• trying to keep an eye on you, like a hurt lost and blinded fool •
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Allison grabbed an empty bottle from the sideboard behind her, and placed it on the table. "Go on Lyds," she winked. Lydia shook her head, and placed a clammy hand onto the neck of the bottle. "I'm much better at this game anyway." She smirked, and span the bottle, willing it to land on anyone but Stiles. She definitely didn't want that... or did she?
The bottle began to slow down, and she bit her lip, not taking her eyes away from it. Once it stopped, she lifted her eyes to who it pointed to.
Isaac.
Something within Lydia deflated slightly, but there was nothing she could do. That was the game after all. "Alright Isaac, don't get too attached," she winked, and walked around the table towards him, passing Stiles and refusing to look at him. "I'll try not to," he replied, looking slightly uncomfortable but not at all disappointed. Lydia reached up and put her hands around his neck, and pulled him down to meet her lips.
Soft. Warm. But not...
"Okay, okay, that's enough." Scott grabbed Isaac's shoulders and pulled him away. Lydia licked her lips and looked sheepishly at Allison, who appeared disappointed. "Was just doing my dare." Lydia said, and returned to her place at the table. "Go on Allison, you spin," she said, nudging her friend. "But keep it PG," she added, glancing at Scott. He smirked, and Allison spun the bottle. It again landed on Isaac, but Allison pushed it until it pointed directly at Scott. "Oops." They met in the middle and immediately became connected.
"Let's move on..." Issac suggested, ignoring Scott and Allison. "Stiles, you're up." Stiles looked at everyone, but lingered on Lydia. He sighed, and span the bottle. It took what felt like and eternity to Lydia for it to stop, but when it did she wasn't too sure how she felt. "I can spin it again." Stiles said, looking at the bottle. Pointing towards Lydia. Lydia's gaze fell to her intertwined hands. "That's not really the point of the game." Isaac said. Stiles looked wearily at Lydia, who avoided his eyes. He shrugged and walked over to her.
He placed a delicate hand under Lydia's chin, and lifted her head until their eyes met. They looked at eachother. Stiles at her face, her lips, her rosy cheeks. Lydia at his freckles, his honey eyes. Lydia suddenly stepped back. "I can't. I just... I can't." She turned and left the room, and began to run toward the exit of the building. She opened the door, and saw the rain, dropping almost violently onto the pavement; still, she left.
Allison and Scott had pulled apart, and were staring after her along with the others. "I should-" Allison began. "No," Stiles interrupted. "I'll go." He followed Lydia's steps and stepped outside into the rain.
It took mere seconds to spot her, sat solemnly on the bench beside the entrance, drenched already from head to toe. Stiles stopped, looked at her, took her in. Her matted hair, her twiddling thumbs, her running mascara. It was this one detail that forced Stiles to walk towards her. "Lydia, I..." He began, but he hadn't taken a second to think about what he wanted to say. Lydia looked at him, and quickly tried rid her cheeks of trace of her tears. "Stiles," she said, almost too happily. "You didn't have to follow me out here. I'll be back in in a minute, I'm fine." "Lydia, you're clearly not fine. Talk to me." Stiles pleaded. Lydia took a deep breath, and stood up to face Stiles. "You know what, Stiles," Lydia said, looking him straight in the eyes, "You're right. I'm not fine. And I'm sure you won't believe this, but it's you're fault."
Stiles raised his eyebrows. "I know you're not happy with things that happened in my past, but I thought you would know that I would never want to hurt you. Ever." "Whether you meant to or not, you did." Lydia exclaimed. Stiles shook his head, becoming increasingly frustrated. "What do you want me to do? Okay, because everything I've done is done. There's nothing I can say, or do, that can change any of it." "I don't want you to change, Stiles." Lydia sighed. "I don't know what I want. All I know is that, ever since I met you I haven't known what I want. It's frustrating." Her hands went to her hair, and she gripped at it aggressively, before letting her hands fall limp to her sides. "I thought it was you." She muttered.
"You thought what was me?" Stiles asked, his eyes never leaving Lydia's tear stained face. Lydia looked into his eyes, and had to fight to keep a smile off of her face. "I thought I wanted you." Stiles looked surprised. "What changed?" Lydia almost laughed, thinking it was obvious. "Malia."
"Malia?" Stiles said, disbelieving. "You can't believe a word that bitch says. I thought you were smart enough to know that." This time, Lydia did snicker. "Of course you would say that. After what she told me, I'm not surprised. I didn't want to believe her. I've been trying to ignore what she said, but I can't. I just don't know who to believe."
"You believe me! Why would you believe her?" "You weren't there!" Lydia shouted, tears filling her eyes. "You didn't see the look on her face when she spoke about what you did to her! It made her cry Stiles, and she warned me not to let you treat me the same."
She took a step back, and shook her head. "I can't do this anymore. I need the truth. Right now."
