Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Forty-two: Spider-Man is Born

Lydia heard the words Jackson hissed out so coldly... "You and I need to talk... now."  His hands were shaking viciously as she just looked at him with pure and utter confusion.

"Uh, sure..." she drew her words out, opening the door to let him in, but Jackson didn't move, causing Lydia to just raise her eyebrow.  "Jackson, what's going on?"

"I'm the one that should be asking you that..." he hissed, strands of his hair falling against his forehead.  Somebody didn't put in their hair gel.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Of course not," the drunk teenager laughed mockingly.  "Why would you know what I'm talking about since you think I'm an idiot."

Lydia felt her chest tighten up at this, wondering what was getting Jackson so riled up like this, normally he wasn't like this, to her at least.  "Can you stop being so mysterious and tell me what you're going on about, and why you smell like a brewery."

"I know about you and Stilinski..."

It was at that moment, Lydia felt like she was in the Twilight Zone, because she had no clue as to what Jackson was referring to...

He walked into the apartment, to which Lydia shut the door slowly, trying to process what he said.  "What about us?"

"Don't play innocent, Lydia... you know exactly what I'm talking about.  I just want to know why... why hide it from me?"

"Jackson, what are you talking about?" Lydia asked, throwing her arms out.

"I know you've been with Stiles behind my back!  That's what the hell I'm talking about, the fact you're cheating on me with him." he screamed finally, to which Lydia's eyes grew wide.

"You think that I'm, uh... what?  I'm sorry but what gives you the idea that Stiles and I are doing anything like that?"

"Really, I know about your little moment at the Tower... I saw the footage of you two kissing... I know what I saw, Lydia."

"Stiles and I never kissed, and if we had I would remember it!" Lydia exclaimed, shocked that Jackson would dare to accuse her of cheating.

"There was camera footage.  It caught you and Stilinski in that room having your moment!"  Jackson got in her face, causing her to wince out of fear.  "DON'T LIE TO ME!"

"I'm not lying!" Lydia cried out, trying to reason with him as tears began to prick at her eyes.  What was he talking about?  "How would there be footage if it never happened?!"

"STOP DENYING IT!  I SAW IT ON CAMERA, THERE'S NO POINT IN LYING!" Jackson screeched at her, gripping her wrist.

"Jackson!  I would never lie to you!" By now tears were streaming down her face in short floods of passion.

"YES!  YOU ARE!  I SAW YOU KISSING HIM!  WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE HIM OVER ME, AND NOT EVEN TELL ME?!" His grip tightened suddenly, causing Lydia to wince out of pain.

"Jackson?  Jackson, stop." The drunk teenager's grip on her grew tighter.  "Please, you're hurting me," she choked out, trying to get him to release her.