Confessions~Stydia AU (ON HOLD)

5. Confused

THIRD P POV:

Lydia rose from her chair, strutting her boots over to Greenbergs table. This was a dare after all, Lydia wasn't fazed at all, but the thought of Jackson remained, haunting her. He was just being dramatic she thought to herself. When she arrived at the table, Greenbergs eyes trailed over to the pair. Allison nudged her bestfriend in the ribs signalling for her to hurry up and kiss Greenberg.

She walked over and sat in the empty seat by him. She glanced back over her shoulder to find Stiles covering his mouth to hold in his laughter. While Scott was stuffing his face with cheetos watching intensely. Lydia caught Stiles eyes as he laughed at the strawberry blonde and the brunette. She rolled her eyes and faced Greenberg

"Hi Greenberg"

"Uh, hi Lydia?"

Instead of carrying on the conversation, she smashed her lips into his, soon regretting it as she started to taste onions on her lips. She pulled away and rubbed her lips on her wrist, trying to get rid of the saltyness from her lips.

"Wow" Greenberg smiled.
"Bye" Lydia stuttered and ran back to the boys.

"DUDE! That wasn't funny at all! He taste like onions." Lydia ranted as she sat back down in her seat, flinging her bag onto the table and pulled out a lipstick.

"He doesn't taste like onions, but that was so funny dude!" Stiles smirked mocking her, taking a bite out of his apple.

Allison came running over covering her mouth with her pale hands.
"HE TASTE LIKE ONIONS!" Allison hissed trying to get the flavour out of her mouth.

"Told you". Lydia turned on her heels and chuckled walking out of the cafeteria, to her next class.

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~At home~

Lydia laid on top of her neatly made bed, sinking into the covers as she rest her head on her pillow, thinking about all the stuff that happened this day. Jackson being angry, kissing Greenberg, the 20 bucks she owes Stiles. Ughh. Lydia kept playing the conversation with Jackson in her mind, wondering what the hell he meant.

Lydia felt uncomfortable by her thoughts, she picked up her phone and messaged a familiar number.

Lydiaah💕: Hey

Lydiaah💕: Allison?

Lydiaah💕: Allibunny?😢

Lydiaah💕: ALLISOOON

Lydiaah💕: You better not be making out with McCall

Lydiaah💕: You are aren't you...

Allibunny🐰: ...no

Lydiaah💕: FINALLY! SHE'S ALIVE.

Allibunny🐰: Yeah I am. Wait are you okay?!?!

Lydiaah💕: Not really👎

Allibunny🐰: Is it that time of month?

Lydiaah💕: No, not that

Allibunny🐰: OMG you're pregnant?!?!

Lydiaah💕: No! No, hell no

Allibunny🐰: Is Stiles the dad?

Lydiaah💕: For the last time I AM NOT PREGNANT, why would Stiles be the dad anyways!?

Allibunny🐰: The chemistry between you two?

Lydiaah💕: Nvm, it's Jackson, he's being a douche😴