Unspoken-Stydia.

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Standing there dumbfounded, her throat went dry. She lost the words to describe what the hell just happened. Her subconscious kept snapping fingers at her to try and help her out if her trance but she was too shook at what just happened. He was gone. He just went off.

Stiles walked out of the hallway leaving Lydia utterly dumbfounded.

Who was the one casually discussing lap dancing with her boyfriend and straight down dug her tongue in his throat in front of me?

Bitch, I'm triggered. Lydia's inner goddess sneaked a whisper.

His words echoed in her mind as she tried to process it. Was that why he was crying? Was that why he was drinking? Did Stiles run because he saw Scott and Lydia kissing? Obviously, you snake! Her subconscious yelled and she pushed her away. The thought of all those questions made her want to shrink right there.

Before she knew it, her feet had brought her out of the hallway. She was already trying to look for Stiles. She didn't wanna see anyone else. Just Stiles.

The first place she went to look was the room closest to the hallway which was outside on the balcony. It was where she thought she saw him run. Actually, she didn't see where he went. She was too triggered that it seemed like her vision blurred at that moment. But her inner self told her to go ahead and check for the balcony first since the main part of the loft was too crowded with teenagers and moving bodies. It would just make her much upset.

Lydia walked out on the balcony and the cold night breeze immediately greeted her. She was suddenly cold considering she was only wearing a T-shirt. She hissed at the feeling and hugged herself. Her eyes scanning around the area hoping to find a boy with hazelnut hair and whiskey eyes. Her face went down seeing no sign of him but there was someone else outside. Her face lit up in curiosity. It was a girl.

Only the girl's back was all Lydia could see for she was facing out in the open practically watching the view. Lydia could tell the girl was doing that because it looked like she had her arms leaning on the railing for her shoulders were slightly up. The girl was wearing a short denim jumper with a pale pink striped shirt underneath and a pair of white rubber shoes. She had beautiful flowing short dirty yellow hair and from there, Lydia knew who it was. Malia.

For Lydia, Malia looked so deep in thought aside from the fact that she was only facing her back but Lydia could tell she was. She didn't wanna disturb her so she started silently and slowly walking back inside. Honestly, she wasn't in the mood to talk to her right now.

" Lydia. " Malia spoke.

Lydia stopped on her tracks and closed her eyes in displeasure. She seriously didn't want to talk to Malia. She remembered the last time they were facing each other which was back in the cafeteria where she spat all the insult right in her face. She turned on the heel of her shoe and looked at Malia raising her eyebrows giving her a what-look.

Malia was already looking at her on her shoulder. " Can I talk to you? "

She went silent for a bit. " Er, yeah sure. " Lydia said and hesitated to go and stand next to Malia who was still in her position and leaning on the railings.

Obviously, they both could feel the awkward tension between them. The atmosphere was filled of the discomfort. None of them hadn't spoken a word for a whole minute but the silence felt like it was consuming them forever.