prayed that I'd go unnoticed today. My mom looked at me funny when I left for school. I just hope no one else would care.

I got to school and kept my head down. I spotted Clementine by her locker. She seemed amused in my outfit choice. I wiped a stray tear and kept walking. Stiles noticed this and came up to me.
"Hey Lydia." He says with a cheerful smile. He went in to kiss me, but I turned my head last minute so he'd just kiss my cheek. He looked at me funny for a moment.
"What's up with your outfit? It doesn't look like you."
"Yeah, that's kinda the point." I answered quietly.
"What do you mean?" He asked. I could tell he was concerned by tone of his voice.
"Why are you with me Stiles? Is it because of how I dress? Because there's much more to a girl than just her body." I said. My voice was shaking and I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact. I never would've had these thoughts if it weren't for Clementine. Stiles looked stunned.
"That's not why I'm with you at all. You know I love you for millions of reasons."
I remained silent.
"What's gotten into you Lydia? You're usually the most confident person I know. " he asked.
"Well maybe I was a little too confident. I showed off too much. I was slutty before but I want to change that." I answered softly.
His expression went from worried to angry in seconds. He grabbed my shoulders and brought me into the janitors closet so we'd have privacy.
"Lydia Martin, you are in no way a slut. You are beautiful and confident and the best thing to happen to this town. Now you're going to tell me who put this idea in your head right now." Stiles said angrily. I looked up at him. My vision was blurry with tears, but I can still tell that his eyes were watering too.
"Clementine." I whispered.
He nodded and ran out.

I cried for a few minutes. I needed to get it all out. Once I felt okay, I dried my eyes and left the closet. I looked around for Stiles and soon spotted him talking to Clementine. Correction, yelling at Clementine.
"Who do you think you are? My girlfriend is crying because of you. She's completely changed herself just to please you and your stupid friend group. What makes you think it's okay to call people names like that? And for girls to call other girls sluts is just the lowest of the low. Lydia is not a slut. You are not a slut for wearing shirt skirts and tight shirts. That's called having a style. You are not a slut for dating boys, whether it's 1 boy or 100. That's called being a teenager and having fun. You took my girlfriend and knocked the confidence and life right out of her. You tried to make her feel ashamed of who she is. But in reality, you're the one who should be ashamed. Lydia  can change her clothes and dating habits, but you'll never be able to change your terrible personality. You're a mean girl Clementine. That's how you'll be remembered so I hope your happy. Don't talk to me or my pack ever again. Understand?" Stiles finished. Clementine nodded weakly. Her friends all had their heads down. She was too embarrassed to speak. I cracked a smile. Now she knew how it felt.
"Get lost." Stiles said firmly and walked away. The girls scrambled to get away, anywhere but near us.

I walked up to Stiles and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"Thank you for that." I said into his chest.
He put his protective arms around me.
"No problem. Those girls know better then to mess with you again. If anyone tried to bully you from now on, promise you'll tell me okay?" Stiles asked.
"Okay. " I answered. I was so lucky to have him.

Clementine and her friends never bothered me again. They didn't bother anyone for the matter. I decided to tell a teacher what she had said to me and they told the principle. The principal suspended the girls and kicked them off the cheerleading team. They were threatened to be expelled if they ever tried to bully someone again. I felt happier without them around. I thought other students would tease me for being a snitch and getting the girls suspended, but people were actually grateful. Turns out, Clementine harassed a lot of other people. I was glad that I spoke up and told a teacher. I should've done that when it first happened. Everything was better now. I was confident, back to my old clothes, and best of all, I had Stiles. I no longer felt ashamed of who I was.