Lydia and Stiles had been best friends since they were five, so they couldn't be right for each other, could they?
In which one eventful night leads them down different paths
[TEEN WOLF CROSSOVER]
[BASED ON LOVE, ROSIE]
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I COULDN'T STAY STILL. The suspense and need to know the results of the pregnancy test were too much. All I could do was impatiently pace the tiny bathroom in hope that it would speed up the process. In the space of a minute I had already washed my hands three times just so that I could do something other than nervously gnaw at my fingernails until I hit bone. Eventually, I managed to calm down as much as possible and sit on the toilet seat, pregnancy test in hand, waiting.
As if by a miracle, the longest three minutes of my life were up and I was left staring at the wall, too afraid to look down.
One line, one line, one line, I pleaded in my head.
I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing until I felt as at peace as I could and looked to the test in my hand. Two lines. Fuck.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I groan, feeling the urge to flush the test down the toilet as if none of this had happened. No Jackson, no prom, no test. Just Stiles and I in Boston.
Boston. What am I supposed to do about Boston?
No, no more negative thoughts, no more negative anything. I'll have the baby, give it up for adoption and join Stiles in Boston, albeit a little later. There, everything's sorted, everything can go according to plan.
Composing myself, I exit the toilet and lean against the doorframe, showing the girl—who's name I have yet to find out—the test.
"Bollocks."
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ONCE I GET HOME, I immediately run to my room, ignoring any calls from my parents and sit in front of my laptop and click on Stiles' contact. He should be the first to know about this
LYDIA says: Stiles, are you there? Can we meet?
For a few moments, I sit in front of the screen, waiting. As soon as I see that he's answered I straighten in my seat.
STILES says: I'd love to, but Malia's parents are taking us out to dinner at the Hazel. How posh is that :-)?
I stare at the screen, my mind filling with hateful thoughts, threatening to spill out. Why shouldn't I let them spill out? I have the right to be mad. So, I do.
LYDIA says: REALLY! WELL FUCK MALIA! FUCK HER POSH PARENTS, FUCK THE HAZEL—AND FUCK YOU!
I hover my finger over the enter key for a few moments, my unsteady breathing loud in my ears before sighing and pressing backspace. I have the right to be mad, but not at Stiles, not even at Malia. I have the right to be mad at Jackson, I have the right to be angry at myself.
LYDIA says: Okay, Enjoy your meal
With another sigh, I close my laptop and sit back in my chair, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. At first I try to control my breathing, to hold in the tears, but eventually it all becomes too much. I let a tear fall, then another and let out a whimper until my whole body is violently shaking from my sobs, my cheeks soaking wet and dripping with tears.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but the next one is a completely different day so I didn't want to have too many different scenes in one chapter but I'm already starting to write the next chapter so hopefully it'll be up soon
