The Truth

Prologue

The gym never filled itself up with more hormonal teenagers in one night like the dance did. There are teenagers left right and centre. Almost the majority of the seats are being occupied with boys too lazy to dance and girls with aching feet, and the dancefloor with tipsy lacrosse players and sober cheerleaders acting drunk. The rest, partied as hard as they can with the coach as their chaperone. 'Just a little bit' By Kids Of 88 echoed across the room as the adolescents absorbed the vibe and got high on music. I'll admit, the dance is going better than I expected. Stiles sat across from me as I sat down, not being in the mood to dance after Jackson's scene outside. I rest my head on the heel of my palm as I watch Stiles leans his head back. This poor child could be having the time of his life at this party and he chooses to spend it with me. Within seconds, Jackson walks in our general direction with Allison holding his elbow tight, giving me the smirk of his life. Deadly, strong and intimidating. My heart pounded hard against my chest and my breath stopped in its tracks. Stiles seemed to get the point as his body stiffens up and turns to face me. He licked his lips in concern and looked right at me.

"Wanna dance?" he asked as his body moves to sit perfectly on the chair. I faced towards my clutch, avoiding eye contact. I can tell he asked out of sympathy. I don't need sympathy. I looked at him, eyebrows close and a frown plastered on my face. I look him up and down. Is this guy forreal? I look back to his eyes and reply;

"Pass" and looked to the other direction. I don't move my eyes from the band until Stiles talks once more.

"You know what, let me try that again." He stands up as I look towards him. With confusion on my face and dedication on his, he continues, "Lydia, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now" I look at him in disbelief as my hand lingers under my chin.

"Interesting tactic. But I'll stick with no" I reply as I rest my chin on my palm once more.

"Lydia, get up." He demands. "Okay, you're going to dance with me" Stiles continues, frustrated. I slam back on my chair with my hand hitting the table. I let out an angry sigh as he continues to talk. "I don't care that you made out with my best friend, for some weird, power thing. I don't. Lydia, we've been best friends since the third grade. And I know, somewhere in that cold, lifeless exterior, there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh – huh. And once you're done pretending to be a nipwit, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematic theorem that wins you the Nobel prize. " I'm shocked. Throughout my years of knowing Stiles he gets it to me real right here, right now. The exact moment I needed it the most. I turn my head to the table, close my eyes and smile. This boy.

"Fields Medal." I corrected him. I pressed my lips together and turned my head slightly towards him. He looks at me in confusion and disbelief.

"What?" he asks after a moment of silence. I got off from my chair and walked towards him, leaning my body in close.

"Nobel isn't a prize for mathematics." I continued, "The fields medal is the one I'll be winning" I look him up and down and smile as he continues to stare at me in shock. Without saying anything more, I grabbed a hold of his hand and walked towards the dancefloor. I felt Stiles smile and gestured a rewarding gesture to himself. I smiled and continued walking.

           

We continued dancing on the open space in front of the two foot stage. Couple of songs went by. Dance songs, random iconic songs and slow songs. He looks down at me and smiled. "Lydia Martin," he starts.

"Stiles Stilinski" I reply smiling softly, swaying my hips in tune with the beat. He smiles and takes a step closer.

"Do I have the honour to ask you for this dance?" he asks, holding his hand out in front of him. I pull a face in shock and place a hand on my heart dramatically. He laughs and looks at the stage, his hand still out for me to take a hold of him. I admired him. I've known this boy for the majority of my life. He means more to me than life itself. He's my best friend. My light in the dark. I would lose my mind if anything was to ever happen to him. To us. His head turned to face me, licking his dry lips, his eyes stare into mine and raises and eyebrow. "Is that a no?" he asks sarcastically. I roll my eyes playfully and place my hands onto his. Soft and smooth. Like him. I smiled to myself as he pulled me in close. He tangled his arm around my waist as my arms found their way around his neck. I pressed my body close to his, getting lost in his scent. A scent I'd never forget. A mixture of freshly cut grass after a storm, mixed in his signature Bekem cologne. He was heaven in a vessel. "I love you, giraffe" he says after a while of moving hips. I giggle into his shoulder and wrapped around him tighter.

"Not as much as I love you, midget" I reply back. I felt his laugh on my bare shoulder as he smiles and sways us to the beat. "Do you think it's weird to say that now considering you're now much taller than me" I ask, resting my cheek on his shoulder.

"No, it reminds me of our childhood together." He answers, pulling us apart to stare into my eyes. "I wouldn't change that for the world" he says smiling. We stare at each other for what seemed like hours when we got interrupted by a voice.

"I knew you were always a slut, Lydia Fucking Martin" Jackson spits between his teeth, laughing with Matt and his lacrosse team by his side. My mood automatically dropped when I saw the smug look plastered on his face. Stiles grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him.

"Fuck off, Jackson" Stiles warned as he steps closer to him. Jackson laughed and looked to his team, then back to Stiles. He moved closer, and scoffed.

"And what are you going to do, buzz cut?" He chuckled. Before Stiles replied, Jackson turned him to face me. We stared at each other in confusion. I shrugged my shoulders as Stiles gave me a look of annoyance. Within seconds, Jackson pushed him onto me, causing us to fall to the ground. "Stiles!! Why the fuck are you pushing Lydia to the ground like that?" he yelled. The whole gym fell their eyes onto us. Stiles lifted himself and stared into my eyes. Guilt and surprise flooded his eyes. Matt pulled him off me and shoved Stiles onto Jackson. Jackson whispered into Stiles ear, causing him to grow a bright red colour, the anger building him up. Stiles opened his mouth to speak when Jackson punched his gut. "Don't fucking touch my girlfriend" Jackson yelled as Stiles fell to the floor. I looked up at Jackson then back to Stiles. Annoyed with them both, I picked myself off the floor and walked towards the door.

"Ly – Lydia !" Stiles yelled. I heard a pounding noise followed by his grunt of pain. I refuse to look back at them. I continued walking out the door. I wasn't sure where I'm heading but I knew I had to leave the air. I followed the breeze and walked slowly away from the hall.

I walked for what seemed days, not noticing the world around me. Just the wind and me. The moon light lightly kissed my skin as I continued walking in the dark. I continued walking, looking up at the clear sky, wondering how things got so out of hand so quickly. When I noticed the sudden change in surface, I looked around me and realised I'd found myself at the Lacrosse field. "Great, Lydia" I thought to myself. "You really know how to not pay attention to yourself". Suddenly, I heard a rustling noise from the trees across the field. I turned my head and examined the area. "Hello!?" I ask with a shaky voice. No one answered. "Anyone there?" I ask again.

"Lydia!!!" a voice cried out. I turned my head in the opposite direction and noticed Stiles running towards me, fast and hard. "Lydia watch out!" he yelled out again. I open my mouth to ask when I felt a sudden pain in my side. I open my mouth out to scream, but nothing came out. I couldn't move. I felt the pain pierce through me, cutting off my ability to speak or move. I felt my body fall towards the floor, my warm blood turning my dress into a dark, black red. My mouth hung open as my body dropped on the floor, banging my head hard on the solid grass. "Lydia! Lydia, oh my god, Lydia. Stay with me" I heard Stiles beg. His voice began to faint. My head started throbbing I couldn't keep my eyes open much longer. "Lyds, Lydia, sweetheart, it's okay. I'm here. Who the fuck are you!? Why the fuck did you fucking stab her!!?" I couldn't. My head throbbed harder. I needed to close my eyes. Take the pain away. Stiles continued talking, he moved away from my field of vision, and everything was beginning to turn black. I love you, Stiles.