Lydia hugged herself in an attempt to keep herself warm. She wondered why Deaton's office was suddenly so cold. But maybe it was just the whole situation that gave her the shivers.
She glanced over to see Scott and Deaton preparing the tubs. Isaac stood near them, looking for any chance to help but he was clearly nervous about getting in the way. Lydia suspected that had something to do with the whole Allison situation. Allison her self was sitting off in the corner, head towards the ground. No one was speaking. And she couldn't blame them. What was there to say?
One person was missing though; Stiles. Lydia quietly left the room, heading in the direction she'd seen the boy go only minutes ago. He was leaning against the front window of the building, staring out into the night.
Lydia bit her lip. To her surprise, she found herself holding back tears. This whole school year was so messed up, but for some reason the sight of Stiles looking so sad and desperate as he stood there alone was what set her over the edge. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she fought the urge to start sobbing.
Then something suddenly occurred to Lydia, she couldn't let him see her cry. She thought back to earlier in the day, when Stiles had a panic attack. He was about to sacrifice his self for his father. Lydia didn't need to give him anything else to worry about. Now was the time for him to be as calm as possible, so that he could come back to life. Come back to her.
That thought suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. Come back to her. Lydia hadn't even realized how much she wanted that. How much she wanted him. Over the course of the school year they'd grown closer. He was someone she could really depend on, and confide in. And then there was the kiss. The kiss had opened her mind to Stiles romantically. Every moment they shared before then suddenly seemed different. Every moment that caused her stomach to knot up made sense. She had feelings for him.
“You going to say something or just keep standing there?”
Lydia jumped.
“Sorry.” Stiles said, shrugging. He finally turned away from the window and looked at her. “Didn't mean to scare you.”
“Uh, no.” Lydia quickly whipped the tears from her face, and took a deep breath. “You didn't. I was just uh—”
“Thinking of what to say?”
Lydia walked up to Stiles. She leaned against the window and faced him. “I guess.”
A/N- instagram: stiles_is_my-anchor
