Me Too (completed)

Chapter sixteen

"I think I did something wrong....but I don't know I wish she'd just tell me"

He was pathetic to look at and Scott had sighed numerous times at his appearance. Red eyes from a sleepless night that probably included a joint or two. He had stared at her shadow on the curtains of her bedroom window for almost an hour until her lights had gone out and he finally managed to lay in bed. Didn't mean he had fallen asleep though.

"You did something wrong...you Besides the ignoring her?" Scott said.
"Yes, I know that was wrong and I didn't completely ignore her we were still talking." Stiles defended himself but Scott raised a brow as if to question his proof. But then she strolled into the cafeteria and it's like he could sense she was there before he even looked. Was the room moving in slow motion? Stiles looked to Scott as if to ask if he felt it too to which the boy winked, basically telling his friend he was whipped.

"Room for one more?" Lydia asked with a lazy smile and Stiles didn't hesitate to slide over a seat. It didn't really matter because she sat right next to him anyways. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder before mumbling, "just failed my chemistry quiz." Stiles apologized quietly, knowing that the reason she failed was probably because she was thinking of their current predicament. Failing was a once-a-year kind of thing for her, if that.

He grabbed her left hand and turned it over, Lydia smiling when he began to trace the tattoo on her wrist. Scott had to bite his cheek to maintain the insanity currently ensuing in his mind.
"I still like it." Stiles says quietly, as if speaking too loudly might disturb her in some way.
"Me too..."
"Sleepy?" He questions to which all she could manage was a nod. The bell rang causing her to jump, a small chuckle coming from the boy at this.
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Malia was the last person she had wanted to run into that day. seeing as she was already pretty distracted by Stiles and their current confusing status, bumping into the girl only made it worse. Lydia tucked a curl behind her ear and tried to swerve around her with a polite smile but Malia intended to have a conversation, stepping in front of the strawberry blonde to block her path.

It was one of those "oh shit" moments.
"Stiles told me." She sighed.
Lydia's eyes widened and she messed with a loose piece of paper threatening to fall from her binder. "About what?"
Surprisingly, Malia smiled. It wasn't a grin but it was a smile and although shy it told Lydia that the girl meant no harm.
"The kiss," she looked to the ceiling. "Well....the kisses... He's not a very good liar."
"Never has been, is that all?" It wasn't said in a rude way but it was rushed and still wary because who knows what the brunette in front of her was capable of.

"We broke up," A flash of light turned Lydia's eyes into emeralds. "And no need to punch me because he's the one who did it." Her stomach churned. "I just wanted you to know..he adores you more than he ever has me." Lydia was too distracted by the new information to process the fact that Malia had hugged her, or that she had walked off to go to class, or even that the tardy bell had rung.

But instead of going to class, she mindlessly turned on her heel and walked towards the exit that lead to the school parking lot. She felt like she was drowning in nothing, choking on air, her lungs on fire as she finally made it to the safety of her car. What would she do if he– she dropped her head to her steering wheel, taking in a deep breath before starting the ignition.
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It was exactly what she needed to calm down. Sighing, she sat on her bed and took a break, staring up at the chaotic mess that now was her ceiling. Strings criss crossed this way and that way pinned so it almost resembled the canopy of a rainforest in her room. She'd taken clothes pins and hung up some of Stiles' drawings, a few of her own and a lot of magazine cut outs. Hell, she didn't even know what it was but it made her happy and that was a good enough reason to keep doing it.

There was a knock at her door before it opened slowly, Lydia's mother entering with a glass of something pink.
"This looks....amazing." The woman gasped, reaching up and turning the pictures this way and that so they were visible. "I made a smoothie. Didn't know what you were up to but I figured you might like one."
Lydia smiled and thanked her for the drink, loving how she hadn't questioned why she was home early or the fact that she clearly wasn't sick.

Ms. Martin admired it one last time before making her exit and leaving the girl to it. Sighing, Lydia stood and gather some magazine clippings from off of her bed and returned to her ladder. But then the phone rang.
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Authors note:

FILLER FILLER FILLER FILLER IM PATHETIC. OKAY GOODBYE.
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-Chloe