one shots | stydia

Stydia|| Another Love.

 
         -i wanna take you somewhere so you know I care,
But it's so cold, and I don't know where.
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string, but they won't flower like they did last spring.
and if somebody hurts you, I'd wanna fight,
But my hands been broken one to many times.
So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude.
Words they win, but I'll know I'll lose.
Another love, all my tears have been used up.
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Jackson's eyes scanned Lydia's friend ship group who stood tall behind her, but his eyes settled on one Stiles Stilinski.

I'm just studying with Stiles.
I'm at Stiles' watching a movie with Allison and Scott.
Me and Stiles are in the store, I'll call you back.

"You." He strained, pointing a stern finger in Stiles direction. He knew it was him, he recognised him in all the photos and selfies that Lydia has uploaded to Facebook.

Stiles lifted an eyebrow and his sarcastic smirk was plastered on his face, the one that would have Lydia weak at the knees when he knew he'd get her riled up with his stupid nicknames or the constant bickering that's somehow amusing to the hazel eyed boy. Stiles wiggles his fingers smugly, kind of like Damon Salvatore does.

Scott was stood beside him with Isaac, Allison and Kira, trying not to snigger. Kira shot him a warning glance. They were stood in the middle of Lydia and Allison's apartment, while Jackson came in disrupting a wonderful Disney marathon the boys finally agreed too, and they didn't complain when this massive interruption happened.

"Me, yes?" Stiles questioned, holding back a laugh and hiding it with his clenched fist and a throat clear.

"Are you sleeping with my girlfriend?" He asked, squaring up to Stiles. Scott immediately stood closer, warning Jackson.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Jackson." Lydia shouted, panic in her voice and behind her eyes that somehow made Stiles' expression soften.

"This isn't your fucking place to be running off your mouth, Lydia. Shut the fuck up." Jackson spat, turning back to face her.

Stiles eyes turned black, as his jaw clenched.

"Hey, Jackson." Stiles said, trying to get his attention.

"What?" Jackson said, turning around but only tonne collided with Stiles' fist to his perfectly chizzled cheekbone.

Jackson finally stood to his feet before punching Stiles back, Stiles tumbled over and placed his palm against his split lip while chuckling.

Stiles went to lunge again, but Scott held his two arms behind his back, restraining him from any movement while Isaac stood in front of Jackson.

"Don't you ever, ever, speak to her like that again." Stiles spat, pointing a harsh finger. Stiles eyebrow and lip slightly bled while Jackson was soon to gain a horrid black eye. His lip was also bleeding as he touched it and winced.

"Oh yeah, what're you going to do about it?" Jackson said, trying to stand taller over Isaac but failing.

Stiles tried to lunge toward his target again, but Scott held his grip firmly.

"Stiles! Let's go." Scott shouted, dragging Stiles out of the door much to his dismay.

Once they walked out the door and down the apartment steps, Scott let go of Stiles. He paced, hands shaking while he held them up to his mouth, trying to restrain himself.

"Scott, just please, make sure he leaves. You can't leave him alone with Lydia." Stiles said, going to walk away but kept walking back towards Scott, unsure of where to take himself.

"Dude, I promise. Just go back to our apartment. I'll be there in five." Scott reassured Stiles, nodding and smiling a little when Stiles finally started to walk away.

After 20 minutes, Stiles was still pacing his apartment. Running his hands through his hair. He accidentally brushed passed his eyebrow but didn't react as too many thoughts were running through his head.

He went to the bathroom and sat on the side, looking through the first aid box, cussing to himself when he was completely useless as to what to use.

"You need an antiseptic wipe, dumbass." Lydia said, as she leant against the doorframe. Her eyes were puffy and her lips were even more pillowy than usual. That's probably because she was biting her lip, she always does that when she's nervous or afraid.

"Hey, are you okay?" Stiles said, jumping off of the counter and joining her at the door.

"No, I don't want sympathy. We're not gonna do that. Go sit back down so I can clean up your face." Lydia said, slapping him on the chest and leading him to his previous position.

Stiles jumped up and parted his legs a little so Lydia had space in between them.

"Are you sure you're oka-"

"Shut up." Lydia cut him off harshly, getting an antiseptic wipe and wiping it over his cuts as he winced.

"Fine, although I hope you should know I'm really worried about you bottling up your feelings like this." Stiles sighed, looking at the wipe that Lydia put down the toilet, it was patchy with his blood and make the clean, peppermint clean one Lydia took out of the packet aesthetically pleasing.

"Fine, I'm not okay Stiles. You shouldn't of hit him first." Lydia said, her voice deepened and she started to put a bit too much force on Stiles' face.

"One, ouch. Two, he spoke to you like shit, you're delusional if you think I wasn't going to do anything about it."

Lydia stepped back a little, her heels made a symphonic beat against the cold tiles which was surprisingly aesthetically pleasing.

"I don't need a boy sticking up for me, Stiles. I'm perfectly capable of sticking up for myself." Lydia said, stepping back into the space of his legs as she naturally fitted there.

Stiles couldn't help but laugh, which hurt the cut on his eyebrow. But that didn't stop the smile that slapped on his face.

Lydia studied him, the moles that scattered across his cheek and his cute nose that dented towards the end. She lifted her eyebrow and tilted her head just like a confused puppy.

"You're smiling like a freak because?" Lydia asked.

"Because, you're you." Stiles shrugged, wincing not from the pain but from the most cliche thing that just came out of his mouth.

"Yeah." Lydia whispered. "Yeah, I am."