Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

12. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

Lydia

Lydia came home the next day in the afternoon. She climbed upstairs really slowly, trying to avoid her mother. And did succeeded. She threw herself on the bed.

The school year was ending in a week. Jackson's semester must have ended about a month ago.

She checked the time on her alarm clock. She had an hour to get ready for the date. Or, whatever it was.

Luckily she had her own bathroom so - again - she could avoid her mom. She stepped under hot water. It took her short to take a shower. She wraped herself in a towel. Hairdryer in one, toothbrush in the other hand, she was looking at her reflection. How much has she changed from the girl Jackson remembered? Not so much as some people would think. She just showed her true face.

When her hair was dry she brushed it. She decided to go for straight hair, so she took her hair straightener and used it. Lipgloss on her lips, beige eyeshadow and touch of mascara. A simple everyday look.

It was the clothes that troubeled her. She didn't want to look tempting, but, again, she always did. That was her style. If she didn't dress that way, Jackson would be suspicious. And again, if she did...

Enough, she said to herself, Lydia Martin, you are the queen of style. If you can't come up with something good, no one can.

She decided to go for a short fluttery red boho dress and light brown high high-heeled boots. She knited two tiny braids just by her face and a final touch - lots of confidence. With that one she couldn't look bad.

"Behave yourself, world, here comes Lydia Martin", she told to her reflection.

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She parked her car in front of the cafe they agreeded to meet in. She entered, and saw him already sitting at one of the tables. He waved at her.

He was prettier then she remembered. His green eyes were flashing under the poor light. His hair was a little longer, but mostly the same. He muscled even more, but still was thin.

She sat on the chair on the other side of the table.

"Hi, Jackson", she felt kinda akward.

"Hi, Lydia."

"You look good", she noticed casualy.

Corner of his lips lifted. "You too. More then that. Good to see you haven't change a bit."

She didn't blush only because she had a lot of practise acting an icy queen.

"So..." he said flirty, "How many boys have ended up heartbroken over you?"

Oh, well, one has died. "None, realy."

"Cccc..." he waved his head, "What happened to the Lydia I knew?"

She forced herself to act like she should. "Nothing I would know", she smiled.

"Mmmmhmm", he breathed. "And what about me? Did you leave me heartbroken?"

"I don't know", she gasped.

The waitress came. "What would you like to order?" she sounded like she hates her life.

Jackson made a flirty face. "Sorry, we were just leaving. Surly you wouldn't mind... we haven't yet ordered anything", he winked.

"Whatever", she said, but clearly softened a bit.

Jackson and Lydia got out of the cafe.

"Where are we going?" she wondered.

He made the same smile he did on waitress, just a little more sincer. "To my new car."

Most of girls on this planet would shiver on this, and so did Lydia. But somehow it wasn't excitment.

They got to a big, black Range Rover with dark glasses.

   "Jackson, this is absolutly gor-ge-ous!" she screamed, and for a second she felt like the old Lydia again.

"I know. Mom and Dad bought it as a present for my returning from London."

   "Oh, I got to get inside", she twittered.

"Please do", he growled. He hopped in after her.

"So", he touched her hand, "What were you doing while I was away? You seem distracted", his hand climbed up her arm to her shoulder.

She waved her hand, trying to stay calm. "I am so not!"

"Oh well", he shrugged "I wanted to ask you something. Are we... I mean..." for the first time on this meeting (or ever) he sounded unsure. "Is the thing between us... is it still working?"

She was fighting against herself. Right now there was a chance to become popular, shallow Lydia again. What she was before she discovered she was a banshee. But again, there was the pack. She cared about them. Really. But she was oftenly thinking about the old Lydia. And the truth was: she never broke up with Jackson. She could now, but watching his green eyes in darkness of the car she just couldn't.

"We're about to discover", she gasped. Within a few seconds they ended up tangled together, kissing passionately. She didn't feel anything but pure lust.

When I kissed Stiles, she remembered, I did feel something. But why was she thinking about Stiles now? She was with Jackson, and she was happy...

  Was she?

  Stop it! the shallow Lydia cried, You're ruining this for me!.

  She focused back to Jackson, his lips on her's. He let out a growl, and huged her tighter. She breathed, kissing his neck, and took her boots down.

  "Yes", he whispered on her ear.

  She started to unbutton his shirt and his chest remained bare.

  "Yessssss", he hissed.

  He prepaired to take her dress down, when she heard a familiar voice. "Lydia?"

  Through window they opened by accident, two hazel eyes were staring at them. And they belonged to Stiles.