Insomnia

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When she got to Jackson's door, she slipped in to find him sat on his bed on his phone. Her pulse rose with fear. That's it she thought he knew everything! he knows i told Stiles and he was waiting up for her. "J-Jackson!" Lydia stuttered with faux happiness as she tried to act normal.

Jackson raised his head to look at her, he had a strange look in his eye that she couldn't quite place. "Where have you been?" He asked her sternly, his gaze never once leaving her face. Lydia tried to smile but it didn't seem to be working. "Oh erm i-i was just erm..." Lydia stuttered as she tried to think of an excuse. "Spit it out would you?!" Jackson retorted harshly, his frustration starting to get the better of him.

"Oh i was j-just with Bella! W-we was playing and i j-joined in with a tea p-party with her" Lydia lied through her teeth and prayed that he would buy it and not ask anymore questions. It seemed to work as he stared deeply into her eyes for a minute before shaking his head and muttering a "fine" under his breath. Lydia finally released a breath out that she didn't know she was holding in.

After awhile of them both just sitting on his bed on their phones, Jackson ignoring her. They both decided it was time for bed and they got dressed and got in. Jackson seemed to fall asleep instantly where as Lydia lay awake for hours after, staring at the dark ceiling above.

What was she to do? She shouldn't have told Stiles anything cause it could ruin everything if he told anybody. Plus what if tomorrow he started acting differently with her? Everyone would notice let alone Jackson and it would cause him to be suspicious. Lydia couldn't sleep so she headed downstairs and straight for the polka-dot blanket she knew so well. She curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

A few hours later at around 6:30am she woke up to find Mrs Whittemore already sat in the room watching TV. "Oh morning Hun i didn't want to wake you you seemed so peaceful. Why was you down here? Couldn't sleep?" She asked gently with a small smile resting upon her face. "Erm yeah something like that." Lydia replied blandly. She felt pretty rough, she had no makeup on and her hair was  in a big fluffy mess around her head.

"Aww would you like any breakfast? i can always make you something to cheer you up? you sounded like you had a rough night" Mrs Whittemore replied kindly but Lydia wasn't in the mood to eat. "No no i'm fine thank you don't worry about me i'll get something later" Lydia spoke knowing she wouldn't. She seemed to convince Mrs Whittemore though as she nodded and continued watching TV while sipping her coffee. She often wondered if Mrs Whittemore knew more about her and Jackson's relationship than she was letting on but she pushed the thought away.

Lydia grabbed a hair tie from her wrist and tied her fluffy hair into a messy bun on the top of her head, pulling out so baby hairs to frame her face. After about 10 minutes, Mrs Whittemore stood up to make some breakfast for herself and in the mean time someone came downstairs. It was Stiles. As soon as he saw Lydia he quickly sat down next to her, yet again concern showing in his face. He was wearing his usual grey sweatpants, but this time with a dark blue t-shirt that swamped him.

"What are you doing down here? Did he kick you out or something? Are you okay?" Stiles bombarded questions at her and she warned him to keep his voice down. "No i slept down here cause i couldn't sleep he bought my excuse it's fine." Lydia replied calmly while looking down at the blanket. "Wait you slept down here all night? Wasn't you cold? you should have said and i would have..." Lydia was getting frustrated now so she cut him off.

"You would have what Stiles? you can't do anything for me remember it looks to obvious and if you don't start acting like you normally do with me someone will notice so shush" Stiles sighed he knew she was right but still seemed butthurt none the less. "I was just asking how you were..." Stiles spoke quietly as if in argument to what she just said.

Before Lydia could answer, Mrs Whittemore had walked back through the door with what looked like a sausage sandwich. She looked down surprised at Stiles. "Did i just hear correctly? Was you being nice to Lydia for once Stiles?" She laughed as she spoke as if in astonishment. Lydia's eyes went wide at Stiles and she could see him debating how to respond.

"Erm no i mean kinda i was just asking but honestly i don't even care i was more concerned about why's she's using our blanket." Stiles said speedily and even though she knew he was lying she still felt a little offended for some reason. Mrs Whittemore shook her head at him. "Stiles why can't you just be nice to Lydia honestly what has she ever done to you? she's had a rough night so you will be nice" She said telling him off before leaving back to the kitchen once more.

"Stiles dammit i told you someone will notice you need to stop acting different with me go back to being a sarcastic annoying arsehole" Lydia stated waving her hands to gesture at him. Stiles seemed almost offended but she could see that there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. "Wow excuse me? How or when have i ever been a arsehole? sarcastic and annoying i can agree with but arsehole is just pushing it too far." Stiles spoke with a smirk as he lightly pushed Lydia's shoulder.

"Stilesss you know what i mean now quit being nice to me!" She said laughing at what she was saying. "Fine fine i get it don't worry i'll be an 'arsehole' to you again" Stiles rolled his eyes up before air quoting arsehole. Lydia laughed and pushed his shoulder to get him to go back upstairs. "Okay fine but please come speak to me later okay?" Stiles pleaded with her while standing up. "We'll see okay? now go!" Lydia commanded as he bolted upstairs. Lydia watched his carefully, cute, she thought before scolding herself. What was wrong with her? Luckily Stiles left just in time for Mrs Whittemore to come back in the room. 

"Where's he gone now? i thought he was going to be nice?" She spoke while pointing to where he was sat. "Oh erm he decided he didn't want to have to sit with me much longer so he went back to bed." Lydia said blandly, while avoiding any eye contact with her. "He did? Damn that boy he can be so irritating sometimes i honestly don't understand him at all." Mrs Whittemore spoke before taking a large bite of her sandwich and sitting down.

Lydia sighed quietly with relief and wrapped herself up further in the blanket. Her head felt heavy and worn out. She already knew that today was going to be a long one.

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