This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 18

I watched as Stiles walks to them middle of the open space of the woods. His hands were in his pocket and he was staring up at the moon. The beautiful light from the moon engulfs him in a full five meter radius circle. His face is solemn. Small looking, almost as if he doesn't even care. But it's his eyes. It's his eyes that that are the most captivating. The beautiful carmel brown but glossed over with wetness.

He's...he can't be...but I think he is.

Either the freezing cold is affecting my brain or I'm actually seeing Stiles tear up. My feet start moving before my mind can even process where they are going and jump out of the car, pushing roughly pas Scott, and end up directly in front of Stiles. He looks down at me, his eyes full of anger.

"What do you want?", he demands from me. 

"I-I-", I stammer but am at a loss of words. What could I even possibly say to him?

Sorry that I'm hurting you because I can't have you since my sister loves you just won't show it.

Ya that would go so well. I simply do the only thing I can do. I reach up and catch the tear the has escaped his eye right before it streams down his all to perfect face.

"I'm sorry.", I tell him softly.

"Sorry about what? What is there to be sorry about? It's not like we were really anything.", he tells me. His voice is full of so much pain, and anguish. It kills me to even listen to this. But there's somthing else hidden behind his eyes. As if he is desperately trying to hold something he wants to keep inside him.

"Stiles I- why does it matter that if I won't be yours? We've only known each other for a day. Why are you acting like this!?", I demand for him.

I watch him internally battle with himself inside with his mind. He looks behind me, and I see turn to see that he's looking at my sister. Her face is rock hard and she looks like her eyes are throwing daggars at him.

"Lydia, I'm sorry, but I cant do this anymore,"

Do this? Do what?

"Stiles! Don't you dare tell her.", she seeths at him.

"Tell me what?", I ask, looking between the both of them.

"Lydia, I cant hold this in anymore dammit.", Stiles retorts.

"Stiles don't you dare. You know nothingabout her. You don't know a damn thing-", Lydia starts before being interuppted by Stiles.

"That's where you are wrong! We have met before.", he screams at her, thanlooks down at me with  soft eyes.

"Actually I've known you for years. We actually met 8 years ago.", He tells me calmly. "You were 8, I was 9. We met at a playground. You helped me after a bunch of bullies pushed me down and my knees were all scraped up. Do you not remember?", he asks me.

My mind tries to process everthing that he's said, but I can't. He says that we've met before, but the first time I've ever met him was in the woods that night. My head is beginning to hurt trying to find the slightest memory of the boy standing infront of me. I look up into those brown eyes, searching, searching. And thats when it hits me.

I gasp. I am literally frozen where I am. He's right. We have met before. I remember now. Long ago. That day we met on the playground.