Anyone But Her

Upstairs

Lydia felt numb as she sat next to Jackson on his bed. She was wearing an oversized grey hoodie and some black cotton shorts. He was loudly talking to one of his lacrosse buddies as he continued to pretend that she didn't exist. She opened her mouth to speak but before she could, he rudely shoved his hand in her face and made a shushing sound with his mouth, before carrying on with his conversation.

Lydia closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, deciding to leave the room. As she closed his door she looked up the hallway and up to the next flight of stairs which led to Stiles' bedroom. It had been 4 days since their fight and he hadn't spoken another word to her or had even seen him, he seemed to be hiding away in his bedroom, pushing the rest of the world out.

She couldn't blame him really, she'd been horrible to him, got him in trouble and his mom had embarrassed him for it. Lydia walked to the bottom of the flight of stairs and looked up longingly at his room. Maybe she should go talk to him, it had been long enough, right? She wasn't really sure what had set her off and made her so mean that day...i don't know...there was something about him...he just seemed to always find a way to get under her skin.

She looked back behind to make sure Jackson's door was closed and he couldn't see her, before gently plodding up the stairs. The stairs themselves were solid, hard wood under her feet which made her socks slip slightly. Once she got the top, there was only one dark door that greeted her, and it was firmly closed. Behind it, she could hear the light hum of music playing.

She took a deep breath, feeling her nerves creep back up on her again. What was she so nervous about? All she had to do was apologise and that was it. She pulled her oversized sleeves into her hands so they looked even bigger and knocked on his door. As soon as she did, she heard a low grumble of "leave me alone" but, she insisted and knocked again.

Stiles was lounging lazily on his bed, while his speaker blared out Arctic Monkeys' 'Are You Mine?' With a huff he stood up quickly, turning off his speaker as he walked past it and opened the door. "What do you wa...Lydia?" His surprise was obvious in his voice and upon his dumbfounded face before he quickly frowned and seemed more upset. Lydia stood small in front of him, as she looked up with wide eyes.

"E-erm i erm...i came to apologise." She said, trying to sound more confident as she straightened her back and legs more, trying to appear taller than she was but it was no use he still towered over her. He seemed kinda confused as he stared at her, his eyes looking her over before finally resting them on her large green eyes, before his expression soon became too difficult to read.

He turned around and tried to shut the door. "I don't have time for your guilty conscience to decide to finally make an appearance okay? I don't want to speak to you." He said boldly, closing the door in her face. "Please Stiles!" Lydia begged from the other side of the door. "I know i'm literally like 4 days too late and that this probably means nothing right now but i..i just want to say i'm sorry okay? I was so wrong to blame you for my problems and take out my frustrations on you and embarrass you in front of your family. I was just mad and angry with everything. I'm just...I'm so sorry." She pleaded as she suddenly burst into tears, she couldn't even put into words what was making her so upset, she just was. It was like all of her recent emotions had come back to smack her in the face and she was quickly back to being a fragile mess once more.

Lydia sobbed harder into her sleeves and slid her back against the door until she was on the floor. God she was a mess, she always seemed to know how to screw everything up. There was suddenly a small creek as the door slowly opened and Stiles put out his hands, gently holding her wrists and then onto her hips as he lifted her up to her feet lightly and then into his room, closing the door behind him. She was shocked at his sudden change in mood, as he padded round her room, as if ignoring her completely, until he finally found some tissues and gave them to her, still avoiding her eyes.