Stydia

Benefits

Benefits

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Lydia

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I sighed as I stared at the board.

English.

Something I would enjoy on a normal day- but today was not a normal day. It was the beginning of second to last period, and Stiles hadn't texted me yet. And I definitely wasn't the person to text first, especially in the situation we were in.

No, Stiles and I we're not dating- we were just friends... with some benefits. It was strictly that and nothing more.

A lot of things had gone wrong, people had left our lives, some by choice and some... Well... Some due to unfortunate events. We needed a way to relieve the stress, to not think about it any more. When we both realized that everything happening was eating us alive... We decided to figure something out.

When we would do things such as eat lunch or solve crimes, we would never mention the fact that we had also done other things that same day. We swore that when we needed each other we'd be there- but it we were just friends nothing more, nothing less. How did this situation start you ask? Thats a question for another day.

Normally- by the end of third period, I would get a message asking to meet up. But it was already two periods after that, and I had started to loose my patience, done with waiting.

I tapped my foot when I finally saw the message:

Stiles: Meet at the janitors closet.

I raised an eyebrow. The janitors closet? We normally just go to coaches office... whatever.

I raised my hand and politely asked to go to the bathroom and grabbed my things, walking out of the door and down the hall. I opened the door to the janitors closet and was quickly grabbed by the wrist and pulled in to the room, the door abruptly shut behind me.

My bag was quickly discarded into the abyss of the rest of the room as I was pushed against the door, lips pushed against mine. I raised an eyebrow as I kissed back, looking at the boy in front of me.

It was undoubtably Stiles, but something was different. I could feel it. Stiles was never harsh or too rough, But he wasn't just kissing with his normal rushed movements, it was tender... beautiful. How?... I'm not even sure.

I backed up from him.

"Whats wrong?..." I asked him. He looked at me, shaking his head.

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't ask any questions when we were doing this sort of thing? Nothing's wrong." He said with a straight face before leaning in and capturing my lips in a kiss.

The kiss felt the same as the last one- tender and sincere- but I tried to ignore it and continue. I jumped up and he grabbed onto the backs of my thighs, supporting me between him and the wall.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued to kiss him. We were moving extremely slow this time, and I was shocked to find that I didn't mind. I started to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, and he abruptly sighed before putting me back on the ground and pulling away, shaking his head and rubbing his face.

"Oh my god- what the hell is wrong?" I asked, looking at him confused.

"I can't do this anymore." He says, not looking at me.

"You can't do what anymore?... Our situation?... I thought it wasn't just a one sided thing- I thought we both... Well..." I started to back up slightly looking down. Stiles widened his eyes, looking at me.