Anyone But Her

What Is Wrong With You?

Lydia's POV
Lydia was feeling dreadful as she sat alone at the breakfast bar in her kitchen, poking a salad with a fork. She wasn't hungry in the slightest. She definitely couldn't eat with everything going on right now, she just wanted everything to be the way it was again, even if it wasn't all as perfect as it seemed. It has been working like that regardless and had done for years.

She silently hopped off of the stool, picking up her boring salad as she went, and dragged her feet to the bin, tossing it all away completely untouched. A flicker of her felt guilty for how she acted towards Stiles today, especially after hearing from Allison that he'd gone home shortly after she left. But she quickly pushed the feeling away, she shouldn't feel bad, he was the one acting weird right? He can't just switch up on her like that and expect it all to go swimmingly after years of him being such a dick, especially since Jackson already believed she was a cheat and seeing Stiles act differently might just push him over the edge with jealousy.

She padded over to a mirror nearby to check out her appearance. She looked horrific. She had dark red bags under each eye that made her look dead along with big puffy blood shot eyes from all the crying she had done recently. All the makeup that was once there from this morning was now gone, washed away. Her hair fell flatly beside her pale emotionless face. She was a mess.

Before she could head upstairs back to bed, her phone pinged with a text message, it was from Jackson. "I'm coming to pick you up in 10 minutes, be ready before i get there. We're going to mine and you better not mention anything to my family." Lydia stared at it blankly for a few seconds, before realising she had to quickly get changed. She couldn't go like this, then his parents would definitely know something was wrong.

She hastily ran upstairs and washed her face with ice cold water before reapplying her basic makeup on: foundation, mascara, some light eyeliner and lipstick. She decided that she didn't have time to wash her hair, so she dragged it up into a messy bun on the top of her head, pulling out pieces to frame her face.

Not long after she was finished getting ready, she heard Jackson's car beeping arrogantly outside her house and she quickly set off, locking the door behind her. He didn't speak a whole word to her on the way there, he actually didn't even look at her, but right now Lydia was okay with that, she couldn't have him making her cry again.

When they arrived, Jackson quickly hopped out the car and headed towards the house, ignoring her entirely, but she was used to it at this point. She preferred him ignoring her than being angry at her. As soon as they walked in they were greeted by a confused but quickly frustrated Stiles, who was sprawled out on the sofa she liked the most, wrapped up in her favourite polka dot blanket. "We're home!" Jackson shouted obnoxiously to his mom who was in the kitchen.

"Oh joy." Stiles said sarcastically under his breath, as he glued his eyes back to the tv. He seemed different than before, his facial expression remained constant, almost annoyed and fed up just like before but even more so now she'd come in. Maybe he'd took her advice on the whole 'going back to being an asshole' thing which was good she guessed, but a small part of her wished that he would have just taken it easy on her instead, she felt absolutely exhausted.

"Shut up you runt." Jackson growled at him before taking a seat in his favourite single seat chair. Lydia studied his favourite seat for a minute, realising that maybe his favourite place to sit was like some sort of metaphor for his life, he sat alone, only caring about himself and whether he was okay, he live just like how he liked to sit, alone, with no chance of someone joining him. Stiles rolled his eyes at him before glancing briefly at Lydia and tutting. "Goddd did you actually have to bring her back today? It's not like she's already been here all weekend...oh wait." Stiles snapped callously. Lydia was a little taken aback but knew deep down she had no right to be mad when she had asked for this, she'd been horrible to him and this was his response to that, a big 'fuck you'. Jackson seemed to ignore his harsh comment and just shrug nonchalantly, instead pulling out some cookies from a round tin that was sat on the coffee table.

Lydia decided to reply and defend herself a little, since it was obvious that Jackson was no help plus he was really starting to piss her off, if he was going to be an asshole she was going to be one right back. "Excuse me? I am here you know? and see i might have been here all weekend but that's because your family actually want me around...you know...unlike you." She replied angrily while sitting on the sofa opposite Stiles, crossing her legs neatly and then her arms over chest, glaring at him.

Stiles poked his tongue to the left side inside his mouth so it was visible on the inside of his cheek. His frustration was evident. He slowly turned his eyes to her and sighed heavily in pure annoyance. "Erm Jackson? it seems that your bitch has a bite. Can you tell her to shut the fuck up please?" Stiles bit back at her aggressively, addressing Jackson but never once moving his eyes away from her, they remained fixed and now extremely angry. Lydia opened her mouth in surprise at what he'd just said. He'd just called her a bitch and not just that but 'Jackson's bitch.' She was having none of this. Not right now.

"You little fucking punk! You don't speak about me that way! What the fuck even is your problem honestly i don't even know you, you absolute loser." Lydia hissed at him, her anger boiling as he seemed to be just smirking at her, like getting her angry was actually enjoyable to watch. However, upon finishing her sentence, his smirk soon dropped and hatred seemed to be flashing in his eyes as he stood up quickly.

"How fucking dare you call me a loser? You snobby bitch. You're right you don't know a thing about me but yet already deem me some loser who is below you? Just like with everyone at school right? i'm actually so fucking sick and tired of people calling m-" Stiles quickly cut off his angry rambling as Mrs Whittemore had walked in, her expression fell and she immediately placed her hands on her hips. "Excuse me Stiles Stilinski?! Language! Explain what is going on right this instance!" She screamed loudly, looking mainly at Stiles as he suddenly seemed to cower under her voice.

Stiles remained silent looking at the floor, his hands tucked into his pockets but it was obvious that he was still very annoyed as he swung back and forth on his heels. "Well? Jackson? What is going on here?" Jackson as if just now being aware of the conversation spoke briefly without moving his eyes from the tv. "Stiles was being a dick to Lydia and having a go at her." He said in a monotone voice.

Stiles raised his eyebrows up in disbelief at what came out of his mouth and quickly turned to his mother to defend himself. Lydia was shocked too, Jackson actually stuck up for her but she knew that it was just a little bit of a white lie as she too had said some horrible things to Stiles, to push him over the edge. Mrs Whittemore's angry glare deepened over Stiles as she seemed to fill with rage and spoke quickly before he got a word in.

"Stiles! What have i told you about this?! What is wrong with you and your hatred towards Lydia it is completely uncalled for and immature and i am so so fed up with it! She has been in this family for years now and is nothing less than that, you will treat her with respect and gratitude just like you would anyone else in your family!" She shouted at him. Lydia could see his dark eyes become very shiny like he was on the brink of tears.

"B-but...she..." Stiles tried to but in as he flailed his arms in protest towards Lydia, but she was clearly having none of it. "No Stiles! I don't want to hear your excuses anymore. Lydia is a lovely girl and has done nothing but been friendly to you, so i really don't understand your problem because to me it just looks like you're jealous!" She yelled back at him and he looked like a told off puppy, tears welling up in his eyes. He looked like he was about to say something back but quickly thought against it. With that he swiftly left the room and ran upstairs to his room on the top floor, obviously embarrassed and upset.

Mrs Whittemore looked after him for a minute before suddenly turning towards her. Her demeanour and voice now much lighter and more friendly, as if she was a completely different person. "I am really sorry about that dear, i really don't know why he is like that but i am sorry that he takes it out on you." Lydia nodded briefly in response as she walked back into the kitchen, leaving Lydia alone again with Jackson. Her thoughts torturing her with guilt about Stiles, but she pushed them away for now, she'd try to speak to him later about it. That is, if even wanted to speak to her ever again.