loving lydia | stydia

Twenty Four.

"Hello, mate." Klaus smiled, patting him on the back. Klaus eyed Scott, demeanour changing as if he had to prove a point.

"This is my best friend, Scott McCall. He's a true alpha." Stiles said, a bit too proud as he showed off his best friend, it was one of his favourite things to do.

"Ahh, an alpha. I like to think of myself as an alpha male. I kind of am considering i rule my Hybrids." Klaus said, now showing off his pack.

"Glad to be of service." Scott nodded.

"Okay, what's up now Klaus." Stiles said rubbing his hands together.

"I need to ask a small favour of you and your little alpha boyfriend."

"The names Scott, man." Scott said, chuckling to himself a bit.

"Sorry mate, I was the most baddest vamp of them all you see. Then I met the love of my life and she changed me for the better, still working on it." Klaus said. The mention of Caroline helping Klaus made Stiles smile.

"It's okay, but can we make this quick? Our girlfriends would rip our balls off if we missed the crowning of the King and Queen." Scott said, shuddering at the possibilities.

"You don't have to describe a high maintenance girlfriend to me buddy, I understand." Klaus laughed but then cleared his throat. "I need you to help me to find a book back in Mystic Falls."

"How's that?" Stiles asked, arching an eyebrow.

"One of my witches, Bonnie needs a magic book thing that has loads of spells in. I'm not going too much into detail neither of us have all night. Rumour has it that you had it around two years ago and gave it to an old pal called Tyler Lockwood. Who happens to be Carolines ex and someone whom I cannot stand." Klaus explained.

"Oh, that's right." Stiles nodded.

"Yeah, old? Dusty? Falling apart? We tolled him to hide it, he said he's gonna put it somewhere in the Salvatore mansion." Scott said, nodding to himself as the memory's surface.

"Cheers, guys. That would be all. Stiles, we will keep in touch." Klaus said, and whipped away so quickly the breeze almost knocked the two boys off of their feet.

They hurried back to the jeep and hopped inside. Stiles roared the engine, but it didn't seem to start.

"Fuck, Stiles we will be in so much trouble." Scott rushed, head in his hands.

"Stop pressuring me, dude!" Stiles panicked. With one quick motion, the jeep lit up.

"Oh, my balls were about to go up inside my stomach." Stiles sighed, which made Scott erupt in fits of laughter.

They both were fucking whipped.

They arrived back at prom, walking in the hall seeing the girls dancing on the dance floor. Jackson and his group of friends were standing round, watching them sway their hips to the fast beat.

Jackson; of course had his eyes on Lydia. The way they raked her body made Stiles blood boil. Stiles ran his tongue over his bottom lip glaring watching as for what he would dare to do next.

The clear bottle of vodka clearly poked out of his pocket, his eyes were slouched a bit and his attire looked sloppy.

That's when he snapped back into reality and saw Jackson try to dance with Lydia.

Stiles cut off, rushing towards them.

"Dude, what the fuck do you think you're playing at." Stiles said, pushing him back and pointing a stern finger towards his chest.

The music cut off as the room became silent, all the teachers probably getting hopped up in the teachers lounge as not one staff member was in sight. Scott stood behind Stiles, glaring at Jackson daring him to try something he will end up regretting. A crowd formed a circle around the two, making the scene far more dramatic.

"Just trying to dance with this hottie." Jackson said, trying to poke Lydia's arm but Stiles batted it away before he could even get 10 centre-meters away from her skin.

"Stiles, leave it." Lydia said, interlocking her hand with his while standing behind him. Her eyes looked at Jackson over Stiles shoulder. She had many bad experiences with an angry and drunk Jackson, and she was not ready to experience them again tonight. 

"Don't touch her, why are you trying to touch her?" Stiles asked, squaring up to him. He used to be smaller and skinner than Jackson. You can tell puberty hit him like a train.

"What are you gonna do, huh? You couldn't do anything when you were Mr. Unpopular with Scott as your only friend and watching me with Lydia every. single. day." Jackson challenged. Stiles ran his tongue over his bottom lip again, quirking his head; this is a sign when Stiles gets angry and Scott and Lydia know that sign all too well. "You couldn't do anything when she'd be sleeping with me, when she'd be screaming my name when she didn't even know yours-"

And with that statement, Stiles fist collided with Jacksons nose. Blood oozed from the wound as Jackson wiped it with the back of his hand.

"Wanna go, Stilinski?" Jackson asked.

"I'd rather stay and kick your ass." Stiles witted back.  Jackson pounced on Stiles, he got him on the floor as he threw a couple of punches to his nose. He didn't bleed though.

Stiles kneed him in his private area, and spun around so he was on top. Stiles punched like his life depended on it. Huffs and groans came from both of them as they were entirely out of breath but Stiles was not giving up.

Stiles only stopped because Jackson was about to pass out. His eyes dropped as he stopped trying to hide behind his arms. Stiles also stopped because Scott was about to jump in, and that will not go smooth.

Stiles stood up, and walked into the bathroom. Little taps of heels followed behind him, as he immediately knew it was Lydia.

He sat on the counter, taping his hand on his leg as his foot bounced up and down as she tried to remain calm and steady.

"Stiles?" Lydia said, her voice was soft and calming. Stiles' heart rate decreased as her delicate yet distinctive raspy voice sent shivers down his spine and his hairs to arise at the back of his neck.

"Hey." He said back, smiling at her beauty. "I'm sorry I ruined your night." He took in her and her dress one more time, absolutely loving the fact that their child is being grown inside her as they speak.

"You're an ass hole, but you didn't ruin it. You just ruined it for yourself." Lydia laughed, walking towards him as she stood between his legs. "Maybe Jackson, too." He held her face and glanced in her eyes.

"I know." He chuckled, pecking her lips.

"You've only got a little cut on your face, hardly noticeable." Lydia said, turning his head from side to side, examining him like a child.

She's already mother material.

"Did everybody see?"

"Yeah." Lydia responded. "You'll probably get suspended for a couple of days."

"Well then." Stiles started, jumping of the side and taking both of her hands in his. "Lets get those crowns."