Me Too (completed)

Chapter eighteen

"Hey! Hi, you made it." Stiles smiled nervously at Lydia and She laughed, watching how he side glanced at Allison. They had strategically planned a way to announce that the two were official. Seeing as no one was really believing them in the first place; holding hands, hugging, walking the other to class, even kisses on cheeks were all casual things they had done as friends.

"So apparently you guys are dating." Allison sighs before settling into an amused expression. No way in hell did she believe it either.
"Yes." They said simultaneously. Lydia, as if this would somehow helped their case, straightened out his lacrosse jersey causing Stiles to smack away her hand.
"That's gold." Allison laughed.

"The fish are pestering me too." Stiles muttered, looking to the field where the freshman were snickering in a little huddle.
"Should we set them all straight?" Lydia suggests.
He shakes his head. "Nah, who cares what they think...." Licking his lips, he found himself staring at her own. "Okay maybe one little–"

She was already ahead of him though, tenderly pulling him closer before connecting them in a kiss. They smiled at Allison's gasp, Stiles' hand fleeing to the girls waist.
"BILINSKI!" Coach screeched causing the boy to jump and fall off of the bench before stumbling out onto the field. But he ran back to Lydia and muttered something about "one more" before kissing her deeply.

Coach tugged him away from the girl by his ear. "This isn't recess, Bilinski. Keep it in your pants."
"Y-yes coach." He manages to jog out to a mouth-gaping Scott. Stuttering out some form of "holy shit" at Stiles' red face, he continues to pester his best friend about the events that had just taken place.
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"Oh, this came for you in the mail today!" Lydia's mother excitedly stopped her daughter as soon as the front door had opened, shoving the envelope in her face. Envelope.

College.

She snatched it up shakily and immediately ripped it open.
"Lydia Martin, you have been accepted to–"
Her mother screamed and Lydia dropped the letter altogether before running out of the front door.
"Where are you going!" Natalie called after the girl but there was no response. She didn't need one, watching her daughter barge into the house next door.

"STILES!" She yelled, bounding up the stairs and into his bedroom. He nearly fell off of his stool as the girl rushed in, taking him by surprise.
"Are you okay?" He asks, automatically dropping his paint brushes and stood to make sure she was fine. Nodding, Lydia leaned forward and connected their lips softly. She couldn't contain herself, her happiness practically radiating off and onto him.

"I'm assuming this means you're fine." He chuckles.
"Where's your dad?"
"Late shift."
They both smiled, Stiles' more of a smirk. Lydia stepped forward causing him to nervously step back and bump into his canvas, a stripe of blue imprinting his arm.

And then he kissed her, a little gift to the lips and when they separated, they didn't fully part. His breath was still on her upper lip and she could almost count the exact number of freckles on his nose. She smiled. He tasted like the coffee he made her down at the cafe, some form of sugar dragging her in for more. This time, she kissed him. It was another small one but it made his fingers twitch. He wanted to hold her, tell her how he wanted to hold her forever but he wanted to give her a chance to back out. Shit she had forgotten about her acceptance letter already.

when her fingers wrapped around his neck he knew this was final. In a flash, they crashed together. Hard. This kiss was rougher, deeper, his hands finding her waist, thumbs pressing deeply into her skin because it was all he could do not to tear everything from her body right then. He gave her a soft moan when she tugged at his hair and stumbled closer to his chest in an attempt to get him to move to the bed.