Right with me

Chapter 2

Stiles
I was taking Lydia Martin home, the girl I was crushing on since the third grade. I mean, I'm not gonna lie to myself and say I don't have feelings for her anymore, but everything's changed. I got a girfriend, whom I love, and get along with very well, but that doesn't mean feelings go away that easily. And Malia's not the jealous type, she's more of a "I don't really care who you can hang out just don't make out with them" I smile at the thought of her. It felt so wrong, having feelings for 2 people, loving one of them and being in love with one of them. Might not seem like there was a difference, but there definitely is. I park outside of my house, getting out of the car, Raindrops lowering down on my head. I search for the keys to the house, and when I find them I run and open the house door, before running to the Jeep to get Lydia inside of the house.
          "I'm gonna microwave some food, and you can take a shower, I'll leave you some clothes on my bed. First door on the left" I quickly say while running to the kitchen to grab some popcorn, which seemed to be the only edible food we had. And poptarts. Great. I place the popcorn in the microwave, before rushing to my dads bedroom. It looked..dull. When he was home he was barely there, he mostly likes to sleep on the couch, for no reason, trust me, I asked, a lot of times. I look around for a bit, before getting to the dresser. My dad decided to keep some stuff after my mom died, not a lot, but some. I grabbed some pyjamas that were hers and walked to my bedroom, placing them on the bed.
           "Stiles! Where is your bedroom?" I hear a blurred out scream from the bathroom downstairs.
          "Uh, second floor, last door on the right" I yell back. I grab my pyjamas and head to my dad's room. He has a night shift, I think, even he did come home earlier, he'd be fast asleep downstairs. I shut down the window blinds, and turn on a small lamp that was sitting on the bedside table. I take my phone out of my backpack, that was lit up with messages..from Malia, Scott and Allison . I decide to text Scott back first.

             "Hey did you get her home?"

             "Is she okay?"

            "Allison wants to talk to her"

            I decided to call him, not wanting to respond trough texts.

           "Stiles! Is she okay?" I immediately recognise Allison's voice trough the phone. Her tone was awfully worried.

          "Yeah, she's fine." I hear a loud sigh of relief. "I brought her back to my house, the storm was really terrible, and my jeep's still half broken" I try to say, not wanting to sound like a horny teenager, who knew this was gonna happen.             

         "You did what?!" 

        "If we were going to go, even a mile more, the jeep would've crashed. I have you to than for that." I jump on the bed, forgetting what a concrete mattress my dad had. I let out a silent 'ow'. My back felt like it landed on actual concrete, or I was just that picky on mattresses.

        "Can I please talk with her?" Allison asks me, while I get out of the bed, hardly, my back still hurt, but not that much. When I get to my bedroom's door, I knock, as she's probably changing. 

        "Come in!"

I enter the rom, where I see Lydia. She had a small tall under her hair, that was slightly wet, I guess from the rain. I also notice how she isn't 'wearing' the cloth on her hands. I shrug it away and give her the phone, saying it was Allison and she wanted to talk to her. I slowly retire from her room. And make my way to mine for the night, but as I'm walking towards the door. I hear Lydia scream, and immediately run to her. Where I find her, and Malia.

       "She just entered trough the window!" She half-screamed.

       "It's Malia, my girlfriend." I say running up to kiss her gently on the cheek. Lydia looks at me, still confused.

       "Does she, just like occasionally come trough your window?"

       "Yeah, I don't like the front door. And weren't you supposed to take her home?" 

       "Yesss, but you know, the storm, how Scott almost broke the jeep, I think you can put it together." I say while she lets out and 'ohh' and says goodbye to Lydia, hurrying me out of the room.

      "You're nice" She tells me while also putting her hands around my neck. To which I grab her waist and kiss her.

      "You're also hot" I giggle at her remark and let go of my waist. Then realising something, I forgot about the popcorn. I rush like hell to the kitchen, where I see the popcorn, exploded in the microwave. 

      "Why the hell would you make popcorn at 12 AM?" I hear Malia say. That was a good question, but I had a reason and a answer.

      "Lydia was starving and so am I"

     "When I was a coyote and I was hungry, I ate other coyotes"

     "So what you're implying, is that Lydia should eat another human?"

    "No dumbass, I was just saying. And why'd you make popcorn when you literally have the ingredients for a sandwich right there?" She asks me while pointing out to the counter behind me. That had bread, some cheese and butter. I almost yell. But I just, remain calm. And make a sandwich, I mean two.

    "Do you want one?" I ask Malia, that was looking at me, almost in disbelief, I believe because of how dumb I was a bit earlier.

     "Yeah, but I'll wait for you upstairs." She tells me, walking up to the stairs. I guess it was just me and...sandwich ingredients.~ After I finish them. I take one to my room, where Lydia was standing still, staring at the wall, with her back on the bed frame, slowly turning her gaze to me.

     "Thank you." She says, grabbing the plate, and taking a bite of the sandwich."Not only for the sandwich, for letting me stay here tonight." She adds, looking directly at me. Her eyes were the perfect shade of green, matching emerald green, just a little bit darker, the light in the room wasn't very good, but I felt like I could see myself in her eyes, Standing perfectly still, looking at her. 

     "Anywaysss, have a nice night! And you're welcome, no need to say thanks." I scratch the back of my neck aggressively while leaving the room, realising I left the plate with my and Malia's sandwich there. I head back, finding Lydia handing out a phone that turned out to be mine. I grab the plate and the phone and head out of the room.