Just me, Lydia.

Resist the Urge

"W-who is it?" His eyebrows furrowed.

I took my mask off and Stiles' eyes widened. "Oh my god." He muttered. I nodded and rolled my eyes. "I'm so so so sorry."

"I know." He face palmed. "Why did you come here? I didn't know you liked masquerade balls." I raised an eyebrow. He nervously twiddled with his thumbs.

"It was Scott's idea. After Malia did those things to me--I haven't really mingled since."

"And this is Scott's idea of mingling? Dragging a girl into a closet and making out?"

He chuckled a little. "You seemed to enjoy it." I smacked his arm. "What?! You did." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I mean...it was pretty fun. But--that isn't an excuse. You're sure you didn't know it was me?" He nodded and I sighed. "You're such a-"

"I know. Whatever names you want to call me, I am." He ran his fingers through his hair and I tried to fight the urge to kiss him again. That simple movement, was so hot.

"Well, I'll be out on the dance floor. Falling for nice, hot guys." I opened the closet door and Stiles grabbed my arm.

I looked at him and he stared into my eyes. He let go of me and I exited the room. What did that mean? I put on my mask and see Kira dancing in the outskirts of the floor with a handsome young man. She giggled and I couldn't help but smile at her. I loved seeing her happy.

Stiles ran through my mind. When Malia and him broke up after the "incident", he was so depressed. Almost as depressed as he was before the Nogitsune possessed him. I wanted to help him, but I was so aggravated. I would cry for days. Allison meant so much to me. Our pack was at it's definite worst then. And Aiden. I miss Aiden.

I turn around to see Stiles staring at me, still. "Wanna go outside?" I offer. He nods and we walk up the stairs and onto a bench in the freezing weather. "Stiles..."

"Mhm?" He looks at me. He has had this nervous twitch in his left hand since Malia left him. And he wouldn't stop it.

"Can you really tell me?"

"About what?" His thumb twitches.

"How you feel about me. " I see his chest rise and fall over and over before he gets the courage to talk.

He looks up to the sky. "We'd be good together, don't you think?"

"No." I reply.

"W-why not?" His eyes glaze over at me.

"Because I'll break your heart."

"Maybe I'll break your heart." His face remained emotionless.

I almost wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. "Nobody breaks my heart." He already has broken my heart. "I'm sorry about Malia." He shrugs and itches his neck. I grab his hand and slowly pull it down. "Stop it."

"I can't stop. It's just so itchy." I lace my fingers with his.

"Resist the urge." I look over to his neck. The huge scar that decorates the back of it. Almost like something so beautiful ruined, but made stronger. Something so metaphorical.

"Lyd," I nod a little, "why don't you believe me when I say that I really do care about you?" I look at his eyes. They look blurry because of the water they're filling up with. I rub his cheek with my thumb.

"I believe you. I just don't want to. I don't want to feel anything. It's too late, I guess." I lean in to him and put my forehead on his. I see a tear fall down his face and he squints his eyes shut. "Stiles, it's okay." I squeeze his hand tighter. He cries a little more and shakes his head.

"It's not okay." Kiss him. Lydia, just kiss him. I lean closer so our lips are so close that I can almost taste him.

"Lydia! You gave me a heart attack!" I snap away and see Kira behind me. "Oh....I'm sorry." Stiles turns away and wipes his tears as fast as possible. "Who is it, Lydia?"

"Nobody you know. Let's go home, okay?" She nods and I kiss Stiles' cheek. I whisper in his ear. "I care about you too." He covers his eyes and I walk away, meeting Kira. We get into the car and I receive a text from stiles.

-thank you.-