Anyone But Her

Morning Complications

Lydia fell back on Jackson's bed. Her breathing heavy and her heart racing. What the hell had just happened? She had nearly kissed him?! She couldn't believe it. She had nearly kissed Stiles Fucking Stilinski and goddamn she wanted him, she wanted him bad. How was this happening? What was happening to her? Was she sick? How could she have become so infatuated with a boy she used to hate so much?

Now, Lydia wasn't stupid, she always knew there was a fine line between love and hate. But she always used to associate it with her and Jackson, she never in a million years believe she would now be using it when talking about Stiles. Moody, arrogant, anti-social, sarcastic asshole Stiles who was the only person ever who knew how to wind her up. Yet now, she began to think of him more and more, his eyes are gorgeous up close though, like a beautiful harmony of dark brown and gold, mixing perfectly to create a soft caramel colour. And his hair, how it was the right amount of messy to look good and to make you melt. And don't even get me started on his body it...

Holy Shit! What was going on with her?! She was just swooning over Stiles. She HAD to snap out of it. There was no other way, if Jackson ever found out about any of it, he would kill them both. She knew that there must be some rational explanation for all of this, yet she couldn't think of one and that never happened to her.

She quickly sat up on the bed as she heard Jackson stomp upstairs, his heavy footsteps giving her more and more anxiety, like some how he knew everything already, and most of the time he already did. He barged in the room, barely glancing at her as he sat in his gaming chair and turned his game console on, placing the chunky headphones over his head, blocking her out.

She took a quick breath out, as if letting out air she didn't know she was holding in, like she could finally stop pretending. However, she hastily sucked air back in, as he turned around speedily but expertly in his chair, frightening her half to death, his Headphones now removed.  "Oh by the way...Aiden is having a house party tomorrow night. Normally, i wouldn't let you go cause of what happened between you two...but...i've decided you can because you're coming with me and i want to make him jealous...so you better look hot and do everything i say understand?" He glared at her menacingly as he awaited her response and she quickly nodded her head as a small squeak came out accidentally in fear.

"Good. Everyone is going to be there because he 'apparently' invited the 'whole school' or something but i doubt it, it'll probably be lame anyways." He said with a tut before putting his headphones back on and turning to the tv to play his game with his mates online. Lydia closed her eyes for a brief second, breathing slower now. Oh god. Tomorrow is going to be fun. She thought as she pictured her and Jackson being centre of attention. She was going to have to look perfect.

The next day she woke up early, barely sleeping much out, of what had happened the previous day but she decided to try not to dwell on it, today she had a new objective, the party. She decided to go downstairs for some breakfast and headed down in her grey vest top and some black cotton shorts. Her hair was up messily in a bun with long strands falling out everywhere. She knew she looked a mess but she couldn't really be bothered this early on, food was the only thing on her mind.

Once in the kitchen she plodded gently to the kettle to fill it up and turn it on before going to the fridge to grab the milk, she could barely survive a day without coffee in the morning.  As she was finishing up, she heard the rest of the family start to make their way downstairs too. Mrs Whittemore greeted her cheerfully and began cooking some bacon for everyone. Once done she quickly called everyone to the table to eat but Lydia didn't really want to be there.

With everyone sat around the table and Jackson in a huff cause he was made to sit there, Lydia refused to look up as she knew exactly who was sat in front of her. "Lydia?" Mrs Whittemore's voice snapped her out of a daze. "Sorry...yes?" She replied softly trying hard to focus on her. Mrs Whittemore chuckled slightly, "Sorry dear, i just asked if you were alright? You seem to falling into your coffee there." Lydia gave her a false smile. "No no i'm fine, perfectly fine don't worry!" Lydia tried to sound cheerful but knew she wasn't sounding convincing at all.