Infinitesimal

Chapter 7

Lydia felt... happy.

Perhaps that wasn't the right word. Her happiness was usually simple and came easily in the moment, it would fill her and leave her energized until something bad happened or until she returned to her usual calm, uncaring state. Though Lydia was slowly dying and she felt her days dwindling every time she'd see a calendar or cough up blood in the girl's bathroom, these days her sickness wasn't all that present.

Especially right now. She could list off a thousand emotions in her mind right now, embarrassment, confusion and excitement being the most prominent. It seemed that Lydia always had a goal in her head titled 'happy', and she was sure most people did too, but Lydia was feeling beyond happy at the moment.

Happy sounded like such a bland word to describe her encounters with Stiles.

"Damn girl, that was some Magic Mike shit happening in your face." Kira said once Lydia was escorted off the stage. Her friend was swaying back and forth, occasionally bumping into Scott in her obvious drunk form. Kira spoke in a weird accent, she sounded as if she was the type of person who could be a criminal while she looked like the kind of girl to have a stuffed animal collection.

Lydia laughed loudly at this and took the drink Isaac offered her. It was bitter, but the aftertaste was sugary and slightly sour like lime. She sipped it with ease.

"Well, I want to get a drink of my own. I need to block out the image of Stiles' swinging balls. I had no idea that this place was a male strip club- this is the last time Malia gets to pick our nightly destination by the way." Scott complains, his face curling into a disgusted face when mentioning what was in Stiles underwear.

"Oh please don't act like you didn't enjoy it Scottie." Isaac winked at Scott who pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. The boys lead the way back to the bar and the girls followed. Malia hadn't said a word since Lydia had got off the stage, but she could feel Malia's eyes burning holes into her side.

Lydia sipped the rest of her drink uncomfortably. The buzz of doing something out of her comfort zone combined with the slight buzz the alcohol was bringing her hadn't left just quite yet, but it diminished a little under Malia's steel gaze. Malia's eyes didn't break away from Lydia once, even when Lydia glanced up many times and caught her glaring.

It brought tension to the air. Kira, Isaac, and Scott muttered things to each other while taking short glances at the two girls. Malia's stare was hard and calculating, tracing over Lydia's form with blatant disgust. While she was mean and obvious, Lydia was a whole different story. She ducked her head in submission like an obedient puppy and didn't snap at Malia about her rude behavior, just hoping the girl would move on.

It's not like it was Lydia's fault anyways. Isaac had put her up on that stage to get a lap dance from a male stripper that coincidentally happened to be Stiles. She didn't even know Stiles worked here, and besides, the boy wasn't an object that Malia owned. Calling dibs on a guy was juvenile.

"I think I'm gonna, I don't know, explore." Lydia spoke up, standing from her seat. She left the empty glass on the counter. Isaac wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"She's tasted blood and she wants more." He said in an overly dramatic, musical voice.

"More, more, more." Kira followed after him, using the same voice. The two broke into giggles and Scott looked generally confused. Lydia rolled her eyes, she understood the reference to the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

She walked off into the crowd, not searching for anything in particular. Lydia avoided the stage where men were still dancing, and also narrowly avoided couples who were in the middle of heavy groping. She ended up in the darkest part of the club, alone. It was an unlit corner with a door leading in to a back room that was marked 'Employees'.

Lydia hovered around the door before leaning against the wall near it and doing some people watching. She watched a man with stubble and a ridiculously bright yellow shirt whisper something in a girl's ear. The girl shoved his shoulder and threw the contents of her drink in his face.

The door swung open and a familiar form walked out, now dressed in his usual flannel and hugging a bottle of scotch to his chest. Lydia pushed off the wall to greet her. Stiles swayed back and forth, then managed to make his way over to her.

He pressed himself into her back, both because Stiles couldn't stand on his own and also because the alcohol made every girl sexy in his eyes. His breath came hot on her neck, a low pant that made shivers dance across her collarbones. Lydia tensed under his touch but didn't push him away, in a way this was one of he only ways she would get closed to him.

"Mmm, what's your name baby?" Stiles asked. He sounded like he had just finished a porno, with the way he almost growled the words into her ear. His hand came to rest on her waist, more for support then anything. Lydia wondered if this was always his way of picking up girls in clubs.

Lydia turned, placing her hands on his shoulders to hold him upright. Stiles' eyes looked over her face lazily, and then he frowned. She sighed, that was his usual reaction to her.

"Oh. It's you." He stood up on his own and took a large gulp of the amber liquid. "Oh well, whatever, never mind."

Lydia grabbed his arm before he could get away from her. He stopped, too weak to fight back or make any further protesting. The boy did look rather unhappy though, scowling down at her as if she was something stuck on the bottom of his shoe.

"Hey, you just made a double Nirvana pun. Cause 'oh well, whatever, never mind' is a lyric in Smells Like Teen Spirit and Nevermind is also one of their albums so. Uh, yeah." Lydia stopped herself from rambling any further about the band. No one cares, she reminded herself.

"Alright well, I-I'm gonna go get in the jeep and drive away from this horror show. Don't worry about me I'll be masturbating in my apartment and drinking, heavily." Stiles tried to leave yet again, but her hand stayed right there on his forearm.

He groaned loudly, as if Lydia was his mother who was in the middle of lecturing him about wearing a sweatshirt.

"Let me drive you home, or at least call a cab for you. You're drunk, you can't drive." Lydia said. Okay, so perhaps this was only a plan to get closer to him and maybe even have a conversation with Stiles during the car ride.

He narrowed his eyes at her, pursed his lips and swayed hazardously to the side again before responding.

"Fine."

A/N

Ayeee, it's taking me forever to update and things are kinda slow right now but next chapter shit goes down.

Last chance to guess who's supernatural in this book, things will be exposed next chapter.