I Dare You

Finding Out

One Month, 25 Days

Third Person P.O.V.

When Stiles and Lydia went back to school the next day, little did they know the trouble that was about to unleash.

Jackson had found out Lydia was going out with Stiles, but he didn't even know his name, only labeled him as a dweeb. Jackson thought Lydia was just mad at him like usual, and just wanted space for a while. But when Heather had mentioned a dare between her and Lydia, he grew interested on what it was. But let me just say, Jackson was not at all happy when he found out what the dare was, and that Lydia didn't even back out of it.

So when Jackson saw Stiles in the hallway, trying to open his locker, that was when hell was unleashed. Jackson walked to Stiles, and already had his hand clenched. Before Stiles could even say one word, a fist had connected with his jaw.

Jackson had punched Stiles in the face multiple times, which earned Stiles a bruised cheek, and a black eye. Three guys had to get Jackson off of Stiles, once they saw how close Stiles was to passing out, and the blood dripping off his lip.

Stiles could barely even see anything through his left eye, but finally relaxed when he felt Jackson get off of him.

"She's mine, not your's you dweeb." Jackson had clearly stated, making sure everyone knows. Even though Stiles knew that Lydia and Jackson's relationship was basically an off and on relationship. Jackson had only wanted Lydia because of sex, and that's it.

Stiles got up, and picked up his backpack along the way. He just wanted to go home. He walked through the long hallway, and managed to bump into Lydia without realizing it was her. I mean he couldn't really see through his left, so give him a break.

Lydia was about to say watch out, but once she saw who it was, Lydia couldn't help but be shocked. This was the guy that saved her from danger, and in return he get's a beating. She was about to call out Stiles', but stopped and realize that she couldn't. It might lower down her status in this school.

But it didn't take long before Lydia found out it was Jackson who had done it. When she saw him in the hallways, she grabbed his arm, and walked to an empty classroom. She closed the door, and let me say, if looks could kill, Jackson would be dead by now.

"WHAT IN LORD'S FUCKING NAME DID YOU DO THAT TO STILES?!" Lydia could care less that she was screaming at the top of her lungs, she could care less that probably the whole school could hear them, she didn't care at that moment.

"To who?" Jackson said, not recognizing the name.

"The guy you beat up." Lydia said crossing her arms.

"Oh him. He deserved it." Jackson said brushing off the topic like it was nothing. "But come on babe," Jackson said getting closer to Lydia,"I missed you."

Lydia knew by the tone of his voice, that Jackson just wanted sex at the moment. She pushed him back, making sure there was a bunch of space between them.

"No, I am not dealing with you today. We are through Jackson! You hear me?! WE. ARE. THROUGH!" Lydia said getting out the classroom, and slammed the door, making sure the her point was clear.

Lydia didn't know why she did it. But she didn't regret breaking up with Jackson. When Lydia went into her next class, she was kinda hoping to see Stiles in the room, because they had this period together. But grew sad that he wasn't.

When his name was called on the attendance list, Scott, which Lydia knew was Stiles' best friend, said that he went home.

Lydia felt guilty, not only had she been mean to him for sometime, but she was the main reason Stiles got hurt. Lydia was for sure that she would say sorry to Stiles, but not in public of course. She still has a status to maintain.