Comforting Touches||drabble
It was Friday night and Lydia found herself at Derek Hale’s loft once again. Never in a million years did she ever think she would be at Derek’s place voluntarily. Lydia still felt uneasy knowing that Peter was looming around somewhere. He stayed out of the way whenever she was around. Occasionally he would join in on the conversation, but he would never make direct eye contact with her. The girl began to wonder if Scott and Stiles had anything to do with it. Lydia sometimes thought about not showing up to meetings if it meant she could avoid him.
Yet she stayed, listening to whatever was on Stiles’ mind. Tonight, though, was different. It proved to be a difficult task to do, for some reason. Every so often she’d look up from the table and see Isaac and Allison, oblivious to the world. The pair was in the obnoxious new couple stage of their relationship. It gave her a headache. Allison’s arms wrapped around his waist. Isaac’s face buried in her neck. The red head glanced around the room, feeling sick and wondering if anyone else was annoyed with them.
Stiles was too busy trying to go over what they were doing. She presumed that either Derek didn’t care or he was just ignoring them for the sake of his sanity. A pleasant smile on her face as she hoped for the latter.
Lydia’s smile fell when she reached Scott, though. As much as he was trying to ignore them and seem fine, Lydia knew he wasn’t. Every once in a while, he’d tense up. She figured he just heard whatever Isaac was whispering in Allison’s ear at that moment.
"So, I was thinking we could check the woods, you know." Stiles suggested as he pointed at a map of the town that was laid out on the table. Derek nodded in response, as he jotted down a few words on the map.
"Hey, Allison, do you think we could borrow those four wheelers your dad has?" Stiles asked, as he shuffled through a few documents that were also on the table..
His question was met with quiet giggles. Stiles raised an eyebrow, fingering through the papers. He remained quiet, though.
"Allison?" he asked again, looking up once he found the paper he was looking for. He groaned, noticing that she and Isaac probably had ignored what he had said for the past twenty minutes.
"Jesus Christ." Stiles muttered, a groan following afterwards. "Could you two keep your hands off each other for two goddamn seconds and focus!" he yelled, slamming his hands on the table. Isaac and Allison quickly pulled themselves away from each other, their faces painted red with guilt.
"Allison." he stated firmly, not even trying to hide his irritated tone anymore.
She glanced around the room, trying to avoid his stare. Her gaze caught Isaac’s, who shrugged in return. She sighed and finally made direct eye contact with Stiles.
"What was the question again?" she asked, her cheeks red as she ran a hand through her hair. Stiles groaned and shook his head in response before asking her again.
Lydia couldn’t really explain why she disliked Allison and Isaac’s relationship. Every time she saw them together, she just wanted to scream. The girl always found herself looking the other way whenever she found herself in a room with them. She held her tongue, though, knowing she didn’t have much room to criticize the relationship.
Lydia looked over at Scott again. He still looked dejected as ever. She frowned and let out another deep sigh Lydia took his left hand with her right and quickly interlaced their fingers together. Lydia gave it a small squeeze and rested her head on his shoulder. Scott’s body seemed to relax. She looked up at him, and he gave her a smile. The boy gave her hand a gentle squeeze back and Lydia couldn’t stop the grin that was forming on her face.
She looked up from the map and saw Isaac staring in their direction. Her eyes remained on his until Isaac averted his gaze elsewhere. His eyes gave an expression that she couldn’t really explain. It looked like betrayal, hurt, and sadness all mixed into one.
But why? Lydia thought to herself as she let out a deep breath and shook her head. The girl decided to just ignore his expression or else it would bother her for the rest of the night.
Thirty minutes later, Stiles was done planning. Tomorrow’s mission, for a lack of a better term, was ready. Everyone was leaving to go home.
Allison and Isaac were the first to leave. Isaac, however, didn’t leave without taking one more glance at Lydia and Scott. Her head was off his shoulder, but their hands were still linked together. He shook his head and sighed, before walking out the door with Allison in tow.
Stiles continued to look over the map, making sure that every detail was perfect. Derek would give suggestions and Stiles would usually reject them.
Lydia looked up at Scott who had remained quiet the entire debriefing. She sighed and bit her lip. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried.
"You okay?" Lydia asked, in a hushed tone, breaking the silence around them. Scott stared at her for a second. He blinked and opened his mouth to speak. Words failed to come out and he shook his head. She frowned and let his hand go. Lydia then wrapped her arms around his waist. She didn’t know how he was feeling. All she knew is that she didn’t want him to be upset. Scott let a small smile appear on his face as he returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"It just hurts, you know?" he explained, letting a deep breath out.
Lydia nodded in return.
It hurt her, too.
