Anyone But Her

Suspicions Running High

Lydia's POV:

Lydia pressed her back against Jackson's bedroom door and slid to the floor. She was a fucking mess, what had she done. She thought back to the night before and a slight shiver ran through her body. Fuck. Why? Just Why did she sleep with him? What was she thinking? Maybe she just couldn't stand the extreme sexual tension anymore? No. She wasn't attracted to Stiles, she wasn't. She just thought she was- Fuck it. Who was she trying to kid? She was fucking obsessed with the boy at this point.

God, why did everything have to be so complicated? She ran her hands through her hair in frustration, as flashbacks ran through her mind of the night before. She was on top of him, kissing him all over his body, kissing his neck, surely leaving hickies upon his back. as she made sure she found and kissed every perfect part of him. Lydia now knew things she didn't before, how the little moles on his face carried down his neck and a few on his collar bones. How, when she would kiss a certain spot on his neck, he couldn't help but moan. Just how good his hands were, god...the things they could do. Things Jackson only wish he could know. God she had to stop comparing them.

The way he would easily flip her so that she was underneath him once more and when she felt him inside her, it was so different to anything she'd ever felt before, so different to Jackson. He was so rough and demanding, only caring if he got what he wanted but not Stiles, he was delicate but strong and dominating when he needed to be which was so sexy and he seemed set on pleasing her before himself, he was always checking to see if things were okay before he did them, if she was comfortable with what he was doing and if she wanted it too. Which she did. God. She wanted it and still did but she just couldn't.

Lydia was beginning to get hot and bothered just thinking back to it. She couldn't lie, he was amazing in bed even though he didn't really know what he was doing and she could tell that he was so nervous he was shaking. He seemed so different around her, especially yesterday. I mean Stiles was usually so rude and sarcastic and arrogant but around her he seemed to become this sweet, innocent and charming guy that knew exactly how to make sweet become sexy real fast, he knew how to turn her on, how to make her feel like she was the only girl in the world that he wanted.

Lydia looked at the time on her phone as it read 1pm. She decided to quickly get up and go downstairs, maybe having something to eat or drink and curling up in her favourite blanket would make her feel more grounded and in control. As she walked out Jacksons room she looked upstairs towards Stiles, she wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking about it, maybe he was feeling the same way right now. She looked to the wooden stairs leading to his room as she remembered the night before when she was wrapped around Stiles and he was carrying up and in that moment she'd never wanted him so badly. Lydia shook herself. She had to snap out of this. She couldn't have him, she belonged to Jackson. Ew. She hated that term. Regarding Jackson, it made her feel like she was his property or something. But when Stiles said that she was his it just made her feel safe and protected and excited. But unfortunately Jackson was her boyfriend not Stiles and what happened last night could never happen again.

Once downstairs, she headed to the kitchen to get a coffee before heading to her favourite spot. After sitting there for awhile, a loud bang disturbed her as Jackson stomped in, he looked slightly baffled and extremely hungover. His hair was messy, unlike his usually perfect style and his clothes were dirty. He ignored her completely and ran upstairs swiftly to get changed. Lydia sighed slightly. She couldn't stand to barely look at him, she knew exactly that he'd probably been with that girl all night. She wondered how many parties he'd done that to her at, how many times she'd never noticed before. And yet he had the audacity to accuse her of cheating with Aiden? Maybe out of guilt? But not anymore, now they were both guilty.