Anyone But Her

What Now?

After Stiles had finished telling Scott everything, he was left with his mouth open wide and his brain fizzing with questions. Stiles rolled his eyes at his reaction and sat back against his bed, so he lay flat against it.
"...S-so Youu like....a-and th-hen she?...with Jackson's g-girl a-and..." Scott rambled with confusion as he pointed between Stiles and the bed and downstairs. "Yes yes it all happened and now i'm in deep fucking shit." Stiles's replied to him in frustration as he closed his eyes for a split second before sitting back up and grabbing a lacrosse ball off his counter.

Scott stares at him briefly. "Dude it can't be that bad. I mean i know you're fucked either way and that Jackson will probably eventually find out and murder you and hide your remains and that Lydia can never truly be yours and because of that you can't fully move on but..." Stiles stopped playing with the ball and glared at him. "...Dudeee think of it this way, you got to have her, just for one night maybe, but man she is the girl of your dreams and you got to finally tell her what she means to you and show it and she didn't run away! Do you even know what this means?" Scott quickly proclaimed as he seemed almost excited kneeling on the bed next to him.

"That i'm fucking naive to ever think that a girl that perfect who also happens to belong to my half brother would ever get with me?" Stiles responded sarcastically as he flailed his arms in annoyance. "Noo...idiot...i mean apart from that...but you give it your best go, had some fun, gave her an option to chose you and now it's your turn to go out and find someone better!" Scott said back excitedly but Stiles was having none of it.

"Bro. You are CRAZY! I could never...i couldn't just...there isn't anyone i...man i fell in love with her, i don't want anyone else, they don't even compare." Stiles huffed as he sat up, turning on his phone and checking the time, noting that Lydia would probably be back soon. Scott playfully shoved his shoulder so he fell back slightly. "Stiles you can't be serious? There are so many girls out there and plenty of them will love you, why go after one who doesn't even want your love? and don't you dare act like you've just fallen in love with Lydia, man you've been in love with that girl longgg before you fucked her and you know it." Scott laughed as Stiles squinted his eyes at him.

"Shutt upppp don't say that out loud okay? He could hear you! and we didn't just 'fuck' we got to know each other, we made each other happy, we got to find out more about each other in ways we never had before, she made me c..." Scott quickly pushed Stiles off the bed with a disgusted face. "Bro! Shut the fuck up! I definitely don't want to know in that much detail! I can already guess thank you." Scott said getting slightly flustered before a sudden realisation struck his face.

"Wait...you had sex on this bed? You lost your virginity right here? didn't you?" He quickly asked Stiles while he just nodded in reply, confusion covering his face. Scott speedily jumped off the bed and sat on his desk chair, his face scrunched up in disgust. "Ewwwww dude why did you even let me sit down there?! Plus, i bet you haven't even changed the covers because they 'smell of her' or something!" Scott accused him quickly.

"Oh sorry man and well...okay i haven't but it's not cause of what you think it's just cause i'm a little lazy and i couldn't change them straight away the next day, Jackson would've noticed and got suspicious!" Stiles protested but before Scott could respond, they both heard the click of the front door opening and closing as Lydia had come back. Stiles' eyes went wide as he jumped up and immediately headed for his door but Scott hastily stepped in front of him.

"No. Stiles stop. Just like you told me with what happened on the stairs after? She's messing with your head bro. She can't have both of you and she definitely can't play with your emotions like that. You need her to know that it's either you OR Jackson or nothing, NOT both." Scott spoke clearly and sternly as his gaze never shifted from his eyes. Deep down Stiles knew he was right, but he didn't want to let himself admit it because rejecting Lydia meant no more intimate time with her, no more deep more than meets the eye looks between them, and especially, no more flirting. He didn't know how she'd react to him telling her straight and playing hard to get. He wasn't sure if he could deal with the horrible truth that she'd obviously pick Jackson over him.