Perfect ○ A Stydia Fanfiction

Chapter 5.

• you tricked me into thinking you were someone else. oh, how right i was about you •

Lydia's phone buzzed in her hand. Opening the message, expecting it to be from Allison, it wasn't. The message read: Lydia, reply. I'm worried. It was from Jackson.
She sighed, and turned her phone off.

"You alright?" Stiles asked, looking at her. She shook her head. Truth was, she was nowhere near okay. The reason: Jackson. She had told no one but Allison about their breakup; she still wasn't over it. "Wanna talk about it?"
Lydia glanced at Stiles, and raised her eyebrows. "Why? It's not like you give two shits about me."
Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "Normally that's what girls want; to be listened to." He said. "I thought you'd want the same, but I'm guessing not. Sorry for asking." He said coldly.

Lydia put her head in her hands. "Sorry."
"Don't be."
Lydia blinked once, failing to hold back the tears for any longer. "It's my ex boyfriend." Lydia sighed, and bit her lip. Her eyes landed on her hands, where they restlessly fiddled with a loose thread from her skirt. Her teeth refused to let her lip go.

God, how Stiles hated that. Hated how she did it so casually. Hated how she didn't know that she was torturing him. Her feisty attitude.Her enchanting eyes. And that lip bite.

"He, um..." She chocked on her words, struggling to hold the tears from show. "We dated. He was my first boy friend. My first kiss. My first time." She coughed, and a single tears trickled down her now rosy cheeks. "We dated for... for 4 years. Nearly 5. I loved him." She looked at Stiles, waiting for him to say something.

He removed his eyes from the road, and looked at her, as if concluding she had finished. She had. "Why'd you break up?" He asked quietly, afraid to upset the girl.
She closed her eyes, and upon opening them the tears began to fall. "He, well, I didn't want to go to the prom..." She started. "I'm not really one for parties and dances. He got angry. Alot angrier than you'd expect."

"He didn't hurt you did he?" Stiles looked worried, and Lydia wondered why.
She shook her head. "He decided to go anyway. Took some slut, got drunk and then fucked her. He tried to blame it on me. Said if I went with him it wouldn't have happened." She was rushing her words out, her face dampened by the stream of unstoppable tears. "Th-that's when I... I dumped him."

She stopped talking, and immediately looked out of the window.
She was embarrassed. Why had she told Stiles this? Why had she told Stiles, of all people? She didn't even know him. She didn't even trust him.

"What a dickhead." Was all Stiles said, and Lydia chuckled lightly. She looked at Stiles, who smiled weakly. Not a grin; a genuine smile.
Lydia returned the look gratefully. "Thanks."
"For what?"
She shrugged. "For making me feel less shit."
He chuckled. "No problem, princess. I mean, you're beautiful. And I'm betting you're so damn smart that you could win some award for chemistry or some shit like that.
"And, you not that bad a dancer." He winked, and Lydia laughed.

"We're you watching me?" She asked, and he shrugged, refusing to answer. "And I'm not a fan of chemistry. Maths is more my thing." She told him.
His face lit up, and Lydia realised. "You taking mathematics?" He asked. Lydia nodded.
"And Agriculture & Forestry, and Ancient Mythology."

Stiles nodded. "I'm taking math aswell. It seems we'll be seeing a lot more of each other than we expected." He smirked, and Lydia smiled involuntarily. She couldn't help it. She realised how she enjoyed his company. How his soft words made her feel better.
But she knew that smirk would be the death of her.
"It seems so, Stilinski." She agreed.

They continued through the drizzle, and Stiles turned off the road Lydia told him to follow. "Oh, it's the other way." Lydia told him.
"I know." Lydia raised her eyebrows, and Stiles smirked, ignoring her curious look. "I'm taking you... somewhere."
Lydia didn't even attempt to stop him. She just shrugged her shoulders, and sat back in her seat.

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The silence they sat in was ended when Stiles parked suddenly and hopped out of the car. It was too dark to see much, but Lydia could make out the faint silhouette of trees lurking not far.
Stiles opened Lydia's door, and she hopped out, thanking him as she did so.

"So, where are we?" She asked, following Stiles towards the trees. He didn't respond, just smirked over his shoulder.
He grabbed her hand, and pulled her faster through the forest.
Surprised, Lydia was too shocked by this action to object. This action, that seemed kind, Lydia didn't expect to come from a guy like Stiles.

They came to a clearing. Lydia's breath had been taken away at the sight before her. The city was lit up in the dark, lights shining bright in the late darkness. "Wow..." Lydia muttered. "Thats just beauti-"

"Stiles?" Lydia snapped her head around, as did Stiles, at this sudden voice. A girl, tall and curvatious, almost like a feline, came slinking over. "What a surprise to see you here." She purred, resting her head on Stiles' shoulder.
"Don't act like you didn't know I was here, Malia." He almost spat her name, as if the thought of her made him sick.
Malia giggled, running a hand down Stiles' body. He pushed her off, and she rolled her eyes. "Don't act like you don't want me, Stiles." She hissed. "You loved my company. When you were moaning my na-"

Stiles laughed. "Piss off Malia. I don't want anything to do with you." He grabbed Lydia's hand, and pulled her back to the Jeep, leaving Malia stood, fuming, behind.
Lydia got back into the vehicle without saying a word. They sat in silence for almost the whole journey to the campus. Lydia looked at Stiles.
"Do you treat all girls like that?" She asked.
Stiles scoffed. "We had sex once. It was a drunken mistake a couple of months ago. Now all she wants is to be in my bed."

Lydia didn't reply. She felt upset, that she thought she could finally trust Stiles, but in all honesty, he was just a jackass. She felt so stupid for trusting him. For pouring out her worries to him.
But furthermore, she was annoyed that she enjoyed his company so much, that when they finally pulled up outside her dorm building, she turned to Stiles.
"Do you want to come inside?"