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      Published: 2015-05-19 Updated: 2016-11-10 Chapters: 24/? Words: 59485
****** I'm Gonna Make You Love Me ******
by gabby227
Summary
     After his breakup with Jennifer Blake, Derek thinks that any girl
     would kill at the chance to be with him. So Stiles proposes a bet
     that he couldn't get anyone he chooses to fall in love with him
     within three months. And when Stiles just happens to choose Lydia
     Martin, can Derek go on with the bet, or will his own feelings get in
     the way?
Notes
     Okay, so this is just another I-only-dated-you-because-of-a-bet-but-
     then-fell-in-love-with-you-anyway AU. I have to thank Jess a million
     times, because without her this story would still just be another
     idea in my notebook. Also, thanks for beta-reading for me, hon,
     you've just made this story so much better!
     As usual, I don't have an updating schedule, but for the first time
     in years, I am working with a beta, so I'm going to try to get
     chapters up when I can, but I can't promise a timeline or anything.
     Please just be patient with me.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
He was the big man on campus. It was impossible to go to BHHS and not know who
Derek Hale was. Hell, everybody in town knew the Hales. Talia was a prominent
lawyer who took mostly abuse cases, and her husband William was a contractor.
He owned half the fucking town. And then there was Peter, who was also Talia's
brother, and he was a defense attorney. So yeah, everybody had heard of the
Hales.
It wasn't easy being the popular one at school. Sure, everybody wanted to be
popular, but nobody really appreciated the amount of effort that Derek had put
in. He had followed his Uncle Peter's footsteps, taking up basketball and
baseball, and the popularity was just coincidental. For a while, he dated
Jennifer Blake, head of the cheer squad, but after a while, things just went
south. Derek felt like he and Jen just didn't get along any more. While it had
been fun in the beginning, they just fought now. Derek knew he had to end it.
In the beginning, everybody loved them, they were the definition of the power
couple of the school. But they had quickly gone from the couple that everybody
envied for being so perfect, to the couple that nobody wanted to be. Derek
couldn't count how many times he had heard people whisper, I'm so glad that's
not me. He knew it was time.
Of course, one of the hazards of being popular was that by lunchtime, everybody
knew they had broken up. Derek knew that when Stiles started talking to him at
lunch.
"So I hear you and Jen crashed and burned," Stiles said conversationally at
lunch. Derek glared at him.
"It wasn't like that," Derek answered. Stiles gave him a look like he didn't
believe him.
"I'm just saying," Stiles said.
"Our relationship was over," Derek said. "Thinking we could save it would have
just been stupid. I mean, all we ever did was fuck and fight, and that just
wasn't healthy."
"Some people like it that way," Stiles said.
"Hey, whatever you and my sister do together, that's your own business and I
don't wanna hear about it," Derek said. It made Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Liam
laugh. Stiles just stuck his tongue out at him.
"Don't give him shit, Stiles," Scott said, jumping to Derek's defense. "That
kind of thing happens in relationships sometimes, and you know it."
"Really," Stiles said after a moment. "Because I heard that she said she could
do better than you."
"Please," Derek scoffed. "Better than me? Who could she get that's better than
me? I could have any girl I wanted eating out of my hand in a matter of weeks
if I wanted."
"Any girl, huh?" Stiles said. He looked around at Boyd, Scott, Isaac and Liam
before saying, "I don't know about you guys, but to me that kinda sounds like a
challenge."
"C'mon, Stiles, don't give him a hard time," Isaac said. That was pure Isaac;
he was the peacekeeper in the group. Growing up in an abusive household like he
did, he hated fighting and tried to discourage people from doing it as much as
possible.
Stiles, however, was ignoring Isaac. That was a normal thing, though. He
watched Derek intently and repeated, "Any girl, huh?"
"You think you can pick someone who wouldn't kill to be with me, Stilinski?"
Derek said accusingly. Stiles just smirked.
A silence had fallen over the table, so Derek said, "Go ahead. Pick someone.
Anyone. I bet I could have them eating out of my hand in a matter of weeks."
"Weeks?" Stiles scoffed. Derek really should've known better; all of his
friends were competitive, sure, but Stiles was the worst one. "I'll be
generous, Hale, and give you three months. If you can't get any girl I choose
to love you by then, it'd just be sad."
"Sure," Derek said. "Pick anyone."
"Okay," Stiles said, looking around the lunchroom. Biting on his lower lip, his
eyes traveled around the room and they landed on someone. He smirked slightly,
which was a pretty good indication that this wasn't going to be good, and then
said, "Her. None other than Lydia Martin."
"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" Isaac asked. "I mean, the Martins and
the Hales go way back. Laura dated Lydia's older brother, not to mention she
fucking babysat Lydia - along with a lot of the rest of us - when we were
little. Aren't you worried it would kinda fuck things up?"
"I'm sure," Stiles said. "I mean, unless you don't want it to be Lydia. Go
ahead, Derek. You can veto this one if you want."
Derek thought it over for a long minute. Lydia was the artsy girl, the girl
that got made fun of a lot because of her drawing, her paintings, but Derek
knew more of her than that. Isaac wasn't wrong when he said the Hales and the
Martins had been close. Lydia's parents had been really good friends with
Derek's, and even though Lydia's parents had been divorced for almost ten years
now, with Lydia's older brother off to college, Lydia and her mother still came
over for dinner quite often. He had been exposed to Lydia a lot more than the
others had, and he liked her. Even when they were younger, she and Cora had
been really close, and he had always wanted to talk to Lydia, to get to know
her better, but he had always chickened out. She liked her space, her privacy,
and he knew that she just wouldn't be interested in anything he had to offer.
She was also quiet. It wasn't that she was shy; no, Lydia said stuff when she
had something to say. But she mostly kept to herself and her circle of friends.
Nobody teased her about it, though - well, at least, not to her face, because
the last person who teased Lydia at all ended up with a broken nose and a
concussion, thanks to Cora. Lydia's circle of friends were very protective when
it came to her.
"Done," Derek said, making his decision. "I'll do it." And sure, maybe it
wasn't the greatest decision, that much was true, but it was the decision that
Derek was going with.
"Are you sure?" Isaac asked him hesitantly. "I mean, you're really sure?" The
reason that Isaac was so nervous was the fact that his girlfriend, Allison, was
friends with Lydia - best friends, as a matter of fact - and he knew that if
Derek ended up breaking Lydia's heart, Allison would never forgive him. "I
mean, seriously, Derek, think this over really well before you decide to jump
into it."
"Yes, I'm sure," Derek said. And then he watched Liam and Isaac. "I know your
girlfriends are friends with her, so do me this favor and don't tell them,
okay? They're her closest friends and won't be able to keep it from her. And as
my closest friends..." Derek let the last few words hang, making sure he looked
into both their eyes and stressed how they should be loyal to him,
"bros...before...well -" Derek stopped himself. After all, Malia was Liam's
girl and no way was he going to imply that his cousin was a ho.
Neither Liam nor Isaac were very proud of themselves when they nodded in unison
and said, "Okay."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm actually floored by the response this fic has gotten, and this is
     only the second chapter! And I've had several people tell me that
     this reminds them of She's All That, and I wanted to say, when the
     idea first came to me, I didn't even think about that. But then
     again, I've only seen it once and that was about fifteen years ago
     (yeah, I'm old).
     I'm sorry I'm so late with this, but recently my cousin had surgery
     and I've been taking care of her, and right now she's got an
     infection, so I've been taking extra care of her. It doesn't leave a
     lot of time to write. But hopefully I'll have more to write soon!
Lydia was in the middle of digging her Chemistry book out of her locker when
Derek came up behind her. He just watched her for a moment before saying,
"Hey."
Grabbing the textbook, she whipped around and just stood there for a moment,
"Hey who? Hey, me?"
Derek gave her his best smile and said, "Yes, I'm talking to you."
Lydia just looked at him, unimpressed. After a moment, she turned around and
started digging in her locker, looking for a pencil.
As if Derek magically knew what she was looking for, he leaned forward and took
the pencil that was tucked behind her ear, "I think you're looking for this."
Lydia felt a blush start to color her cheeks, but didn't say anything. In fact,
if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't have even noticed it. Derek,
unfortunately, was paying attention, though.
"Thanks," she said, slamming her locker door shut. "What do you want, Derek?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to do something after school today. I mean, we
can hang out, maybe get a coffee or something."
Lydia rolled her eyes, "Not all of us are rolling in money like you are, Derek.
I actually work for my money."
"Are you working today?" Derek asked.
"As a matter of fact, I am. From four 'til nine."
"Okay," he said. "What about tomorrow?"
Lydia shook her head, "No, but I'm not hanging out with you."
"Busy?" he asked.
"No, I just don't want to hang out with you."
"C'mon, don't be like that," Derek said, watching Lydia intently. "I just want
to hang out with you, get to know you better."
"We've been in the same class since kindergarten, Derek. If you wanted to get
to know me, why haven't you done it already?"
She had a point. When Derek looked up at her, he saw Isaac and Scott behind
her, watching the entire thing. He also knew they were listening - hell, with
their enhanced hearing, it'd be difficult not to listen. He really hoped that
Lydia didn't turn him down, though. That'd be pretty embarrassing, and he
wasn't sure if he'd ever live it down if Stiles found out about it.
"Okay, so you've got a point. Until now, I've never really wanted to get to
know you."
"So, what changed?" she asked, and Derek could tell that she was totally not
buying it. "I mean, if the idea just struck you, there has to be a reason,
right? What's your reason?"
"I've always admired you, Lydia," Derek said. He knew that she thought it was a
line, but it really wasn't. Lydia wasn't just beautiful; she was smart. Like,
IQ off the charts kind of smart. She'd never been tested, but her senior
curriculum was completely AP classes. She was also passionate - she wasn't
afraid to even argue with the fucking teacher if she thought they were wrong.
And they usually were. Lydia was fucking brilliant, and she knew what she
wanted and how to get it, usually. The thing that Derek really liked about her,
though, was the fact that Lydia wasn't afraid to be herself. And yeah, she was
an artist and people thought she was a real nerd for it, but Derek loved the
fact that she did what she was passionate about.
Derek was the way he was because people expected it from him. He was a big
basketball and baseball star, just like his Uncle Peter had been before him.
There was another side to him, though; a side that nobody saw. And yeah,
Derek's friends were nerds in the fact that they like comic books, if you could
call that being a nerd, but Derek didn't let anybody see the journal that he
kept with him all the time. He carried it in his bag, and it's where his best
ideas were stored.
He was a writer, not that he let anybody know about it. Boyd knew about it, of
course, but that was because Boyd was his best friend and he was more than just
the garden variety jock. Boyd understood. He understood that Derek was kind of
nervous to be who he really was. Boyd wasn't a nerd in his own right, but he
understood Derek more than anybody ever could. Derek appreciated Boyd more than
the rest of them.
It wasn't like they wouldn't understand. Hell, Derek knew that Scott, Isaac,
Liam and Stiles would get it if he explained it to them. But part of Derek was
worried what everyone else would say. He just had this pressure on his
shoulders, this pressure that he needed to be a certain way. Maybe it was the
price to pay for popularity, Derek wasn't sure, but it had been this way for as
long as he'd been popular.
"You've always admired me?" Lydia said, and it was her voice that brought Derek
back to reality. She snorted and rolled her eyes, "Please."
"It's true. So I thought that if you weren't doing anything, we could hang out.
We could go to that coffee shop that you love and just talk."
"Yeah, right," Lydia said cynically. "Save it. I know your game, Hale."
"Really?" he asked, slightly taken aback. "And what do you know about me?"
"You're gonna come over here with your expensive clothes, your million dollar
smile, and try to make me trip over myself to get together with you. If I get
involved with you, I'm just going to be another notch on your bedpost, and I
refuse to let that happen. So go fuck one of those groupie bitches that follow
your group around. Your little game isn't going to work on me." And with that,
Lydia flipped her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, rolled her eyes,
and walked away.
After she had gone, Isaac and Scott came over to Derek. Isaac, the bastard, was
laughing.
"That was really great," he said, getting his laughter under control.
"Seriously, that was just awesome. Well, maybe not awesome, but still, thank
you, that was fucking hilarious."
Derek didn't say anything, but cocked an eyebrow at them.
"Lydia isn't like other girls," Scott said. "She's different, so you're gonna
need a different approach when it comes to her."
"I can handle this," Derek said, watching the two of them;. "Like I said, any
girl would kill to be with me."
Isaac snickered. Derek looked at him and Isaac said, "Hey, I'm just saying, if
any girl would kill to be with you, then what do you call what just happened
with Lydia Martin?"
Derek sighed, but didn't say anything. As much as Derek hated to admit it,
Isaac had a point.
-x-
"I saw you talking to Derek Hale earlier," Allison said to Lydia that
afternoon. The coffee shop where she worked was pretty dead right now, so
Allison was keeping her company while she was working. Occasionally, she would
get a customer, but the boss told Lydia that as long as she was working, she
didn't mind Allison being there. "What was that about?"
Lydia shrugged, making a customer's pumpkin spice latte. For a brief second,
Lydia wondered why the hell they even put that on the menu in beginning of
September. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she looked at Allison, "He
wanted to hang out."
"Hang out?" Allison asked as Lydia handed the coffee to the customer. "Like
how?"
"I don't know, Ally," Lydia said. "He said something about hanging out. Y'know,
getting to one another better. I told him I wasn't interested."
"Why not?"
Lydia rolled her eyes, "Seriously, Ally? We've known Derek for years - hell,
you should know him better than anybody."
"You mean because Isaac's his adopted brother?" Allison asked, and Lydia
nodded. "Sure, Isaac grew up with the Hales, but he assures me that Derek isn't
what everybody sees. He says there's a part of him that nobody even sees."
"Yeah, sure," Lydia said cynically.
Allison shrugged, "I dunno, Lyds, it seems like Isaac would know better than
anyone, considering he actually lives there and everything. Besides, you can
just hang out with Derek. Give him a chance. I mean, what could happen?"
"Easy," Lydia said. "What could possibly happen? How about him trying to work
his magic over on me, for starters."
"Magic, really?" Allison asked, trying to hold back a giggle.
"Yes, magic. He has this ability to woo over any girl at school. Why doesn't he
try it on one of them instead? It would make everything so much fucking
simpler."
"Because, Lyds, when Derek decides he wants something, he doesn't stop until he
gets it."
"I worry about the company your boyfriend keeps," Lydia said, almost
sarcastically. "I mean, is Isaac ever like that?"
Allison shook her head, "Nope. He's always a perfect gentleman."
Isaac grew up in the Hales' household because when they were younger, Isaac
kept showing up to school with bruises and it came out that his dad was abusing
him. Talia was the one to prosecute Mr. Lahey and since Isaac had no other
living family, she didn't want him to go into the system. She knew a lot of the
bad things that happened in the foster care system and couldn't bear it if
Isaac went through that after the hell he'd endured at the hands of his father,
so she offered him a place to stay. The Hales had been registered foster
parents for a long time, so that's why they took him in to begin with. A few
years later, they were putting the adoption papers through, and even though
Isaac kept the Lahey name, he was legally part of the Hale family.
"Why don't you ask Cora about it?" Allison asked. "I mean, Cora knows her
brother, right?"
Lydia shrugged as she heard the bell above the shop door ring. When she saw it
was Derek that came in, though, she sighed heavily.
Allison made a face at her and said, "I really should get going. Isaac's coming
over to my place so we can study for the big French test. I'll see you later,
though, 'kay?"
Lydia sighed, signaling that she was not happy about this, but nodded anyway.
"Sure. I'll see you later, Ally."
After Allison had gone, Derek came up to the counter. "How's it going?" he
asked her.
Lydia rolled her eyes, "Is there something that you want?"
"Yeah. I came for coffee."
"You don't have coffee at your house?" Lydia asked. She rolled her eyes and
took his order anyway, and then poured his coffee. She said, "What do you want,
Derek?"
"What do you mean?" He seemed genuinely confused.
"I mean, in the twelve years that we've been in the same school together, the
twelve years we've been in the same class together, you've never wanted to get
to know me. Whenever I would have sleepovers with Cora, or whenever Laura
babysat for me when I was a kid, you'd practically run the other way. I'm
weird, remember? People don't trip over themselves to get to know me, so why
the hell are you doing it?"
Derek shrugged, "New year, new leaf and all that jazz. I'd like to get to know
you, Lydia, if you'd just let me."
Lydia just watched him.
Derek took a sip of his coffee and then said, "You and Stiles used to be pretty
close. I mean, back in elementary school, the two of you were practically
inseparable."
"That's true," Lydia said, "but when we entered sixth grade, he declared
himself too cool to hang out with me, remember? He wanted nothing more to do
with me, and that was fine with me."
Derek didn't have to hear her heartbeat to know that she was lying; he could
tell just by the look on her face. Even though it had been a long time ago, her
face showed that it still hurt as much now as it did then.
Deciding it was best to change the subject, Derek said, "Look, Lydia, my offer
still stands. Today's Friday, so if you're not busy this weekend, maybe we can
get together. Maybe have dinner or something."
"Are you asking me out?" Lydia asked, like she couldn't believe what was
happening. Derek just nodded.
"Look, Derek, you're a nice guy and everything, but we wouldn't work," Lydia
said. "You've got your group, I've got mine. I just...I think that, if
anything, we should only hang out as friends."
"For now," Derek said. Lydia just watched him.
"I like you, Lydia," he said. "I'd like to get to know you better. So what do
you say to lunch tomorrow?" When Lydia opened her mouth to answer, Derek held
up his hands in surrender and said, "As friends. You can even pay for your own
meal if you want. There's no pressure here."
Lydia sighed, "I'll think about it, Derek."
Derek nodded, mentally gloating. Hey, it wasn't a no, so that was cause for an
internal victory dance as far as Derek was concerned. "Works for me," he said.
"I know you're friends with Malia and Cora, so call one of them with your
answer. I'll see you later, Lydia." And with that, he walked out of the shop.
-x-
"He wanted what?" Allison screeched into the phone at her friend. Isaac just
watched her for a moment like she had gone insane.
"I told you," Lydia said, sighing. "He wanted to go to lunch with me tomorrow."
"Are you gonna?" Allison asked.
"I don't know," Lydia said, shrugging even though she knew her friend couldn't
see her. "I mean, he seemed pretty genuine, but I also know that Derek knows
how to put on an act when he needs to. I've seen him do it a dozen times."
Allison thought it over and then said, "Why don't you go with him. Just once,
to see if you guys click or have anything in common. I mean, what's the worst
that can happen? You're just sharing one meal together."
"I love you, Ally," Lydia said, "but sometimes I hate your fucking trusting
nature. It's gonna get you hurt someday, you know that, right?"
Allison laughed, "I'm not all that trusting. Besides, my dad's been training me
with a bow and arrow and in knife work since I was old enough to know that
knives are sharp. I'm pretty confident in my ability to keep myself alive."
Lydia nodded, "Yeah, I know that. But still, I just...I don't know if it's a
good idea or not. Part of me wants to go, but the other part of me is just
waiting for something bad to happen. I know he's got an angle - he's got to
have one - but what the fuck is it?"
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Lydia dialed Cora's number three separate times before she actually had the
nerve to push the call button. Every time she dialed it before, she hung up
before she could even call her. She was fucking nervous.
So what if she accepted Derek's offer to go to lunch today? So what if they
were just gonna hang out? She made it abundantly clear that they were only
going to go as friends. She just wasn't sure what Cora was going to say about
it.
"'lo?" Cora answered groggily. Lydia took another glance at the clock - no
fucking wonder. Everybody knew that neither Cora nor Malia got out of bed
before noon on a Saturday, and it was only ten.
"Y'know, Cor, if you don't spend so much time partying, you wouldn't be this
drag ass tired," Lydia laughed into the phone. She was just joking, of course -
Cora wasn't really that kind of person.
"Fuck you," Cora said playfully. "You know that we can't get drunk."
"Yeah," Lydia said, "but you guys can't get high either. It doesn't stop Isaac
from trying, though."
Isaac had only been a werewolf for a few years, since he was fifteen. He had
been ten when he went to live with the Hales, and while he knew they were
different, Talia didn't just turn children. She had really strict guidelines
whenever someone came to her and asked for the bite.
"He says he doesn't do it for the high," Cora said, clearly waking up. "He says
it eases his mind."
Lydia laughed.
"Besides," Cora said, and Lydia heard a rustling, like Cora was moving around
in her bed, "there is a way for werewolves to get drunk and high. I know it has
something to do with a special brand of wolfsbane. Other than that, I have no
clue, and neither Mom, Dad, nor Uncle Peter will tell us what it is."
"Probably for the best," Lydia said. "I cannot imagine what you guys must look
like wasted. Might be a scary sight."
"So Lyds," Cora said after a moment's silence, "you know I love talking to you,
but why are you calling so early on a Saturday morning?"
"Early?" Lydia asked. "Cora, it's ten o'clock."
"Yeah. And everybody knows I don't get out of bed until at least noon." Lydia
heard some more rustling and then Cora say in the background, "Goddamn it, Mia,
move over a little bit. You're gonna push me off the edge."
"Did Malia have a nightmare last night?" Lydia asked. Cora sighed and then
said, "Yeah."
Malia's story was different than the rest of the Hales. She was a Hale, she was
Peter's daughter. When Malia's mother, who had been Peter's girlfriend at the
time, found out she was pregnant, she ran. She was a werecoyote, like Malia is,
and she raised her out in the woods. They were literally coyotes for years.
When Malia's mother was killed by hunters, Malia fled. Turning back to her
human form for the first time in almost nine years, she decided to try to find
her father. Her mother had told her once (when she was quite young, before she
could survive being a coyote all the time) that her father was a cruel and
impatient man, and she was in danger around him. But that just fueled Malia's
curiosity to find him even more. After Malia's mother was killed, she was
confronted by a woman who said she was a US Marshall, and someone had been
looking for her. Apparently, Peter had hired this woman - Braeden, she said her
name was - to find Malia.
Even though Malia had been living with the Hales for going on six years now,
she still had nightmares about the hunters that killed her mother right in
front of her. Whenever she had them, she was known to climb into bed with the
nearest person. It used to be Laura, but since Laura started going to NYU a few
years ago, Malia had practically attached herself to Cora.
It wasn't usually a problem. Malia just went wherever Cora went. That's one of
the reasons that Lydia had become fast friends with Malia.
"Tell her I'm sorry," Lydia said. Whenever it came to Malia and her nightmares,
Lydia felt so helpless, because there wasn't really anything anyone could do
for her. She was destined to deal with the PTSD that followed.
"Anyway," Lydia said, after a few moments of silence, "I want you to deliver a
message to your brother for me."
That woke Cora up right away, "My brother? Since when do you talk to my
brother?"
"He came into the coffee shop last night while I was on shift. He invited me to
lunch today."
"You're shitting me," Cora said.
"Nope, I am not. Ask him yourself."
Cora groaned, "And what's the message you want me to give him?"
"I want you to tell him to get this whole us dating stuff out of his head. I
will go to lunch with him, but as friends. I don't want anything more from
him."
"Seriously?" Cora said. "I mean, he's my brother and I love him, but you know
of his reputation, right? Are you sure this isn't a trick?"
Lydia shrugged, even though she knew Cora couldn't see her. "I don't know," she
said truthfully. "But Allison told me to give him a chance. So I'm giving him
one fucking chance. He fucks up and that's the last he'll hear from me."
"I don't know about this, Lyds," Cora said. She sounded every bit as hesitant
as Lydia felt.
"Look, just tell him I need to know the time and place. And since you guys are
loaded, he can pay for my lunch. But it's not a date," she said, stressing the
last part. "Tell him to remember that."
"Sure," Cora said, mumbling her goodbyes to Lydia. Once they hung up, Cora
looked over and saw her cousin watching her.
"What, Mia?" Cora asked.
"I wonder what Derek wants with Lydia," she said softly. "I mean, he's never
shown interest in her before, right?"
Even though Malia had only been living with them since she was eleven, she had
gotten pretty close to most of the members of the family. Malia was more of an
observer than a participant, considering how she was a coyote for nine years of
her life. Even now, even though she hadn't been a coyote for almost six years,
she still had trouble grasping societal norms, sometimes. In fact, that was how
the girls had met Allison.

It was the first day of sophomore year for Lydia, which meant it was the first
day of freshman year for Cora and Malia. Malia was freaked out. She had been
homeschooled for a while, since Talia was unsure of how Malia would do in a
public setting. She had had a tutor come and work with her three times a week
until Malia could get used to being a human again. Considering Malia had lived
as a coyote since she was four, it was more difficult than she had thought it
was going to be.
Talia didn't want to send her to junior high. But when time rolled around to be
entered into high school, Talia had told Malia that she needed an education.
She had been working with Malia to try to make her more comfortable as a human,
and she taught her control. The alpha, beta, omega chant that she used to teach
her children control actually worked a lot better on Malia, even though Talia
hadn't been a hundred percent sure if it would or not.
On the first day of freshman year, Cora was classic Cora. She was still the
essential tomboy, the girl who hated anything girly and who would rather stab
herself in the eye with a fork than wear a dress. But Malia still hadn't grown
into herself in public yet.
"I hate my math teacher already," Malia had whined to Cora and Lydia at lunch.
"Can I claw his eyes out? Or eat him? When I was in the woods, I ate my
enemies."
"You could always shift and pretend to be rabid," Cora had said. Lydia shot her
a look. Cora ignored it as she finished, "I mean, it might make him run away
and never look back."
Lydia triedreallyhard not to burst out laughing at the two of them. The way
that Malia said things were just so matter-of-factly and she had no idea what
was wrong with the things she said. Cora, on the other hand, knew better.
"Mia," Lydia said, shooting Cora another look, "We don't use our special powers
against regular humans. Didn't Talia tell you that?" When Malia nodded, Lydia
looked over at Cora, who was trying not to bust up laughing, "And you. You know
better. Don't encourage her."
"Yeah, but it'd be so much easier," Malia said, sighing.
"Are they serious?" a voice came from behind Lydia. She looked over and saw a
pretty girl with dark brown hair and these beautiful deep brown eyes just
watching them. It was someone that Lydia had never seen before.
"No," Lydia said quickly, as Malia said "Yes." The girl just looked even more
confused.
"We haven't met," Lydia said. She stuck her hand out, "I'm Lydia Martin. These
girls are Malia and Cora Hale."
The girl smiled and shook Lydia's hand, "I'm Allison. I'm new here, my dad just
moved back."
"Movedback?" Cora asked. "Can I ask his name?"
"Chris. Chris Argent."
At the very name, Cora tensed up, but Malia didn't know what was going on. Of
course she didn't; she hadn't been around the time that Kate Argent had tried
to trap the Hales in the estate and set fire to it. Lydia cleared her throat,
"Related to Kate, I'm assuming."
Allison nodded, "That's my aunt. But I don't talk to her anymore. Dad doesn't
even talk to her anymore. She's kind of crazy."
"That's an understatement," Cora muttered.
"Anyway," Allison said, and Lydia could tell that there was no discouraging
this girl, so she tried to think up an excuse. She was too late, because Malia
said, "I spent most of my childhood as a coyote in the woods."
Allison made a face, "Huh?"
Cora sighed, "There's only one way to do this, Lyds." She turned to Allison,
"Did your dad ever tell you about werewolves?"
"Sure," Allison said. "I've only been in training ever since I was old enough
to understand the concept." She looked worried for a moment, "Why? Are there
any here?"
Cora let her eyes flash gold and Allison looked nervous. Lydia sighed and said,
"Don't worry, she's not gonna hurt you. The Hale pack protects this land. And
that's your code, right? We hunt those who hunt us?" Allison nodded, so Lydia
continued, " The Hale pack doesn't hurtanyone. Or else they answer to Talia -
and trust me, she can bewayworse than even your crazy aunt."
Cora guessed that she should be thankful that Allison hadn't outed their
secret. In fact, Allison went home that very day and asked about the Hales, and
she got the whole story. The girls had become fast friends, and, of course,
when Jennifer Blake and Erica Reyes had approached Allison, she shut that down
immediately.

"I don't like bullies," Allison had said immediately. "You guys qualify."
"We're not bullies, they're just losers," Jennifer had said. Lydia avoided her
gaze.
"Doesn't matter if they are or they aren't. I can tell the good from the bad,
and you are the worst. Careful, or else I'll let slip...well, if people think
thatthey'relosers, wait until they find aboutyou."
Jennifer and Erica looked at Allison skeptically. "You're new here. You don't
know shit about us," Jennifer had said.
Allison made a face. "Really?" she asked. "Because all I'd have to do is let
slip that your dad is about two minutes away from losing his job, and most of
your friends will run." Then she looked at Erica and said, "And your seizures.
I wouldn't call anyone else a loser when you deal with that. It's not fair to
bully others but expect them not to do it back."
"How...what?" Jennifer stuttered. "How'd you know that?"
Allison smiled sweetly before looking at Jennifer and then Erica, "That's my
secret. Now get out of here, or else peoplewillfind out."
Once they were gone, Cora looked over at Allison, "How'd you know that stuff?"
"My dad taught me to be observant," Allison said. In an imitation of Chris'
voice, Allison said, "'Ally, you have to be observant. Look for clues that
people try to hide. Look for things that aren't always out in the open. It
could save your life one day.'"
Cora looked confused.
"That skirt and those shoes that Jennifer's wearing? They're knock offs. The
real skirt is about two hundred dollars, but you can get that one for twenty
five. And those are imitation Jimmy Choos. The real ones can cost up to two to
three hundred a pair, but I know for a fact that those are fifty dollar shoes.
Does she look like a type of person that would normally wear knock offs?" When
Cora shook her head, Allison continued, "And Erica is wearing an ID bracelet.
My cousin has one just like it - it's for a medical emergency. There's a symbol
on it which means she's epileptic."
"Oh my God," Cora laughed. "I love you five hundred percent more now."
"Cor," Malia said, snapping Cora out of her thoughts. "You need to go talk to
Derek."
Cora nodded, "Yeah, I do." She got up and went over to Derek's door. Knowing
that Talia, William and Peter got up early on the weekends to do charity work,
she started banging on Derek's door.
"Jesus Christ, Cora," Derek said, opening the door. "What the fuck?"
"I should ask you the same question. What are you doing fucking around with
Lydia?"
"Good," Derek said. He watched as Cora plopped down into his computer chair.
"She called you. What'd she say?"
"Before that, Derek, tell me something. What are you doing fucking around with
Lydia?" Cora asked again, a little more forcefully. "Lydia is my best friend
and I need to know what you're planning with her."
"What, are you here to give me the don't hurt her or else speech?" Derek asked
sarcastically. "I thought the father did that."
Cora sighed, "I'm being serious, Derek. I don't know if she can handle getting
her heart stomped on."
"Jesus, Cora, just tell me what she fucking said," Derek growled.
"Calm down already," Cora said. "She said that she'll go to lunch with you. But
it's just as friends, even though you're paying."
"Why am I paying?"
"Because we're loaded, as Lydia put it," Cora said. "Seriously, though, Derek,
when Lydia's parents got divorced, her father took practically everything they
had. Why do you think she's got that crappy job? She needed a way to help out
her mom after Riley went to college. The least you can do, even though you're
just going to lunch as friends, is pay for her fucking meal."
Derek nodded, "Sure, Cor, I can do that."
"Okay. Now tell me the details so I can text them to her. I don't trust you
with her phone number just yet."
"I'm your big brother," Derek stated, clearly annoyed. "You should be able to
trust me."
"I should be able to, you're right," Cora replied. "But with the company you
keep, sometimes I wonder."
"Hey now," Derek said. "Those guys whose company I keep happen to be you and
your friends' boyfriends."
Cora shrugged, "Yeah, and I know my boyfriend can be an asshole sometimes." She
sighed heavily before saying, "Just give me the details, Derek."
"Fine," Derek said. "Tell her to meet me at Minnie's at one. Or do you think
she's going to need longer than that to get herself ready?"
Cora rolled her eyes. "You spent way too much time with Jen," she mumbled, even
though she knew Derek would hear her. "Lydia takes half the time to get ready
that Jen did. Lydia isn't even half as high maintenance as Jen was. That's
something you need to remember."
Derek nodded, "Noted."
"I'll tell her to meet you at Minnie's at one. That should be more than enough
time for her to get ready."
Chapter End Notes
     Since this is an AU, I want to point out a couple of things. In this
     fic, Chris & Victoria aren't together. He found out about Kate trying
     (and failing) to burn down the Hale house, and found out that Gerard
     was behind Kate being such a psycho (seriously, she comes with her
     own warning) so Chris no longer talks to them. He separated himself
     away from them. When Victoria found out, since she's from a hunting
     family as well, she left Chris. There was a big battle about who
     Allison was going to be raised by but Chris won. This is more like
     season 3 Chris, who is tired with all the bullshit his family pulled
     and wants to raise Allison with the "We protect those who cannot
     protect themselves" code.
     I'll probably say all of this in later chapters, but I wanted to
     point it out now to avoid confusion.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     I've been meaning to post this for a couple days, but I haven't been
     feeling well. I've got the next two chapters already finished but I'm
     not really sure when I'm going to be able to post them yet. So enjoy
     the chapter and please be patient with me.
"You decided to take my advice then," Allison was saying to Lydia through
Skype. Lydia was watching the clock, deciding to leave at a quarter to one.
Beacon Hills wasn't very big, and it only took about ten minutes to get around
town (unless you lived in the middle of the preserve, like the Hales did).
"Yeah, I took your advice. But if you were wrong about him, I'm blaming you,
Ally," Lydia said.
Allison nodded, "Seems fair, I suppose. So where's he taking you?"
"We're only doing this as friends," Lydia emphasized. "And we're just going to
Minnie's. Y'know, that diner over on Main Street? I'm actually pretty fucking
thankful that he didn't want to go anywhere more expensive. He is, after all, a
Hale."
"Yeah, but so is Cora, and look at how she turned out," Allison responded.
Lydia took a moment to think it over.
"True point," Lydia said finally. "Look, it's not a date. It's just two people
having lunch together. I don't really know Derek and this will be the perfect
opportunity to find out if we have anything in common."
"Like I said," Allison said.
"Yeah, yeah," Lydia muttered. Glancing at the clock, she said to Allison, "I've
gotta log off now. I'm leaving in just a few minutes."
Allison nodded on the computer screen and said, "Sure. I"ll talk to you later,
okay Lyds? Call me after your date."
"It's not a date!" Lydia exclaimed.
"Okay, fine," Allison said. "I correct myself. Call me after your not-date."
Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes, "I'll see you later, Ally." And with that,
she logged off.
Lydia could drive to Minnie's in her sleep. Her big brother Riley loved to eat
there when he lived at home and he took Lydia there too many times to count.
That, of course, was after the divorce and their father left them with
practically nothing to their name except a new stepmother who was less than
half his age. She was barely five years older than Riley. Now they never saw
him. He was too busy with his new wife and their daughter.
Lydia tried to think of something else. Nobody really knew how she felt about
her father abandoning the family like he had. It was something that she didn't
think about. No, she had put all that hate and frustration into her art, but
she never let anyone see those paintings. They were really dark and she would
probably end up in Eichen House if anybody ever saw them.
She arrived at Minnie's about ten minutes early. Now, Lydia Martin was known
for a lot of things, but she was not known for being early. She was almost
always fashionably late to everything. Well, the things that mattered, she was
on time, but other than that, she just...wasn't. As she parked her car, though,
she noticed the Camaro was already in the parking lot.
She spotted him right away. Derek was in a booth, talking to a waitress. Lydia
recognized her right away - it was Amy Bradley, Jennifer's right hand bitch.
And Derek's eyes were roaming up and down her body. Lydia rolled her eyes and
thought, Typical Derek. She went over and said, "So have you been here long?"
"Lydia," Derek said, surprised. Obviously he had been too busy checking Amy
out. When Amy got a look at Lydia, she made a face.
"This is who you were waiting for? What, you can't do any better than that?"
"Back down, bitch," Lydia said. Yeah, she'd been taking lessons from Cora, and
she just wasn't in the mood for this right now. "Just turn around and walk
away."
Surprisingly, Amy did as Lydia said, and Lydia looked at Derek. "This was a bad
idea," she said, sighing. "I should've never shown up here. I'm just gonna go."
"Lydia, wait," Derek said, grabbing her arm. Instead, she just yanked it free.
"Don't, Derek. I'll see you later." With that, she left.
-x-
When Lydia got home, she called Cora, Malia and Allison. She invited them over
for a sleepover and told them that her mom was working the late shift at the
hospital and that she was intending on getting smashed tonight. She needed to
get drunk.
"Werewolves can't get drunk," Cora said. Lydia heard Malia clear her throat, so
Cora amended, "Okay, werewolves and werecoyotes can't get drunk." Lydia laughed
because that was so Malia. She didn't like being excluded, and she was
different.
"I know, but you drink anyway," Lydia said. "Or don't drink. I've got Riley's
collection of superhero movies which I am planning on watching."
"Ooh, superheroes," Cora said. Well, she's in, Lydia thought to herself. Cora
loved superheroes. Honestly, Cora loved any kind of movie with action in it.
Of course, Malia had wanted to to tag along, too. After all, wherever Cora
went, Malia followed - not that any of them minded. Lydia told them to come
over around six and she'd order some pizza for dinner. It was then that Cora
reminded her that werewolves, or rather werewolves and werecoyotes, as Malia
was still watching her, needed meat on their pizza to survive. Lydia responded
with a 'yeah, yeah' and hung up.
She got home to a note from her mom, telling her that she picked up an extra
shift at the hospital. She had traded with Melissa McCall because Melissa
wanted that Friday off in order to go to Scott's lacrosse game. Even though
Scott was in Derek's group of friends, he was an okay guy, and Melissa was such
a sweetheart. Lydia had known her for a long time, with as many times as she'd
been in the hospital to deliver dinner for her mother.
After throwing the note away, Lydia went upstairs to change into a pair of
pajamas. She dug her shorts and matching spaghetti strap top out of her dresser
and went to take a hot shower.
She hadn't been in the shower for more than five minutes when she heard the
front door open and close. She heard Cora yell, "Hey, Lyds, you here?"
It wasn't like Lydia had super hearing. No, banshees didn't get that kind of
luxury. Cora just knew how to yell so she was heard. She had her brother and
sister, plus Malia, and there were always kids over at the Hale house. Being
used to people not realizing she was there, Cora just made them realize it
instead. Knowing that Cora did had super hearing, Lydia yelled to her that she
was in the shower, and she let the water run down her body for a minute. She
washed herself quickly and got out of the shower, getting dressed. She towel
dried her hair and went into the living room to find Cora and Malia there. Cora
was looking through the newspaper ads when she saw Lydia.
"Hey," Cora said gently. Lydia knew something was up; Cora was never gentle,
and she never sounded the way she sounded right now.
"So I tried to ask my brother how your not-date went today," Cora started, and
she noticed Lydia tense up, "but he just told me it was none of my business, so
I figured you told him off or something. So, what happened?"
Lydia shook her head, "Nothing. I got there, he was flirting with the pretty
waitress, and I left. That's it."
"You weren't dating, though," Malia said, clearly confused. "What do you have
to be upset about?"
"Mia, think about it this way," Cora said. "You liked Liam from the very second
you saw him, right?" Malia nodded, so Cora continued, "Now, say you didn't want
to date him, at least not yet, but he asked you out and you said you had to
think about it. And then, he starts flirting with someone else. How would that
make you feel?"
"Really bad," Malia said.
"Exactly." Cora watched Lydia for a moment and then said, "Want me to punch him
for you?"
"Nah," Lydia said. "I'm not like that. I'll be okay."
"You might not be," Cora answered, "but I am. It was a lousy thing for him to
do and I hate that he made you feel like that."
"It's fine," Lydia said. "I should've known that he wasn't serious. I mean,
nobody wants me, and I'm cool with that. I'd rather be painting, anyway."
"C'mon," Malia said, getting up and giving Lydia a hug. When Lydia asked her
why she did that, Malia answered, "You smelled sad. I didn't like it."
"Thank you, Mia," Lydia said softly.
-x-
"So, strike one, huh?" Stiles said to Derek over Skype that night.
"What do you mean? Do you have people spying for your stupid little bet?" Derek
asked him.
Stiles shook his head, "No, but Kira was passing through the diner and saw what
happened. She told Scotty, who told me."
Derek rolled his eyes, "It wasn't supposed to happen that way. I don't even
know why she got so upset - we were there as friends, which, by the way, was
her idea."
"Think about it, dude," Stiles said. "You asked her out. When she gets there,
you were flirting with some other girl."
"I wasn't flirting!" Derek exclaimed. "I was just chatting with her."
Stiles rolled his eyes, "Please, Der. That was Amy, right? She's one of Jen's
friends."
"Yeah," Derek mumbled.
"Look, the reason I picked Lydia when we started this bet was because I knew
she isn't going to fall for your normal charms the way everyone else does. You
may have everyone else in that school wrapped around your finger with your
smarts and charm, but Lydia's different."
"Obviously," Derek groaned.
"Do you wanna call this thing off?" Stiles asked.
"We never specified what you get if you win," Derek said, the thought just
coming to him. "I mean, what do you want if you win?"
"Well," Stiles said, thinking it over. "I've been having a lot of issues with
my jeep lately. I mean, I will never abandon her, but she needs a serious
revamp." Derek was quiet while Stiles continued, "I win, you chauffer me around
for a month. Anywhere I wanna go."
"That's all?" Derek asked, clearly confused. He figured that Stiles would want
more.
"Yep, that's it. What do you want if you win?"
Derek really had to think about it. He wasn't in this for whatever he was going
to win; he was in this for the pure sport of it. Stiles' parents weren't
exactly rich, so he couldn't get absolutely anything, but he wasn't sure what
he wanted. Then an idea struck him.
"A hundred bucks," Derek said suddenly. "I wanna get the new Smash Brothers
game that just came out."
"That's only, like, sixty."
Derek shrugged, "A hundred bucks, Stiles. Take it or leave it."
"Sure," Stiles said after a moment. "I can live with that." He sighed, watching
Derek pretty intently for a minute before saying, "You think you can get Lydia
to crack? Because, lemme tell ya, Derek, it won't be that easy."
"Nothing worth having is ever easy," Derek said, and it made Stiles bark out a
laugh.
"Seriously, dude, with all those inspirational quotes you randomly say, you'd
think it was your mother that was the teacher, not mine."
Derek just shrugged.
-x-
Between Lydia and Allison, the two people who could actually get drunk, they
managed to polish off a bottle of Absolut and a bottle of Jack. And sure, Lydia
liked her girly drinks every once in a while, but when she wanted to get drunk,
she chose the hard stuff every time. Allison had more of a taste for the hard
liquor since that's what her dad kept around.
Natalie had gotten home around two to the four girls in the living room, passed
out. She had covered them up with a couple of blankets out of the entry way
closet and kissed Lydia on the forehead, going up the stairs and to bed
herself.
When Lydia woke up around one the next afternoon, she noticed that, while Cora
and Malia were still out cold, Allison was up and at the dining room table,
drinking coffee with Natalie and talking to her. Lydia groaned as she got up
off the floor and stood up.
"Decided to join the land of the living, huh, Lyds?" Allison asked teasingly.
Lydia wasn't worried about Allison talking in front of her mother. Natalie
Martin had had an agreement with her two children - they were allowed to drink
while they were at home as long as they didn't go anywhere. She wanted them to
be able to learn about vices and comfort zones in their own home, where they
were comfortable, instead of out with questionable company.
"It's too freaking early," Lydia groaned.
"Too early?" Natalie asked, her voice showing amusement. "Lydia, it's after
one."
"Really?" Lydia asked, rubbing her forehead. "Doesn't feel that way."
"Do you want to talk about it, dear?" Natalie asked, taking a sip of her
coffee. Lydia groaned and walked past her, getting her own cup of coffee.
"What do you mean?" Lydia asked, pouring a little milk and adding some sugar to
her coffee.
"Well, you don't often get right into the liquor cabinet, so I was just curious
to what had happened," Natalie answered.
"Nothing, Mom," Lydia said. "Everything's just peachy."
"For some reason," Natalie said, zeroing in on her daughter's sarcasm, "I'm
starting to think that's not the case."
Lydia shrugged, "Things are fine, Mom. I don't really wanna talk about it."
Natalie nodded, "Sure, sweetheart." She glanced at the clock on the wall and
then said, "Well, I've got a shift in about an hour, so I'll talk to you girls
later, okay?"
Once Natalie was gone, Allison looked over at Lydia, "Drinking it away isn't
going to work, you know."
"There's nothing to drink away, Ally," Lydia said. "Nothing's going to come of
me and Derek. I don't even understand why he asked me to lunch in the first
place when he was just flirting with Amy Bradley when I got there."
"Amy Bradley?" Allison asked incredulously. "You mean, Jennifer Blake's right
hand bitch?"
"Not right hand anymore. Erica Reyes got that promotion a while ago, remember?"
"Still, the point stands," Allison said. "Jennifer and Derek's breakup was
practically legendary. Everybody was talking about it the other day."
"And I was pretty sure that you don't go for idle gossip, Ally," Lydia said.
She gave Allison a look, "Seriously, what happened to you?"
Allison laughed, "It's not like that, Lyds. Things are quiet around here right
now and I just...I think that maybe you should give Derek another chance."
Lydia laughed, "Yeah, right. Exactly how many chances to you think he
deserves?"
"I dunno, Lyds," Allison said softly. "I just think that there's more to Derek
than what you say there is."
Lydia shrugged, "I dunno, Ally."
There were a few moments of silence that followed, as both Lydia and Allison
sipped at their coffee, and then they were interrupted by Malia and Cora coming
into the kitchen. "Ooh," Cora had said, wiping at the sleep in her eyes,
"There's coffee. Lydia, you're a goddess."
Lydia smiled as Allison said, "Hey genius, Natalie's the one who made the
coffee."
"Don't care," Cora said, pouring herself a cup of coffee and using a god-awful
amount of sugar in it.
When Lydia realized how much sugar she used, she cringed, "Wow, Cor, has Stiles
rubbed off on you that much?"
Cora just shrugged before sitting down. Malia grabbed a bottle of water out of
the refrigerator before doing the same.
"So what are we talking about?" Malia asked after taking a few gulps of water.
She looked expectantly between Lydia and Allison.
"Your cousin being an asshole," Allison answered as Lydia took a large drink of
her coffee. "I think Lydia should give him another chance."
"Are you kidding me, Ally?" Cora asked. "Derek fucked up. He shouldn't get any
more chances."
"I dunno, Cor," Allison answered, getting up to pour herself another cup of
coffee. "I mean, maybe he realizes he fucked up."
"Don't, you guys," Lydia said, feeling her emotions start to bubble in her
chest. "No guy wants me. He obviously wanted me there to humiliate me, or
whatever. It's fine. I'm fine with my paints."
Cora watched Lydia closely. "Have you been with anyone since Jackson left?" she
asked softly.
When Jackson Whittemore's father got transferred to London, it had broken
Lydia's heart. It wasn't like they really had anything; it was just a fuck
buddy relationship. But they were friends, and had been pretty good friends
even though he had been one of the popular ones. One of the reasons Lydia had
even started sleeping with him was because she wanted some experience. She just
sort of fell in love with him along the way without meaning to. They still
talked over Skype quite a bit, whenever they both had time.
Lydia shook her head, "No, but it's okay. I'm fine by myself, you know."
The girls were silent, but Cora nodded.
After they finished their coffee, Cora told Lydia that she and Malia needed to
get home and tend to their Sunday chores. Lydia nodded, hugging them both
before they left. And then Allison looked at Lydia and said, "What do you wanna
do now?"
"Well, I'm going to take a shower," Lydia said, standing up. Allison followed
suit. "Do you need to be home at a certain time?"
"No," Allison said. "Things are really relaxed with me and Dad right now, and
with no threat around, he really doesn't care, as long as I keep my eleven
o'clock curfew."
Lydia nodded. She sighed, "Well, after my shower, I'm gonna paint a little bit.
It'll ease this pain in my chest a little."
Allison nodded, but then said, "I don't think he meant to hurt you, Lyds. I
think it was just Derek being a jock. They don't seem to understand anything."
Lydia nodded. "Yeah," she said, "but I wish he did."
***** Chapter 5 *****
Lydia didn't sleep very well on Sunday night. She kept replaying everything
over and over in her head about Derek and the disastrous lunch date. It wasn't
even supposed to be a date. She was the one who had insisted on that, and she
knew it. She had no reason to be hurt.
When she went to school on Monday, she was ambushed at her locker by Derek. She
was pulling her French textbook out of her locker when she felt him approach
her.
"Can I help you?" she asked him, pulling the pencil out from behind her ear.
She also grabbed her sketchbook and then slammed her locker door shut.
"I wanted to apologize for Saturday," Derek answered honestly. "I talked to
Stiles later that night and he helped me realize that I was flirting with Amy.
I didn't mean to, I swear."
"You have nothing to apologize for," Lydia answered honestly. "You did nothing
wrong. I was the one who had no right to get upset. It wasn't a date; it was
just lunch as friends, and I blew everything out of proportion. I'm sorry I did
that."
Derek watched her, and it was at this moment that Lydia realized he had the
most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. They were green, but with specks of brown
and gold. They almost looked hazel in the right light. They were just gorgeous.
Riley always told her that eyes were the windows into the soul, and she wanted
to believe that, because Derek's eyes just looked so...so honest.
"It's okay," Derek said. "So I was wondering...what's your schedule like this
week?"
Lydia shrugged, "I'm working every day except for today. I needed to get a few
more hours, so I'm picking up extra shifts."
"Well, you wanna hang out today? Try this whole hanging out as friends thing
again? 'Cause I really would like to get to know you, Lydia."
Lydia just watched Derek for a few moments, trying to figure out if she could
trust him, before finally saying, "I guess so. Meet me at the coffee shop after
school."
"The one you work at?" Derek asked. He was clearly confused.
"There aren't exactly a whole lot of coffee shops around here, Derek," she
answered. "Besides, I like it there. And Betsy's working today, and she makes
the best caramel cappuccinos I've ever tasted. I swear, they're like crack. I
also love the ambiance. It's just really laid back. I do a lot of studying
there."
Derek nodded, "Sure. I'll see you later."
Lydia smiled, "Sure, Derek. See you."
While she was walking to Morrell's class, she could've mentally slapped
herself. Why was she giving him a chance? She'd known Derek practically her
whole life and he'd never wanted to get to know her before now. What the fuck
was his angle anyway?
She didn't really think about it that much because once she sat down, Allison
looked over at her, "What's going on, Lydia?"
"I just have one thing to say to you, Ally," Lydia said, sighing. "I'm giving
him one more chance. We're going to the coffee shop later today to hang out. If
you're wrong again...well, you'll no longer be my best friend. Got it?"
"Did it ever occur to you that you're looking for an angle that doesn't exist?"
Allison asked her. Lydia stopped for a moment to ponder that thought.
"I don't know, Ally," Lydia sighed. "I've known Derek a long time. If he was
interested, wouldn't he have made a move by now?"
Allison shrugged, "You never know. Isaac always says that Derek thinks things
through differently than most people, so what he's doing may make sense to him,
even though you think he's crazy."
Lydia sighed, "I'll keep that in mind."
-x-
"So, what's happening?" Stiles asked Derek later at lunch. "Did you and Lydia
kiss and make up?"
"There was no kissing involved," Derek said, glaring at his friend. "We're
meeting later today at the coffee shop."
"Why?"
"Well, in order to win this bet of yours, I'm going to have to get her to be my
friend first, don't you think?" Derek said, taking a bite of his sandwich. He
chewed over his thoughts and swallowed before saying, "I'm gonna win this
thing, but I need to make her trust me."
"Have you ever thought about what's going to happen when she finds out this was
all a bet?" Isaac asked, speaking up. "She's never gonna forgive you - you know
that, right?"
"That's why she's not gonna find out about that," Stiles answered for Derek.
"Can you imagine what she would do to us if she found out about it?"
Derek just let that sink in for a moment. Sure, he had taken the bet because he
did like Lydia, but he didn't really think about what was going to happen if
Lydia ever found out about it. Lydia was a small thing, and she usually hated
confrontation, but Derek knew that before Riley Martin went off to college, he
had taught his little sister how to take care of herself.
"She's not gonna find out," Derek said eventually, noticing that everyone was
looking at him. "I mean, Allison, Malia and Cora don't know, right?" He looked
at Liam, Stiles and Isaac in turn. They all shook their heads.
"Are you crazy?" Stiles asked. "Do you know what your sister would do to me if
she found out that this bet was my idea? She'd fucking kill me."
Derek nodded, "Yes, Stiles, I'm aware. I just had to be sure."
"So what's plan B?" Boyd asked after a few moments. He opened a small bag of
Doritos and watched his best friend carefully.
"Coffee shop," Derek said. He noticed the looks he was getting, so he added, "I
asked Lydia to meet me at the coffee shop. She goes there to study anyway."
"What does she have to study?" Stiles asked. "The semester just started."
"She likes to stay on top," Isaac answered. "I mean, she's at the top of the
class for a reason, right?"
Something was bothering Derek, though. So, turning to Stiles, he said, "Why
aren't you and Lydia friends anymore?"
Stiles shrugged, "We were changing. We were both getting interested in
different things. I was more into sports and stuff and she liked her drawings.
It was a mutual decision."
Derek shrugged. He knew that Stiles was lying to him by the way his heartbeat
spiked, but decided not to mention it. He didn't want to deal with Stiles being
all pissed off.
The rest of the day passed, and Derek was counting the hours until he could
meet Lydia at The Grind. He was actually pretty grateful that he didn't have
any practices after school for a while. When the final bell rang, he
practically bolted out of the school, but was stopped by none other than
Jennifer Blake herself.
"Hey, Der," she practically purred, and Derek just rolled his eyes. He knew
that something was up; that was the tone of voice she used when she wanted
something.
"What do you want?" he asked her rudely. He didn't care how he sounded; he
needed to get out of there.
"I just saw you and thought we should catch up. I know we're not dating right
now, but we could still get together and have a little fun...right?" She ran
her finger down his arm and, while he used to find the whole process hot as
hell, it was just making him queasy now.
"Sorry, I can't," Derek said. "I'm meeting someone at The Grind. In fact, I
should be there now."
"Can I tag along?"
"Look, Jen," Derek said after a moment, his irritation showing. "We broke up.
Things were just really bad between the two of us, and I just didn't see them
getting any better. Our relationship was not healthy, okay? And I've already
moved on from you."
Her eyes narrowed, "Who could you get that's better than me?"
"You're not everything," Derek answered. "I have my eye on someone else, if
she'll even give me the time of day."
"Who is it?"
Derek rolled his eyes, "I'm not going to tell you so you can harass her. Just
let me go, okay? You'd be good to move on, yourself."
"But Derek," Jennifer said, and Derek wanted to just get the fuck out of there
already, "I love you. I thought you loved me."
Derek sighed softly, "I'm really sorry, Jen. It just wouldn't work between the
two of us." And with that, he managed to get away from Jennifer and into the
Camaro.
-x-
Lydia checked her watch for the fifth time in the past two minutes. He wasn't
coming. She had been sitting there, drinking coffee for the past twenty minutes
and he hadn't shown up yet. Well, even if she was stood up by Derek, at least
she had one of Betsy's kickass caramel cappuccinos. She wasn't sure how the
hell she made them so good, but Lydia would take them over anything else.
Lydia sighed; she really should've known better than to think Derek was going
to show. This was just more typical Derek.
"Been here long?" Derek asked as he suddenly appeared in front of her. It
surprised her.
"About twenty minutes," Lydia answered, taking another drink of her coffee. "I
was starting to think that you weren't going to show."
"Sorry about that," Derek apologized. "I actually ran into someone and they
wouldn't let me go fast enough. I was trying, honest." He ran a hand through
his hair as he said, "I'm gonna get a coffee. Don't go anywhere."
Lydia nodded and watched Derek go up and get his own coffee. Derek took his
coffee the most boring way ever - black. And yeah, Lydia didn't need all the
sugar and shit that Stiles and Cora put in their coffees, but she couldn't
handle the overwhelming bitterness of a black coffee, either.
When Derek came back, he said, "So, what're you studying?"
"I know the semester just started," Lydia said, watching Derek closely. "Cora
gives me shit all the time for this, but I'm not gonna let anyone beat me for
valedictorian. I refuse to let that happen, okay? I know that Danny's right
below me, followed by Stiles, but I'll be damned if I don't get that top spot.
I've been working my whole high school career to get that fucking spot and
nobody's gonna make me miss it."
"Calm down, Princess," Derek said, and Lydia looked at him with a raised
eyebrow. "Hey," he said, noting the look she was giving him, "if you don't like
the name, I won't call you that, but it fits. Everyone thinks you're a sweet
princess, but you're not, are you?"
Lydia laughed, "Not where my grades are concerned. I'm one of the smartest
people in that whole goddamned school and I'm gonna show it. Besides, I need a
scholarship. I'm going to art school next year - the only things that are going
to stop me are injury and death - and Mom can't afford to send me there, so I
need to get all the financial help I can get."
"Which school?" Derek asked.
"I'm still doing my research," Lydia answered. "There are a few that have
caught my interest, but I'm not one hundred percent sure yet. I know that I
don't wanna leave California, though." She paused for a moment and then added,
"And I don't mind if you call me that. Y'know, if you really wanna."
Derek nodded.
"I know what you're thinking," Lydia said, going back to her original topic.
Derek looked at her, a silent urge for her to go on, so she said, "I'm smart.
What's a smart girl like me doing going to art school and not to MIT. I'm
wasting my future, blah, blah, blah." She said the words so matter-of-factly
that Derek wondered how many times she'd heard them.
"I honestly wasn't going to say any of that, Lydia," Derek said softly. Lydia
just watched him. "I mean, yeah, you're pretty brilliant, that much can't be
denied. But also, I admire you because you do what you're passionate about and
you don't care what other people say about you. You've stood your own against
everybody in that fucking school and you don't care what they think."
"Yeah, but that's more because of your sister and cousin," Lydia laughed. "Cora
and Malia aren't afraid to punch people if they hurt me."
"I know that," Derek said, taking a drink of his coffee. "I mean, I can't count
how many times Cora's gotten suspended for you. And every time it's happened,
she's always been terrified to tell Mom, but Mom always looks proud of her."
Lydia shrugged, "They're my best friends, you know. I mean, Ally will always be
my bestest friend, but Cora and Malia...they're something special."
"You're a genius, Lydia," Derek said. "You should know that's not a word."
Lydia shrugged, "Yeah, well, I'm using it anyway."
Derek just laughed.
A few moments of silence passed between the two of them, but they weren't
awkward or uncomfortable. They almost felt...oddly right.
"So, Derek," Lydia started, looking up from her textbook. Derek's eyes met hers
and he looked a little...puzzled. "Tell me more about you."
"We've known each other since we were kids."
"True," Lydia said, closing her textbook. She took another drink of coffee.
"But we really don't know one another, do we? Besides, you were the one who
said you wanted to get to know me better."
"That is true, I guess," Derek answered. "Well, what do you wanna know?"
They spent the next three hours just talking to one another. They talked about
their favorite movies and music, about what they wanted to do after high
school, they talked about foods and activities. Lydia didn't want to admit it
to anyone, but she actually had a good time with Derek.
He was in the middle of a sentence. She knew he was, but she wasn't paying
attention to the words that were leaving his mouth. Instead, she was thinking
about his body. She was actually thinking more about his complexion, about how
gorgeous his features were. She didn't even feel the slightest bit sorry when
she interrupted him, saying, "I wanna paint you."
Derek looked confused.
"I'm sorry," Lydia said. "I really should have been paying attention to you,
but you've got such classic features. I would love to paint you sometime."
"I don't know how to take that," Derek laughed.
"It's a good thing. So maybe when we've both got some time, if it's okay..."
she left the question hanging in the air, and was very happy when Derek said,
"I would like that."
-x-
He was calling it a win. Derek spent over four hours that day in the coffee
shop getting to know Lydia. And yeah, she was beautiful, but she was also down
to earth, sweet, compassionate, and deep. Compared to Jennifer, who'd been a
kiddie pool, Lydia was practically a fucking ocean.
"What are you so damn happy about?" Cora asked him the next morning at
breakfast. She was rubbing sleep out of her eyes as she poured herself a cup of
coffee. "It should be illegal to start anything before ten in the morning."
"Don't whine," Derek said. "It doesn't become you, little sister."
"Bite me, Derek."
"God, you're cranky this morning," Derek said. "And for your information, Lydia
and I went to the coffee shop yesterday and just talked. We spent four hours
getting to know one another, and I think she's gonna give me a chance."
After she took a drink of her coffee (and proceeded to burn her tongue on said
coffee), Cora set down the mug and went right up to Derek. She got in his
personal space and poked him in the chest with two fingers, "You hurt her,
Derek Hale, and I swear to God that even you won't be able to heal from what
I'll do to you."
"I don't intend on hurting her," Derek said, taking a drink of his own coffee.
"Then what's your obsession with her lately, huh?" Cora asked. She sat down at
the kitchen island counter and watched her brother take the stool next to her.
"Why do you even care?"
"New year, new leaf," Derek said. "Why does it matter to you so much?"
"I don't know, Derek, it's just...Lydia doesn't need anyone messing up her life
any more than it is, okay?"
"Why are you so protective of her, Cor?" Derek asked softly. It was a question
that he'd always wondered; Cora and Malia seemed to be super protective of
Lydia, and everyone in Derek's group always wondered why. "Did something
happen?"
"Do you know anything about her dad, Der?" Cora asked. Derek just shook his
head slowly.
"He left. About three years after the divorce, he met someone who was less than
half his age and they went off and got married. He took Natalie for everything
she had, and while they used to be rich, they barely have anything now. Why do
you think Lydia works so much? She needs that money. And since Riley moved to
Berkeley, Lydia had to help her mom somehow, right? Natalie's all the time
picking up extra shifts at the hospital and working doubles. Lydia needs
someone to look out for her, okay? And I'm going to do that until she tells me
not to. Lydia spends so much time taking care of everyone else she doesn't have
the time or energy to take care of herself. That's what Ally, Mia and I do."
Derek was pretty taken aback, "But she never complains, and she -"
"Derek," Cora interrupted him, seeing his confusion. "Lydia's not a whiner,
okay? She doesn't want anyone else to know her pain. Why do you think she
spends so much time pushing people away? What do you think your ex would do if
she finds out that Lydia has to work extra shifts this week just so she can
make her car insurance payment?"
"She can't make her car insurance?"
"She can, and will be able to when she gets paid on Thursday. Look, it's not a
big deal, Derek, but Lydia's been through a lot. She just doesn't let anybody
see it. She's missed out on a lot of crucial rites of passage, okay? She's
never even been on a date before."
"Lydia's beautiful," Derek said. "I can't imagine that nobody would want to
take her out at least once."
"She and Jackson Whittemore had a thing a few years back," Cora said. "But then
he left for London after his dad got transferred. Broke Lydia's fucking heart,
too. But they weren't dating. Lydia doesn't trust very easily."
Already the wheels were spinning in Derek's head, trying to figure out
something nice he could do for Lydia. He watched his younger sister for a
moment before saying, "Uh, did Lydia go to prom last year?"
Cora shook her head. "No," she said softly. "She couldn't afford it. Instead,
she worked that night. I doubt anybody even realized she was missing."
"You did," Derek said.
"Well duh," Cora said to her brother. She took the last few drinks of coffee
out of her cup, "Of course I knew she was missing, and so did Ally and Mia. But
nobody else cares, Der. It's just me, Mia and Ally that care about Lydia -
nobody else gives a shit."
All of the sudden, Derek was pretty upset with Stiles. He looked at Cora, "Do
you and Mia need a ride? I've gotta go talk to Stiles."
"What about Stiles?" Cora asked. And shit, Derek forgot that Cora and Stiles
were involved with one another. He'd have to think up a pretty convincing lie.
"We have a thing," Derek said. trying to act nonchalant. "Something to do with
school. It's not important. Do you guys need a ride or not?"
"I'll call Lydia or Ally," Cora said. "One of them will be able to pick us up."
"Okay," Derek said. "I'll see you later, little sister."
He left Cora sitting at the kitchen island counter, watching him exit the room,
wondering what the holy hell just happened.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     This is the last chapter I have already written, so it may be a while
     before I update again. I mean, the next chapter is about half-
     written, but anything could happen. I don't give myself deadlines
     because I write when I can and I don't want to feel guilty if I don't
     make a deadline (which, I totally do) so I can't give you a date or
     time or anything, but I appreciate you guys being so patient with me!
It wasn't uncommon for Derek to show up at the Stilinski house before school,
so when Claudia Stilinski opened the door and saw Derek standing there, she
didn't think anything of it.
"Stiles didn't say anything about you picking him up this morning," Claudia
said, stepping aside so Derek could enter.
"Well, he told me that the jeep is having problems," Derek said, wiping his
feet on the rug in front of the front door, "and besides that, we needed to
talk to each other anyway. It's school stuff, the project for Finstock's
class."
Coach Finstock was someone that Claudia didn't really talk to, so she wouldn't
question it. When Derek made up the lie, he knew that Claudia was one of the
most beloved teachers at the high school, so he just picked one of the teachers
she didn't really talk to. As far as everyone was concerned, Coach was just
neurotic. Nobody really got him.
Claudia nodded, "Well, he's in the kitchen with John. Go ahead in. Have you had
breakfast, dear?"
Derek nodded, "Yes ma'am, I'm good."
Derek liked it at the Stilinski house. Both Claudia and John were good people
who worked hard and did their best to raise their son. Stiles even had an
agreement with his parents - they didn't lie to each other. They were really
close to one another, and Derek was pretty sure it was because when Stiles was
eight, Claudia had been diagnosed with cancer. It was in remission now, but
Stiles always talked about wanting to be close with his parents in case today
was their last day.
The house always smelt of home and safety to Derek. He knew everyone else's
parents - Scott's mom the best, considering she and Peter had been involved for
quite some time now - but it was John and Claudia Stilinski that he trusted the
most.
Part of it was because of who they were. Derek was used to hiding the werewolf
secret from everyone, but Claudia was Talia's emissary, and had been since
before Derek was even born. That's part of the reason that Derek and Stiles had
become friends in the first place. They had been around one another for as long
as Derek could remember.
When Derek entered the kitchen, both Stiles and John looked up from their
breakfasts.
"Hey, Der," Stiles said, eating the last of his toast. "I didn't expect to see
you this morning."
"We've got that thing," Derek said, hoping that Stiles would catch on. "That
project for Finstock's class? We should really talk about whatever it is that
you want to do for it."
Derek recognized when Stiles got what Derek wasn't trying to say out loud. He
swallowed the rest of the orange juice that was in his glass and looked at
Derek, "Sure thing. We can ride to school together."
"I thought we could take my car," Derek offered. "You were telling me just the
other day that your jeep needs work."
Stiles nodded, "Sure thing." Getting up, he grabbed his bag, looking at his
parents. He kissed Claudia on the cheek and said, "I'll see you guys later."
Once they were in the Camaro, Derek looked at Stiles, "What game are you
playing, Stiles?"
"I'm sorry?" Stiles asked. He was genuinely confused.
"You know about Lydia, don't you? You know that she has to work extra hours to
keep herself and her mother afloat. You knew that her father took practically
everything they had."
Stiles shrugged, "I don't really know, Derek. We're not friends anymore."
"Why not?" Derek asked. "And don't lie to me this time, Stiles."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew you were lying the other day when you said it was a mutual decision.
Your heartbeat spiked. So tell me the truth - what really happened to your
friendship with Lydia?"
"She and I were into different things," Stiles said. "That much wasn't a lie.
She was more into her paints and I was more into sports. I guess it was the
fact that we were in middle school and we just didn't have much in common
anymore. I thought I could do better than her. Besides, that was about the time
that she started to hang out with Cora and I started hanging out with you
guys."
Derek nodded, but bit his lip so he didn't say anything. Why was he getting so
damn emotional about this? He just started hanging out with her. He had no
reason to feel this way.
"Well, I was informed by my sister this morning that if I hurt Lydia, she's
gonna do something to me that even I won't heal from," Derek said, turning into
the school parking lot. "Cora's really protective of Lydia, you know. And she
explained to me why."
"Look, I know how much Lydia means to your sister and cousin," Stiles said.
"But you made the bet, and I'm not gonna go back on it."
Derek nodded, "I figured you were gonna say something like that." When Stiles
nodded, they went their separate ways.
-x-
"My brother told me that the two of you hung out yesterday afternoon," Cora
said conversationally at lunch that day. It was just the two of them; Allison
had a tutoring session in the library and Malia and Liam had disappeared with
one another once the bell rang. "What happened?"
Lydia shrugged, opening a container of strawberries and looking over at Cora,
"He asked me to hang out. Yesterday was the only day I have off all week, and I
figured why not. Besides, I did some thinking about last weekend, and I was the
one who overreacted. I just want to know why the sudden interest, y'know? It
has me really curious."
"And what happens when you figure it out?"
"Either it'll be really good or really bad," Lydia said, picking up a
strawberry and biting into it. "I mean, I wanna think better of him. He is your
brother, after all."
"Just because he's my brother doesn't mean he's good or trustworthy," Cora
said.
"Maybe not," Lydia said, biting into another strawberry, "but I want to think
he is. I mean, you guys are telling me that I need to learn how to trust
people. But now that I'm talking to your brother, you're about ten seconds away
from throwing a bitch fit."
"Maybe Ally's right," Cora started, unwrapping the sandwich she had brought
from home. "Maybe I'm worrying for nothing. You know, looking for an angle that
doesn't really exist. But I'm still worried. You have been through a lot, Lyds,
and I wanna make sure that someone is there for you."
Lydia smiled, "Thanks, Cor, but I'm gonna be okay. Besides, as long as I keep
my mind on my studies and on working, things are going to be just fine."
-x-
He was watching her from across the lunchroom. God, even though Lydia was just
sitting there, eating strawberries out of a container and talking to his
sister, Derek thought she was absolutely captivating. And when she laughed at
something Cora said, her whole face just lit up. She was beautiful. And the
worst part was that Derek was pretty sure that Lydia had no idea just how
beautiful she really was.
"God, Der," Isaac's voice broke through Derek's thoughts. He looked at Isaac as
Isaac continued, "Does Stiles know how bad you've got it for her?"
Derek cocked an eyebrow, "I didn't realize I was that transparent."
"You're not, not exactly," Isaac said. Derek was grateful that they were the
only two at the lunch table right now. "Dude, I've lived with you guys for
eight years. I know how to read you pretty well, and I can tell that you like
her. Why go on with the bet? Why not just, I don't know, go over there and say
hi? You spent a long time yesterday getting to know her, after all."
"Because," Derek sighed, "even if I wanted to break off the bet, I couldn't.
Stiles informed me this morning that he's not letting me out of it without
giving in. Which means I have to chauffeur him around for a month, even if I
don't want to do this anymore. He can be such a fucking bastard, I swear to
God."
"Do you not wanna do this anymore?" Isaac asked gently. "I mean, Lydia deserves
more than that, doesn't she?"
"She does," Derek said, "but I'm going to keep on getting to know her. She's
never gonna know about the bet. I mean, I'm never gonna tell her, and neither
are you."
"You're forgetting about the rest of the guys," Isaac said. "What about them?"
"What about who?" Scott sat down at their table, across from Isaac, and Boyd
sitting next to him. "What's going on?"
"Nobody is telling Lydia about the bet," Derek said. "I mean it. I don't want
her knowing, so you guys aren't gonna tell her."
"Don't worry about me, dude," Scott said. "I like my testicles right where they
are. We all know how well Cora'd respond to news like that. I'd just hate to be
Stiles if she ever found out."
And the thought of his sister kicking Stiles' ass? That made Derek smile like
he hadn't in a long time.
-x-
Lydia was bored. She still had an hour and a half of her shift left and nobody
was coming in. It was particularly slow for a Tuesday, but then again, they got
most of their traffic right after school. It was almost eight o'clock now and
Allison had told her that she was busy with Isaac tonight so she couldn't come
in and keep her company.
Lydia was surprised, however, at eight-oh-five, when Derek walked through the
front door to the coffee shop. She watched him, eyebrow cocked, and once he
came up to the counter, they spent a good five minutes just staring at one
another.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him, once the silence started to drive her
crazy. "I mean, I figured you'd be busy tonight."
"I figured you'd be busy, too," Derek answered. "But Isaac told me that he and
Allison had plans and I know she usually keeps you company. And nothing's
really going on at my house."
Lydia watched Derek for a moment. Finally, she shrugged before telling him,
"You've gotta order something. Andrea only lets Ally hang around because she
occasionally orders a coffee or a muffin."
Shrugging, Derek gave her a coffee order and also ordered a chocolate chip
muffin.
"So about yesterday..." Lydia started, her voice trailing off. She handed Derek
his order and he gave her cash. As she put it in the register, she continued,
"Uh, what was that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Derek, I'm really suspicious of all this," Lydia said. She was nothing
if not honest - sometimes bluntly, if necessary. "I mean, you and I have known
each other for a really long time. Hell, our parents were really good friends
with one another. But you've always had your group and I've had mine. So what's
changed?"
Derek sighed, "I'm gonna be honest with you. I've been a stuck up asshole and
I'm sorry about that. But you're a good person, Lydia, and I want to get to
know you. Maybe you and I can get to know each other and you'll take me up on
that date."
Lydia sighed, "I'm sorry, Derek, but I still don't think that you and I would
go well together. Friends is okay, though, but I just don't think we'd click as
a couple."
Derek's features changed as she was watching him, but he didn't say anything. A
few long quiet moments passed between the two of them before Derek said, "How
about giving me a chance, Lydia? I mean, one date. If you don't have a good
time, I'll never ask again."
Lydia sighed, knowing that Derek wasn't going to give up anytime soon, so she
crossed her arms across her chest. "Fine," she said, after debating it in her
head. "One date. But if the night is royally screwed up, I reserve the right to
say I told you so."
"That's fine, Lydia," Derek said, practically doing a victory dance in his
head. "When are you free?"
"I'm working all this week," Lydia said. "I'm only working the morning shift on
Saturday, though, and I get off at one. How about then?"
Derek nodded, "Sounds good to me. I'll call you."
"You don't have my number."
Derek watched her carefully, "I know, but Cora and Malia do. I can get it from
one of them."
Lydia nodded, "Okay, sure." She was still really unsure about this whole thing,
but figured that it was best not to argue about it. "I'll see you later,
Derek."
He waved back at her as he exited the shop.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     I cannot believe it's been almost a month, I'm so sorry for that!
     This chapter has been half written for almost half of that, too,
     since I had a really bad block for a while and couldn't update any of
     my stories. But inspiration struck so I finished yesterday. I hope
     everyone enjoys the chapter, and thanks for being so patient with me.
The week passed pretty quickly. Well, at least it did for Lydia. She was so
busy that she didn't have time to sit and dwell on anything.
For Derek, however, it felt like Saturday was never gonna get there. And maybe
he should have been paying more attention to other things, but he was still
pretty thrilled that Lydia had actually agreed to go out with him.
Saturday morning, however, Derek was awoken by Cora banging on his bedroom door
until he actually got up and opened the fucking thing. Glancing at his clock,
he realized that she shouldn't have even been up yet.
"Damn it, Cora, it's only ten thirty," he complained. "What the fuck is so
urgent?"
Cora shrugged, "I can't sleep. Mia's taken up residence in my bed and told me
that if I moved one more time she was pushing me out. For some reason, I'm just
really antsy."
Derek shrugged, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands before saying,
"Come on in, I guess." He motioned to his computer chair, where Cora took a
seat.
As badly as Derek wanted to go back to sleep, he knew that he wouldn't be able
to now. He wasn't a morning person, not by a long shot; no, that particular
gene had been passed from his mother to Laura. But once sunlight hit his eyes,
he was up for the day, no matter the time.
"I'm glad you're up, though," Derek said, taking a seat on his bed across the
room from where his computer chair was. Cora watched him intently. "Lydia and I
have a date tonight."
"Yeah, I know," Cora said, spinning around in the chair. "Lydia told me.
Allison keeps telling her to give you a chance, but I think she'd be better off
finding someone else to date."
"That hurts me, Cor, really," Derek said. "Am I that bad of a brother?"
Cora shook her head, "Not really. It's just that I worry about Lydia and - no
offense meant, Der - you can be a pretty big asshole sometimes."
Derek didn't say anything about Cora's asshole of a boyfriend Stiles Stilinski
because he wanted to avoid a fight with her if possible, so he just nodded.
"Look, Der," Cora said, "if it turns out that you're a great boyfriend to Lydia
and make her feel wanted and all fuzzy, then I'll take everything back, okay?
But like I told you the other day, Lydia needs people to make sure she's okay.
She needs people who are gonna look out for her because she's too damn busy
looking out for everyone else."
"You guys really do care about her," Derek commented.
"Duh," Cora answered.
"Hey, Cor?" Derek asked, and her gaze snapped up to look at him, so he
continued, "Do you know what happened between Lydia and Stiles? They used to be
really close a long time ago, but he keeps saying that it was mutual. He always
says it's mutual, but I know he's lying."
Cora shrugged. "Look, I love Stiles," she said, watching her brother closely.
"I mean, we've been dating a long time and I trust him implicitly. But he's an
asshole most of the time. I don't think he understands what it's like to be the
only sane one keeping your family together. After Lydia's parents got divorced,
she didn't have time to hang out with anyone a lot of the time, and Stiles was
pretty sure that she was just avoiding him. She wasn't, by the way, but he felt
like it was an insult. They had a big fight about it and he told her that he
could find better friends than her. He said some really mean shit to her, about
how she deserved to have her dad leave if she couldn't appreciate her friends
like that. I mean, yeah, it was kind of petty, but they were in middle school
and I'm sure that, at the time, Stiles meant every single insult he was
slinging at her."
Derek nodded, so Cora kept talking.
"By the time they reached freshman year, Stiles had pretty much let everything
go, and he tells me sometimes that he misses her, but he can't just take it
back. And he's one of the most stubborn assholes I've ever met, as you are
probably aware, and he just feels like he shouldn't have to apologize to her.
What was said was said out of anger, but Stiles just doesn't get that
sometimes, an apology is all you need."
"Do you think she'd ever forgive him?" Derek asked.
"I think she already has," Cora answered. She stopped twirling around in the
chair and looked at Derek, "Sometimes she asks how Stiles is. She asks me how
he's doing, how his parents are, if he ever asks about her. I think he broke
her heart - well, you know, platonically speaking, of course - and she misses
him more than anything else. I think she wonders things but knows that she
can't go to him and make it right. What Stiles had said had hurt, and I
understand that, but when it comes to stubborn people, Lydia's also pretty good
at that, too. I think she's still really hurt by what was said, but she'd hang
out with him and spend time with him if he wanted it. She's just pretty sure he
doesn't want it."
"What do you think?" Derek asked softly.
"I think that Stiles doesn't know what he wants. It'd be really great if he'd
at least apologize to Lydia, but that's probably never going to happen. Lydia's
one of my best friends, Der, and I just want to see her happy. Do you know what
that feels like?"
Derek had to think for a moment. He knew what it was like to want the best for
your friends, but he hadn't really thought about Lydia's particular situation
and what she must go through. He told Cora as much, and she nodded.
"You may have a soul after all," Cora laughed, and Derek made a face at her.
After her burst of laughter died down, she looked at him seriously, "So what
are you gonna woo her with tonight?"
"Can I tell you a secret?" Derek asked, and Cora watched him expectantly after
nodding. "I'm totally nervous about our date. Like, I've never been nervous
about taking a girl out before. But this isn't just any girl. It's Lydia. I
want things to be really great so she'll really wanna date me. I have no idea
what to do here."
"Can I give you some advice then?" Cora asked. Derek nodded.
"You know that park a couple of towns over? The one with the flowers and the
trails and the animals?"
"Animals? They have ducks and geese and fish."
"Yeah. Water animals. They're still animals, Der." Derek nodded. "Take her
there. Go later in the afternoon, because that place doesn't close until
eleven. Lydia has a thing for flowers, and she's never been there before. You
and I have been there because that's where Dad proposed to Mom and they make us
go there with them every year, right?" Again, Derek nodded. "Well, Lydia's
never been, and I think she'd love it. And if you decide you wanna buy her
flowers or candy or something like that, get her flowers. But not your typical
romantic flowers; don't get her carnations or roses. Get her gladiolas."
"Gladiolas?"
Cora nodded, "Yeah. They mean strength of character. With Lydia, it's not about
what something looks like; it's about what it means."
Derek nodded.
"Look, if you care about her the way you say you do, everything will be fine.
Just remember something, Derek. Remember that Lydia is not Jen. Jennifer Blake
and Lydia Martin are so far apart it's almost comical. And if you confuse the
two, you are gonna find yourself in deep shit."
Derek nodded, "Okay, Cor. Thanks for your help."
"Look, I'm not doing it for you," Cora said, making Derek give her a quizzical
look. She sighed and then said, "I'm doing this for Lydia. This is her first
date and I want to make sure that it's everything she could ever want."
-x-
"So, tonight's your big date," Allison was saying to Lydia as she made a
customer's pumpkin spice latte. Allison was perched on the counter, watching
Lydia intently, and Lydia was just thankful that Andrea was so chill about
letting Allison keep her company. Lydia was also thankful that this was such a
laid back kind of place because she and Allison would have never gotten away
with things like this at Starbucks.
Allison took a sip of her coffee as she watched Lydia interact with the
customer. Lydia put the money in the cash register and then looked at Allison.
"Yeah," Lydia said. "I don't know where he's taking me or what we're even
doing. I'm nervous because this is my first date."
"I can imagine," Allison said. "I'm surprised that you and Jackson never went
out, though."
"I told you," Lydia said, taking a drink of her water, "Jackson and I weren't
dating. We just fooled around. It was mostly my idea, anyway, and he was
popular. I'm sure he didn't want anyone to know that we hooked up."
"Your idea?" Allison asked. Lydia and Jackson had been fooling around long
before Allison had even became Lydia's friend, so it didn't surprise her that
Allison was confused. "Why?"
"I never saw the point in waiting for your soul mate before having sex. I
wanted to be good at it when I met my Mr. Right and Jackson seemed all too
happy to help me practice. And yeah, he got my virginity, but he's not a bad
guy. I mean, he may seem kinda douchey on the outside, but once you really get
to know him, he can actually be a pretty great guy."
"Did you love him?" Allison asked, and Lydia actually froze for a moment. She
watched her friend closely. She snapped herself out of it, though, and then
looked at Allison.
"In a way, I suppose I did," she said, trying to be vague. She'd probably fail
at that. "I didn't mean to fall in love with him. But I knew that Jackson and I
were never gonna be anything apart from fuck buddies. I knew that from an early
stage and it never really bothered me."
"Do you still talk to him?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah. We Skype every so often. Maybe the whole sex relationship
we had with one another wasn't a great idea, but we're pretty good friends now
because of it."
Once the clock hit one o'clock, Lydia raced out of there. She couldn't wait to
get out of there - but then again, she never really could. She didn't despise
where she worked, but she'd been up since five o'clock that morning and really
wanted to catch a nap before Derek took her out.
When she was unlocking her front door, her phone rang. It was Derek.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lydia, it's Derek," he said, and Lydia made a noise as she choked out a
duh. He just laughed.
"I thought I'd pick you up from your house around five o'clock. Is that okay?"
"Where are we going?" Lydia asked. "I mean, I need to know what to wear."
"It's a surprise," Derek answered, "but wear something casual."
"You do know that I don't own a single pair of jeans, right?" Lydia asked.
"Yeah, I know. You can easily wear a skirt as long as it's not dressy. It's not
like we're going traipsing through the woods or anything, but we will be
outside."
"That's fine," Lydia said. "I'm going to take a quick nap before you get here
since I've been up since five this morning. I'm kind of beat."
"Okay," Derek said. "So I'll see you later?"
"Definitely," Lydia said. They hung up and she made her way to her bed. She set
her alarm for three o'clock and promptly passed out.
-x-
Derek was nervous. It was something new; something he wasn't used to happening.
He never got nervous when he asked a girl out. Ever. This was new and he hated
it.
He knocked on Lydia's front door at 4:59. When Lydia opened it, he almost
dropped the flowers.
She looked gorgeous. Well, she always looked gorgeous, but even dressed down in
a simple blue dress, she looked casual. She looked casual, but Derek thought
she looked breathtaking.
"I, uh..." he swallowed, trying to get his words to work, "I brought these for
you." He held out the bouquet of gladiolas.
"Gladiolas?" She asked. Then she smiled, "You talked to Cora, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
Lydia turned around but then turned back, "I wanna put these in water. Come in.
It won't ruin your plans if I take five minutes to do this, right?"
Derek nodded, "Yeah, it's fine."
"Anyway," Lydia said, getting back to the subject on hand, "only Cora, Malia
and Allison know about my love affair with gladiolas. Well, them and Stiles,
but I doubt that he remembers."
"Yeah, it was Cora," Derek said. Lydia nodded, heading into the kitchen.
"Where's your mom?" he asked, noticing that she was alone in the house. He
couldn't hear another heartbeat anywhere.
"At some dinner party thing with Mr. Argent and a bunch of other people," Lydia
said. "They said they weren't going as a date, they were just going together,
you know, as friends, but Mom really wasn't looking forward to this. She said
it was gonna be boring."
"You mean the one Peter's throwing with Scott's mom?"
"I always forget that Peter and Mrs. McCall are involved," Lydia said. "But
yeah, that one."
Lydia put her flowers in a vase and put some water in it. She set the flowers
on the kitchen counter and then turned to Derek, "You ready to go?"
Derek nodded.
The park wasn’t just downtown. It was a good twenty minute ride, and Derek
could tell that Lydia was anxious to know where they were going. He didn’t want
to tell her, though; he wanted it to be a surprise. The car ride wasn’t bad,
though, as they made small talk. Derek usually hated small talk, but with Lydia
it felt…almost relaxing.
“Tell me why gladiolas,” Derek said, glancing at her. “Cora said it’s because
of what they mean.”
“Sure,” Lydia answered. “I like different and unique, but one of the reasons I
love gladiolas so much is because of my grandmother. She’s been dead for a good
five years, but she used to have them all over her house. She loved them so
much; they were her favorite flower. And sure, I think they’re pretty, but they
mean strength of character, which is something that everybody needs to have.
From the time I was a young age, my grandmother used to give me a few every
time I would see her – she lived down in LA, so I didn’t see her very often,
but she told me I had strength. It was something that I really appreciated, and
then after the divorce, she said my strength would just grow. I take it as a
good thing.”
“Was this your mom’s mom?”
Lydia shook her head, “Nope. My dad’s mom. She was pretty pissed at him for a
long time about everything that happened with the divorce and him leaving, and
when he married Penelope – his now wife – she was even more pissed. Grandma
Martin didn’t cut people out, she was too nice of a lady for that, but she let
my father know just how much she did not approve. She also spent more time with
both me and Riley after that, but about three years later, she got really sick,
and it just went downhill from there.”
“What was wrong with her?”
“Cancer,” Lydia answered. “She had lung cancer and by the time they caught it,
there was nothing that could be done. It was too far advanced.”
“I’m sorry,” Derek said. “That’s terrible. It sounds like the two of you were
close.”
Lydia shrugged, “Yeah, we were. But that’s okay. As corny as it sounds, she’s
always with me.”
Derek nodded. A silence fell between the pair, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It
didn’t feel awkward at all.
When they got to the park, Derek paid the admission fee and pulled up to an
open area with a few picnic tables under a gazebo and a grill. He looked at
Lydia, “I thought we’d eat first.”
“Sure,” Lydia said. “Did you bring something?”
Derek nodded, unloading a picnic basket out of the back of the Camaro. “I
wasn’t sure what kind of stuff you liked, so I mostly packed sandwiches – Cora
said you like egg salad – and fresh fruit. I noticed that you bring a lot of
fresh fruit to school.”
Lydia nodded, “Yeah. I like the way it tastes; I have a lot of favorites.”
Derek handed Lydia an egg salad sandwich and, as she unwrapped it, she said,
“Good call with the egg salad. It’s my favorite.”
Derek grinned at her.
As they ate, they talked, and Lydia seemed pretty excited when Derek handed her
a container of strawberries. “I noticed that you bring strawberries a lot of
the time to school,” Derek had said. “I thought maybe you would like some.”
“Strawberries are my favorite,” Lydia answered. She bit into one and moaned.
Derek wouldn’t have guessed that watching someone eat could be arousing, but
the noises that Lydia were making were almost bordering on pornographic.
He tried to arrange himself subtly as she made the noise again. Then she licked
strawberry juice off her lips and looked at him. “Sorry,” she said, looking
shy, “I just love fresh fruit.”
Derek nodded.
After they were finished, Derek put the picnic basket back in the Camaro and
they started to walk around to look at the flowers. “My dad proposed to my mom
here,” Derek said as they walked. “Over there, actually,” he said, pointing to
a trail that ended with a big tree. “My parents don’t really do it anymore, but
they love nature, and when they were dating, I hear that they spent a lot of
time hiking trails and everything.”
“It’s absolutely gorgeous here,” Lydia said about five minutes later. They had
just been walking in silence for a couple of minutes and again, it didn’t feel
uncomfortable or awkward. It just felt right. “I could easily bring my pencils
and my sketchbook here and spend the whole day.”
“Cora thought you might like it here,” Derek said. They stopped next to a small
pond where there were geese and ducks on the water. They sat on the bench
looking at the pond and Lydia just watched the animals along with the fish that
were swimming around. “She’s the one who suggested it.”
“I swear that Cora knows me the best,” Lydia said. “She seems to know what
things I would like, what things I hate, even what I’m thinking sometimes. I
mean, Allison is my best friend, but Cora seems to totally get me.”
Silence came over the two of them. Derek loved the fact that he didn’t feel
uncomfortable or awkward around Lydia, and his nervousness had melted away
quite a while ago. He reached for her hand and together, they watched the
animals as they held hands.
It was almost ten o’clock when they decided to leave, and Lydia couldn’t tell
where the time had gone. They watched the water animals, they looked at
flowers, they talked. It was one of the best experiences of her life. As Derek
dropped her off at her house, he walked her up to the door and looked at her.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked.
Lydia licked her lips as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I had
a good time, Derek,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “Thanks for inviting
me. I’ll see you later.” And with that, she went into the house and Derek
started his way home.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Jennifer was waiting at his locker when Derek showed up at school on Monday
morning. He groaned under his breath as he walked up to her.
"What are you doing here?" He asked rudely. He didn't care how he sounded; he
just wanted her gone. "In case you've forgotten, we aren't dating anymore."
"Word on the street is that you took Lydia Martin on a date this weekend,"
Jennifer said, leaning against the locker next to Derek's. He opened his locker
and proceeded to put his stuff in it, grabbing his History textbook. "Any truth
to that?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you," Derek said. "Not anymore." He grabbed
his notebook and pencil and looked back at Jennifer. "Where'd you hear that,
anyway?"
"I say heard, but not really," Jennifer said. "Erica's mom works at that park
that your parents like. I was there with Erica when I saw the two of you. I
never thought I'd see the two of you on a date, to be honest, and I was quite
surprised when you proved me wrong."
"Look, Jen," Derek said, slamming his locker shut and looking at Jennifer, "I
like her. I want to date her. I've been asking her out for weeks but she
finally said yes. Don't make a big deal out of this."
"How can you like her?" Jennifer asked snidely. "I mean, just look at her."
"Don't, Jen," Derek said, watching her closely. "I mean it. Just don't. Lydia's
a nice girl and she's been through hell and she puts up with a lot of shit from
you. So just stop right there and leave her alone. Leave her alone, or else
you're gonna have to answer to me." Jennifer did a lot of things, it was true,
but when Derek was at the end of his rope and put his foot down, she didn't
push him. A pissed off Derek Hale was a bad thing.
"I still don't see how someone like you can like someone like her," Jennifer
said, and that was definitely a pout that Derek heard in her voice. "We could
be so good together."
"Look, Jen," Derek said, turning to his ex-girlfriend. "We tried. We had a good
thing for a while, but we weren't going in a good direction, okay? All we did
was fuck and fight. That's not healthy. So put aside whatever vendetta you have
against Lydia and just let me be happy, okay? If you really loved me, you'd
just want me to be happy."
Jennifer sighed, but Derek said, "I mean it, Jen. Leave her alone."
-x-
"My brother came home in an extremely good mood on Saturday," Cora was saying
to Lydia at lunch. Lydia was picking at her fruit as she watched Cora closely.
"I'm taking it you two had a good time?"
"It was excellent, Cor," Lydia said. She picked up a strawberry and bit into
it. She took a moment to think things over before saying, "He's a lot different
than what I thought he'd be. And thank you, by the way."
"You're thanking me?" Cora asked. "What did I do?"
"Don't play dumb, Cor," Lydia said. "The gladiolas, for one. You, Ally, Mia and
Stiles are the only people who know about my love affair with that flower - and
I'm pretty sure Stiles doesn't remember the fact that I adore them. He and I
haven't hung out since..." her voice trailed off. Cora wondered what was going
through Lydia's mind, because she looked awfully sad at that moment. Then she
cheered up, "Anyway, Derek also told me that the park was your idea. I'm gonna
go back someday. It seems like an excellent place to draw. My muse likes it
there."
"I figured you would," Cora said. "My siblings and I have been there so many
times that we pretty much have the entire park memorized. It's where my dad
proposed to my mom, so we go there at least once a year. You know, with them
living their memories and everything."
Lydia could tell that Cora was annoyed by that, but Lydia said, "Your parents
are happy together, Cor. You should be happy about that."
"They're mates," Cora said. "They're destined to live happily ever after."
"I don't believe in pre-destination, you know that," Lydia said. "If you put
pre-destination in the picture, it means that you don't have a choice, and I
believe that everybody has a choice."
Cora just shrugged.
They finished their lunches and went on with their day. Lydia was thankful that
she didn't bump into Jennifer Blake and her posse the entire day, and hoped it
would be a while before they bumped into her. Everybody knew that Jennifer
still carried a torch for Derek, even though Lydia was pretty sure it was
because Jennifer didn't like being told she couldn't have something.
While she was on her shift at the coffee shop, Allison showed up. She ordered a
caramel latte and hopped up on the counter, talking to Lydia.
"It's been a few days since I've seen you," Lydia said, making Allison's
coffee. "Where've you been?"
"Well, there's been a few tutoring sessions with Tiffany," Allison replied.
"She's failing Mr. Yukimura's history class, and the subject really confuses
her." Allison paused for a moment to take a drink of her coffee. "Tell me about
your date on Saturday."
"It was amazing, Ally, truly," Lydia said, and then launched into gushing about
her date with Derek. She made sure to add the part with the park and the
picnic.
" - and he's such a great guy, Ally," Lydia finished. "The date was amazing,
the picnic was amazing, and I really wanna go out with him again."
"That's great," Allison replied. "I told you you'd like him if you just gave
him a chance."
"It's not just that," Lydia said. "He may act like a douche on the outside, but
he has a sensitive side that I really appreciate. It's like there's a part of
him that no one even sees."
She saw the smirk on Allison's face, so she stuck out her tongue before saying,
"Yeah, yeah. You're very smart, shut up."
Allison shrugged, "I just know what Isaac told me, and I trust him, y'know?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah, I get it."
-x-
Lydia was on her way home when Derek called her that night. After unlocking her
front door and going inside, she accepted the call.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi," Derek answered. "I don't want to sound too eager, and I know girls have
rules and everything, but I was wondering...you wanna catch a movie or
something with me tomorrow night?"
"I'm not working," Lydia said. "Did you know that?"
"Nope," Derek said. "But a bunch of us are going out tomorrow night, to see a
movie."
"It's Tuesday," Lydia said.
"I know, but the new Avengers movie opens up at midnight, so we're gonna go see
it tomorrow night. We might get dinner first, but I thought you might wanna
join us."
"Who's all going?" Lydia asked.
"Well, Cora and Stiles, Isaac and Allison, Liam and Mia...Boyd was talking
about going, but Erica won't watch those kinds of movies, so if he does go,
he'll be going alone. How does that sound? Does it sound okay to you?"
Lydia sighed before thinking it over. "Sounds great," she said, her decision
apparently already made. "You wanna pick me up or do you wanna meet somewhere?"
"We were thinking about going to Tony's for pizza before the movie," Derek
said. "I mean, I know him because my mom got him out of legal trouble a couple
of years ago and so he usually gives me a discount. Does that sound okay?"
Lydia nodded, "Sure. Sounds great."
"Great," Derek said, and Lydia could tell by his tone of voice that he was
smiling. "So, I'll pick you up around six?"
"Sounds good," Lydia said. "I'll talk to you later, Derek."
"Yeah, great. See you, Lydia," Derek said. With that, they hung up.
As Lydia made herself a salad - she needed to use up the lettuce anyway, it was
about to go bad - she thought about everything. She wasn't sure she'd ever be
happy with anyone the way she had been happy with Jackson.
And it was true, she and Jackson hadn't dated; their relationship had been
purely about sex. And that was fine with Lydia - what she had told Allison on
Friday night was true. She had wanted the practice, to know that she was good
at sex before really meeting the one guy she wanted to spend forever with. And
it wasn't like Jackson wasn't attractive - at the time, half the class, both
girls and guys had wanted to sleep with him - so it wasn't a hardship at all
for Lydia to have that kind of relationship with him.
Thinking about Jackson, Lydia glanced at the clock. It was almost six o'clock,
which meant it was eleven in London, and she knew that Jackson wouldn't be in
bed yet. She thought about booting up Skype and seeing if he was on. So she
grabbed her salad and went upstairs, sitting down at her desk, and did just
that. When she saw that Jackson was on, she called him.
"Hey, Lyds," he said to her, smiling. "It's been a while, huh?"
Lydia nodded, taking a bite of her salad. "Sorry," she said, chewing, "but I
just got home from work and am fucking starving."
"It's cool," Jackson answered. "What time is it there?"
"Just after six," she said. "I wanted to pick your brain about something. I
mean, about someone."
"You got a crush, Lyds?" Jackson asked, slightly teasing. Lydia laughed.
"Actually, I went on my very first date on Saturday," Lydia answered. Jackson
looked impressed.
"Who was the lucky guy? Or girl? I'm not here to judge."
Lydia laughed, "Sorry, Jackson, but I'm completely straight. It was Derek
Hale."
"Ahh," Jackson said, like it made complete sense. "And how did it go?"
"It was amazing," Lydia answered. She took another bite of her salad before
saying, "We went to this park that's just outside of Beacon Hills. It had
flowers, and trails, and ponds and things. It was gorgeous. I wanna go back
there and draw. My muse likes it there."
"You've never been to Hemlock Park before?" Jackson asked, kind of surprised.
"As much as you love flowers, I was pretty sure you would've been there
before."
"I didn't even know it existed," she said honestly. "Does everybody know about
this place but me?"
"I know about it because I've been there with the Hales once or twice," Jackson
said. "So you wanted to talk to me about Derek?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah. I just....I like him a lot, Jackson."
"That's great," Jackson said honestly. "Derek's a good dude. He's not gonna
hurt you. I just want to give you one warning."
"Okay...?" Lydia prompted.
"Derek's a good dude," Jackson repeated, "but sometimes he doesn't take
relationships as seriously as other people. Danny told me a few weeks ago that
he and Jennifer broke up and all I have to say about that is that it's about
fucking time. I hated that bitch."
"I took care of myself," Lydia said.
"It's not just that," Jackson said. "I mean, yeah, she was a bitch to you and
your friends and I hated that, it really did bug me, but she thinks she's
better than everyone else. And she and I got off on the wrong foot when she
gave me shit freshman year because of me being adopted."
Jackson had had a hard time when he found out that the Whittemores adopted him.
For a long time he wondered if his birth parents could hate him that much, but
when David Whittemore had told Jackson the reasons for the adoption, that his
birth parents were actually dead, things started getting better. Jackson still
had issues about it, but he was nowhere near what it was once upon a time.
And everyone at BHHS knew not to mess with Jackson when it came to the
adoption. Jackson and Danny Mahealani had been best friends, and they protected
one another. Jackson protected Danny from homophobic assholes and Danny watched
out for Jackson when people said shit about adoption. Their friendship seemed
to really work.
"I remember," Lydia said. "I'm surprised she wasn't blacklisted for that."
Jackson chuckled, "Well, Danny's not crazy about her, that's for sure. And I
know a few other guys who really don't like her, but Derek's always been lost
to a pretty face." He paused for a few moments before saying, "I'm not saying
he's gonna play you, Lydia. I'm just saying that you need to make sure that
both you and Derek are on the same page, okay? I don't want you to get your
heart broken."
"Thanks, Jacks," Lydia said.
"I hate it when you call me that," Jackson answered. Lydia giggled.
"I know," she said.
"Isn't it an issue, though," Jackson continued, "knowing that Derek's good
friends with Stilinski?"
Lydia sighed, "Look, I forgave Stiles for what he said a long time ago. He
didn't have all the information."
"Doesn't matter," Jackson said, yawning. Lydia glanced at the clock and noticed
it had to be almost midnight where he was. "Nobody should say that kinda shit
about anyone - doesn't matter who the fuck you are. I never pegged Stilinski to
think he's better than someone else, though."
Lydia sighed, "Stiles was going through a rough time, and he didn't know what
he was saying. Besides that, we were thirteen. Everyone's a little petty at
thirteen, Jackson, and don't sit there and say you weren't that bad. You were
worse."
"I may have been," Jackson answered, "but I would have never said that to you."
"Thanks," Lydia said, smiling. "Things between me and Stiles went south, it's
true, but I've been thinking that maybe we can salvage the friendship somehow."
"And how exactly would you do that?"
"I'm sick of waiting for an apology," Lydia said. "Yeah, what he said had hurt,
and I deserve an apology for that, but I didn't really explain the situation to
him very well. It was a lot to go through at the time, and maybe we can fix
it."
Jackson sighed before saying, "Look, Lyds, I consider you one of my closest
friends, okay?" When Lydia nodded, Jackson continued, "But let me know if that
little bastard says anything negative about you, and I'll be on the first
flight over there to kick his ass."
Lydia smiled, "Totally not needed, but very much appreciated."
"I've gotta get to bed," Jackson said after a few moments. "I've gotta get up
early so I'll talk to you later?"
"Sure," Lydia answered. "I'll see you, Jackson." And with that, she
disconnected the call.
After showering and while lying in bed that night, Lydia thought about what
Jackson had said. And while Jackson was in Beacon Hills, Derek had been one of
his closest friends, so Lydia knew he had nothing against him. He was worried
about Lydia, and she could tell that much, but maybe she should be a little
more careful. She didn't want to get her heart broken, especially by someone
like Derek Hale.
***** Chapter 9 *****
"You nervous about tonight?" Cora was asking Lydia the next day at lunch. Lydia
just gave her a quizzical look.
"What she means is that everyone knows that you and Stiles don't really get
along," Malia said. "And he's gonna be there tonight."
Lydia shook her head. "I have nothing against Stiles," she said, even though
Cora made a noise like she didn't believe her. Lydia ignored it and continued,
"In fact, I want to salvage the friendship."
Cora looked interested. "Really?" she asked. "When did you come to this
conclusion?"
Lydia shrugged, "I talked to Jackson about it last night."
"Since when do you talk to Jackson?" Allison asked.
"Every once in a while, when we've both got time. I only worked until six last
night and I booted up Skype to see if he was on. He was, so we talked for a
little while." She went on to tell them what she talked about with Jackson, and
Cora made a noise when Lydia got to the part where Jackson threatened Stiles.
"Like he's any better," Cora muttered under her breath, but Lydia heard it. She
sighed.
"Look," Lydia said, "I know you hate Jackson. Hell, most of the whole school
hates him because he was a douche. But I care about him and I know he cares
about me. We grew close before he left, and I miss him. He's just worried about
me."
Cora rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.
"The fact remains," Lydia said, trying to change the subject but not change it
at the same time to appease Cora. "I miss Stiles being my friend. I'm sure you
guys wish I could hang out with him, too," Lydia said. "If I'm going to date
Derek, it'll be easier if I can be friends with his friends. I want to be
friends with Stiles again. I miss him."
"I'll tell him to be on his good behavior, then," Cora said. Lydia was pretty
sure that her friend was being sarcastic, but tried to ignore it the best she
could.
"Things are going to be fine, Cor," Lydia said. "I can be civil. I know he can,
too."
At the very same time Lydia was telling her friends that things were going to
be okay, Derek was dealing with a problem of his own. Stiles was just watching
Derek from across the table, and he just couldn't take it anymore. "What is
wrong with you?" he finally snapped.
"Is there a reason you invited Lydia to the movies with us tonight, Derek? I
mean, I get that you have to date her and everything, but I just...I like my
space away from her."
"Look, Stiles," Derek said, looking at his friend. "I know the real reason why
you two don't talk anymore."
"It was a mutual decision," Stiles persisted. Derek just shook his head.
"Look," Derek said. "I know you two have had a rivalry thing going on since
middle school, but can you guys just quit it for one night? I really like
Lydia, and she and Cora are really good friends, so could you just try to be
civil tonight? For both mine and Cora's sakes?"
Stiles sighed, but then nodded, "Sure, Der. I can do that."
-x-
The school day went by pretty fast. Other than a pop quiz in French and
Physics, the day was pretty uneventful. Derek stopped by Lydia's locker once
the bell rang.
"We're gonna go to the movie first," he said. "In an hour. Is that enough time
for you?"
Lydia nodded, "Sure." She grabbed her bag out of her locker and then slammed it
shut. "Since it's only an hour, do you wanna come home with me and hang out?"
Derek shrugged, "Sure."
Since they had both driven to school that day, Derek told Lydia he'd meet her
at her house. When she got there, he was in the driveway, leaning against the
Camaro. Lydia was surprised when she went through the garage and saw her
mother's car there.
"Mom?" she called into the house. When she got to the kitchen, her mom was
mixing some kind of batter in a big bowl. "What are you doing?"
"Making cookies," Natalie Martin said. Lydia sighed and shook her head.
"What kind?" Derek piped up. Natalie looked at him.
"Hi, Derek," Natalie said. "I wasn't expecting you to come home with Lydia."
"We've got a group date in an hour," he said. "We're going to see the new
Avengers movie and then going to Tony's pizza parlor afterwards."
"Group date, huh?" Natalie asked. "Who's all going?"
Lydia knew that her mom was just trying to be involved with her life,
considering she worked so much and it pretty much left Lydia taking care of
herself. So she answered her mom with the information she had gotten. "Stiles,
Cora, Allison, Isaac, Malia, Liam and Boyd." She looked at Derek. "That's
right, right?"
He nodded.
"Anyway," Natalie said, "I'm making chocolate chip cookies. Lydia won't eat
them, though."
"Why not?" Derek asked. Lydia laughed.
"I'm not that brave," she said. "My mom burns practically everything she
bakes."
"I would get mad at that," Natalie said, laughing herself, "if it weren't true.
But I'm trying again. Your grandmother used to do this, and it's her recipe, so
I know that I'm just not doing something right. I'm determined this time."
Lydia laughed. She went through her house to put her bag in her room and then
noticed that Derek had followed her. "I've never been in here before," he said.
"I've been in the rest of your house, but never your room."
Lydia shrugged, "Yeah, well it's not that interesting. A bed, a desk, my
laptop...pretty much like every other bedroom you find in Beacon Hills."
He noticed the easel that was facing the window, "What are you working on right
now?"
"Don't," she said as he started to go around to look. "I'm really anal about my
work and I hate it when people see it before it's finished. So please don't
look."
"Okay," Derek said, "on one condition. Promise me you'll let me see it when
it's done."
Lydia nodded, "Sure. I can do that."
They sat on her bed and talked, and it never ceased to surprise Lydia how
comfortable the conversation with Derek was. They just clicked really well and
they never ran out of subjects.
"I wouldn't have pegged you as the type of girl who liked action movies," Derek
said. Lydia just shrugged.
"With Riley as my big brother, we bonded over that kind of stuff," Lydia said.
"I like superheroes, though, but I watch those movies the most when I'm sad or
depressed."
"Why?"
Lydia sighed, "Okay, so this is going to sound bad, but mostly because when I'm
depressed, I hate anything happy. So I watch those movies because it makes me
feel better because it reminds me that I'm not the only one going through a
shitty time. It reminds me that other people hurt, too, and that this is only
temporary. They remind me that things will get better eventually."
"Man," Derek said, watching Lydia closely, and she braced herself for him to
tell her how horrible that sounded. She was pleasantly surprised when he looked
at her and said, "That's fucking deep."
That statement just made Lydia giggle.
When they met up with the others at the theater, Cora took Lydia aside. "Are
you sure you'll be okay here?" she asked her. Anyone could tell that she was
just concerned for her friend. Lydia nodded.
"Yeah," she answered. "Things are going to be fine."
After the movie, which Lydia absolutely adored, they all decided to meet at
Tony's and get a few tables. Tony was always really accommodating whenever a
Hale came into his restaurant because of Talia helping him out a few years ago,
and aside from giving them a discount, he helped them out however he could.
Tonight, that meant pushing two tables together.
When Stiles and Cora arrived at the restaurant, Lydia told Derek she'd be right
back and then went up to Stiles. "Can I talk to you for a minute? In private?"
she asked him. Cora had a look on her face that was a mixture of confusion and
concern, but Lydia tried to gesture to her that she was fine. Stiles watched
from between Cora and Lydia, and then sighed.
"Sure," he said. "We can talk outside."
Once they were outside, Lydia looked at Stiles. "Look," she said, "I know,
since the sixth grade, things have gone downhill between the two of us. But
Stiles, you and I were really good friends, and I miss that. I'd like to just
bury whatever animosity there is between us and start over. I miss you being my
friend."
"Really?" he asked. Lydia nodded.
"I've missed you, too, Lyds," he replied, surprising Lydia. "I'd love to start
over."
A great big grin covered Lydia's face as she pulled Stiles in for a hug.
"Great," she said once they broke apart. "I've missed you so much, Stiles. Now
let's go in there and tell Cora, who I know is watching us through the window."
Stiles just laughed, and, as he linked their arms together, they walked back
into the restaurant.
-x-
The rest of the evening went spectacularly well, and pretty soon, they had been
sitting there for four hours. Lydia looked over at Derek, "I need to get home.
I've got homework to finish up."
Derek nodded, and then he paid the bill and they were on their way to Lydia's
house. As he walked her up to the front door, Lydia said to him, "I had fun
tonight. Thanks for including me."
"Of course I included you," Derek said, stopping once they reached the front
door. "I really like you, Lydia, and I want to spend time with you."
"How much?" she asked.
"As much as you'll let me," Derek answered. He raised a hand and placed it on
the side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb.
That's when she leaned in. As she was just a few inches away from his mouth,
she said, "I wanna kiss you. Please tell me I can."
"Of course," he said softly. He took the few inches they were apart and covered
her lips with his.
The kiss was good. Hell, the kiss was excellent, better than any first kiss
should have been. Derek slid his tongue across Lydia's lower lip, silently
asking for access, and she opened her mouth, granting it to him. She
intertwined their fingers as they kissed.
Derek broke the kiss a few moments later. He looked at his watch. "It's almost
nine o'clock," he said. "I should let you get to your homework and I need to
get home. Curfew at ten o'clock on weeknights. But I'd really like to go out
with you again, Lydia."
Lydia smiled, "That'd be great, Derek. I'll let you know when I'm free." With
that, Derek gave Lydia another quick peck on the lips and then walked back to
his car.
When Lydia walked into the house, her mother was at the kitchen table, working
on the crossword puzzle that was in the newspaper. She looked up when she heard
her daughter.
"How was your date, Lyds?" Natalie asked her daughter as Lydia took a seat
beside her mother. Lydia sighed contentedly.
"That good, huh?" Natalie asked. Lydia just got this goofy grin on her face.
"It was better than that," Lydia said. "Mom, I think I like him. I think I like
him a lot."
"That's great," Natalie said, going back to her crossword puzzle. "You and
Derek have known each other for a long time and I'm glad that the two of you
got together."
"Are we together, though?" Lydia asked. "We only went on one date and then the
group thing tonight."
"I think Derek wants you guys to be together," Natalie answered. "He likes you,
Lyds. You can see it written all over his face."
Lydia got a goofy smile on her face and said, "That's great. That makes me so
happy."
"Good," Natalie said.
"I've gotta do my homework," Lydia said after a few beats of silence. "I'll see
you tomorrow, Mom."
"Okay, sweetheart," Natalie said. Lydia gave her a kiss on the cheek and then
turned around and walked up to her room. As she pulled out her Calculus book,
she thought that things couldn't get any better.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Lydia was happy all through classes the next day. You could've told her that
she failed the AP Biology quiz that Harris insisted on giving every day, and
she wouldn't have cared (Well, okay, maybe she would have cared a little). She
was floating on cloud nine. She had a great time with Derek, and she and Stiles
were friends again.
She whistled a tune as she headed towards the lunchroom. Cora was already
sitting at their table, taking a bite out of her customary turkey sandwich, and
Malia was next to her, working on her Algebra homework. Lydia laughed, "Don't
you have that done already?"
"Bite me," Malia said, and that made Lydia laugh. "I forgot about it until this
morning. I need to have it finished by next period."
"Do you need help?" Lydia asked. Malia looked up at her, grateful.
"I'd love some help," she answered honestly. "When Aunt Talia finds out my
grades are slipping, she's going to kill me."
Lydia nodded, "Sure. Let's see what I can do."
She spent the entire lunch period eating her lunch and helping Malia try to
understand the algebraic equations that were on her paper. When the bell rang,
signaling the end of lunch, Malia looked a little calmer.
The rest of the day passed pretty quickly, and Derek met Lydia at her locker.
He watched her for a good moment before saying, "Are you working tonight?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah. 'Til eight. Why?"
Derek shrugged, "I was just curious. Maybe I'll come by and keep you company."
"That'd be nice," Lydia replied. "Ally's busy tonight."
Derek nodded, "I know. She and Isaac are studying for a big French test. He's
been worrying about that test all week."
"All week? It's only Wednesday," Lydia laughed. Derek cracked a smile.
"Okay, so he's been worrying about it since it was announced last week.
Contrary to popular belief, Isaac takes his grades pretty seriously."
Lydia nodded. After grabbing her bag, she said, "I might see you later, Derek."
She kissed him on the cheek and walked off.
"So," Derek heard Isaac say after Lydia had gone, "Things are going well, huh?
You two look very happy together."
"She's amazing, isn't she?" Derek said, smiling. "I love being around her."
Isaac nodded, "Sure, I get that. But I think you should talk to Stiles about
the bet."
"Why?" Derek asked, frowning. "He's not going to let me take it back."
"Because he and Lydia are friends again," Isaac said, to which Derek frowned.
"Don't you pay attention to anything, Derek? They made up last night at Tony's.
She told him that she was tired of fighting with him and she missed his
friendship."
"That's great!" Derek exclaimed. "Maybe he will let me out of the bet after
all. I'm gonna go see him."
Of course Stiles was already at home, as there wasn't lacrosse practice so he
had sprinted home as fast as he could. As Derek started to walk out of the high
school, he wasn't surprised when he noticed that Isaac was following him.
"I thought I'd go with you," Isaac said, noticing Derek's quizzical look. "I
mean, I'm going over to Allison's later, but she doesn't want to start studying
until after dinner. So I'm going to eat dinner over there and then we're going
to study. So I've got a few hours to kill."
Derek nodded as both he and Isaac got into the Camaro. When they reached the
Stilinski house, Derek wasn't surprised that the driveway was empty. The
sheriff was a busy guy, and Claudia held a study group after school on
Wednesdays. Derek knocked and waited for Stiles to come to the door.
He had a bowl of Cheetos in one hand when he answered the door. "Hey Derek,
Isaac," Stiles greeted them. "Wanna come in?"
They followed him inside and into the kitchen, where Stiles' Physics book was
out on the table, along with papers spread around it. Derek took a look at the
table and then suppressed a laugh.
"Yeah, yeah," Stiles said, seeing that Derek was laughing. "Not all of us can
be in AP Biology, Derek."
"Why are you even taking Physics to begin with?" Isaac asked, taking a seat at
the kitchen table. "I figured, with all the trouble you had with Chem last
year, you wouldn't have come close to Physics."
Stiles shrugged, "I want to show Harris that he can't scare me into
submission." Everybody at BHHS knew that Adrian Harris had it in for Stiles.
Pretty much everybody in Beacon Hills knew that the sheriff and Harris did not
get along, and Harris was just taking it out on Stiles.
"Why don't you just tell your dad?" Isaac asked him, and Stiles looked at him
like he'd grown an extra head. Finally, after noticing Stiles' look, Isaac
said, "What?"
"I'm not going to go whining to my parents, dude," Stiles said. "Besides, I can
handle this. He just makes everything a little tougher, but I can handle it."
Isaac just nodded.
"So, dude, not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"
Stiles asked, looking at Derek.
"I want you to call off the bet," Derek said. "I don't see any reason to
continue it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you and Lydia are friends again. And, as her friend, don't you want her
to be happy?" Isaac asked. Stiles looked from Derek to Isaac and back to Derek
again.
"I want Lydia's happiness," Stiles said finally. "And yeah, I missed having her
as a friend. She and I used to be really close, and I want nothing more than to
be able to call her friend." He took a minute to look at Derek before saying,
"But I'm not calling off the bet. If you don't want to continue the bet, then
you forfeit and I win. But I want to see if you can get Lydia to crack."
"You can't do this to her," Isaac said. "Lydia doesn't know anything about this
bet, and aren't you afraid of what your girlfriend is gonna do to you when she
finds out what you're doing to one of her best friends?"
"I'm not afraid of Cora," Stiles said. He didn't miss the look that Derek shot
his way, though.
"Look," Stiles said, softer this time, looking at Derek. "Lydia's my friend,
and I'm hoping that she'll forgive me when the time comes, if it comes. I'm not
going to broadcast to the whole school that you and I have this bet, and so I
don't want Lydia, or Cora, Allison or Malia for that matter, to find out about
it. But people have been trying to get into Lydia's pants for a while now and
she turns every one of them down."
"I'm not trying to get into her pants," Derek said, shooting daggers at Stiles
with his eyes. "I like her."
"Look, Derek, I just want to see if you can do it. But hey, if you want to
forfeit, that's fine, too."
"Stiles," Derek said, watching him. "If we continue this bet, no one finds out
about it, okay? Because I really do like Lydia, and I want to date her."
Stiles nodded, "Sure. But whoever wins still wins something. I win, you
chauffeur me around for a month. You win, I'll give you the hundred bucks."
Derek nodded, "Sure. It's fine."
After Derek and Isaac left the Stilinski house, Derek leaned against his car
for a moment and Isaac came up to him. "What the fuck, Derek?" he asked, and
Derek could tell that Isaac was angry.
As a child of abuse, Isaac didn't normally confront people, and stayed the hell
out of it when people fought. He hated yelling and confrontation, but when you
pushed him too far, Isaac did lash out. And when he was angry enough to
actually confront someone about it, it meant that things had been pushed too
far.
"What do you want me to do, Isaac?" Derek asked. "I'm not chauffeuring that
little bastard around for a month. I mean, as long as nobody finds out about
it, things are gonna be fine, right? And if I can continue to date Lydia, we
all win. I've wanted to date her for the longet time, and I think she really
likes me, too."
"This is going to turn out to bite you in the ass, Derek," Isaac said before he
started to shed his clothes. Derek was watching him and said, "What are you
doing?"
"Running," Isaac said before shifting into his full wolf form. Even as a wolf,
Isaac gave Derek a look like he was the biggest idiot on the face of the
planet, and as Derek gathered Isaac's clothes and put them in the back of the
Camaro, he wondered if Isaac wasn't right.
-x-
"So, are there more dates in your future?" Allison asked Lydia as she sat up on
the counter next to the cash register, eating a chocolate chip muffin. "I mean,
you and Derek like each other, right?"
"I like Derek," Lydia said. "I don't know if he likes me back, but my mother
seems to think that he does."
"Oh, Lyds," Allison said, getting up to throw the muffin paper in the trash
bin, "He likes you. It's in the way that he looks at you."
"I don't know, Ally," Lydia said. "I wish I knew for certain."
"If you don't trust me on anything else, Lyds, trust me on this, okay? Derek is
crazy about you, and I know that you like him, too."
"I'm gonna take your word for it," Lydia said. Allison just grinned.
"So," Allison said, after a few moments of silence had passed, "I heard about
the big art show in San Francisco in February. Are you gonna join it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Jesus, Lyds," Allison said, rooting around in her purse for a folded up piece
of paper, which she handed to Lydia. "If I'm paying attention and you're not,
it's a pretty sad day."
"Oh, this?" Lydia said, reading the paper. "Mrs. Connors wants me to send in a
piece. It's not just an art show. It's a whole contest thing, and whoever wins
gets a scholarship to the Academy of Art University, they're connected to the
gallery. Of course I'm interested in it, and I'm even working on a piece to
submit."
"That'd be a good thing," Allison said, watching her friend closely. "That way,
you could get a scholarship and wouldn't have to worry about your mother
selling her soul so you can attend college. I think you should try to win it."
Lydia shrugged, "I may not even go to college next year."
"What?!" Allison said, but then looked around after she squeaked. Nobody
noticed, so she looked back at Lydia. "Why not?" she demanded.
"I don't know if I can afford it. And besides that, I don't know if Mom can
afford for me to go off to school and leave her all alone. I worry about her,
Ally."
"Well, I know that," Allison said, "but your mom's gotta know that you'll leave
eventually."
"She's all the time picking up double and triple shifts at the hospital, but
can barely afford to do anything. I just need to make sure my mom doesn't take
another mortgage out on the house. When Dad left, he took everything we had,
Ally."
"I know, Lyds," Allison said softly. "But you deserve better than that."
Lydia shrugged, "As long as Mom's okay, I'll be okay. Besides, even if I take a
year off, opportunity might still knock later on in life. My life's not gonna
be over if I can't go to college at eighteen."
Allison just watched her friend for a moment before Lydia checked her watch and
said, "It's almost five. Aren't you meeting your dad and Isaac for dinner?"
"Shit," Allison said, jumping off the counter. "I've gotta go. I'll talk to you
later, Lyds. Just do me a favor and continue your piece for the art show? I
wanna make sure you at least submit it."
"I don't know why you're so hell bent on me entering that damn show," Lydia
said, "but I will. I'll finish it, okay?"
"Great," Allison said. She looked back and waved at Lydia one more time before
leaving the shop.
Most of Lydia's shift went by pretty peacefully. It had gotten pretty quiet in
the coffee shop, which Lydia was grateful for, as she pulled out her sketchbook
and started drawing. She wasn't sure if she could draw Derek from memory, but
was going to try.
She had gotten the outline of him damn near perfect when she heard his voice,
"Is that supposed to be me?"
She snapped the book shut and looked up at him. "How long have you been
standing there?" she asked him.
He shrugged, "A few minutes. You seemed pretty into what you were doing and I
didn't want to interrupt."
Lydia cracked a smile, "Thanks for that. It usually gets pretty slow in here
after five o'clock and I always bring my sketchpad for those times."
Derek nodded, "Sure." He watched her for a good minute before saying, "So, if
I've come to keep you company, does that mean I've gotta buy something?"
Lydia nodded.
"I'll take a large Americano, black," he said, and Lydia smiled. She knew that
was going to be his order. As she poured him the coffee, she looked at him.
"What's wrong?" she said. He had this whole look of worry on his face.
Derek shook his head, "Nothing. Isaac and I had an argument, and he shifted
into a wolf and ran off."
"The full shift?" Lydia asked. Derek nodded.
Lydia knew right away that it must've been some fight for Isaac to do a full
shift. There was a beta shift, which was in the middle, and then the full
shift, and Isaac actually preferred the beta shift. He always said that was so
he knew he was still in control and not letting the wolf take over him.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" she asked gently.
Did he wanna talk about it? He wanted to say yes. God yes, in fact, but he was
just going to let it go because, as much as he wanted to let someone else know
what was going through his mind at that moment in time, he couldn't tell Lydia.
Even though they had only technically been on two dates, and one of them a
group outing, he couldn't bear to lose her. So instead, he just shook his head.
"Fine," Lydia said, dropping the subject. Instead, she just watched him closely
for a minute. "How'd you do on that AP Bio test?" she asked him.
Derek shrugged, "Not as bad as I thought I was going to, but I swear to God, I
am so sick and tired of every teacher I have telling me that I need to be as
good as Laura was." Derek sighed. "I get that my older sister is a fucking
genius and everything, but I'm tired of being compared to her."
Lydia shrugged, "I never get that."
Derek chuckled, "That's because you're ten times smarter than your brother." He
paused for a moment and then quickly added, "Not that there's anything wrong
with how smart Riley is. He can handle his own."
Lydia nodded, "He's doing well at Berkeley. In fact, he should be coming home
next weekend for his monthly visit."
"He comes home monthly?"
Lydia wasn't sure if Derek was taking an interest because he was genuinely
interested, or just acting like it because it had to deal with her family. At
the moment she didn't care, though, because it wasn't often that she got to
talk about her older brother with someone, so she just answered, "Yeah. He's
not that far, just three hours, but he worries about Mom almost as much as I
do."
"Why worry about her?" Derek asked.
"When my parents got divorced, my dad took practically everything we had,"
Lydia answered. Of course, Derek knew this because Cora had told him, but he
wasn't sure if he was supposed to know it or not, so he let Lydia talk. "I work
most of the time because I like to pay my own way to make sure that Mom doesn't
do something like sell her soul to take care of me. I make my own payments on
everything. The only thing I don't do is pay for rent, and that's because my
mom won't take the money. I've offered it, though."
Everyone in town knew that the Hales were well off, so Lydia wasn't even sure
if Derek could understand where she was coming from. "I worry about my mom,"
Lydia said softly. "I want to make sure she doesn't die from stress. She and
Riley are pretty much all I have."
"I don't mean to be offensive, so tell me if I am," Derek said, "but don't you
talk to your dad anymore?"
Lydia shook her head. "Since his new daughter, my half-sister, was born a few
years ago, he doesn't talk to either me or Riley anymore. He is too wrapped up
in her and his wife." Lydia sighed. "I don't want anything to do with him
anyway. Someone who can throw away a twenty year marriage for a piece of ass
less than half his age is someone I just don't want to be involved with."
"Do you ever miss him?" Derek asked.
"I miss the man he used to be," Lydia answered. She felt the familiar ache in
her chest that told her she was going to cry, so she cleared her throat and
then said, "This shit is so depressing. Let's talk about something happier."
Derek nodded, "Sure. We can do that."
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     I wanted to update before now, but I've been super busy with some
     real life stuff, and I've been super stressed with said real life
     stuff. I finally got some time to myself this weekend and decided to
     update my stories, so here you go.
     Note the rating change and that the end of this chapter is pretty
     NSFW. As usual, comments & con/crit are welcome and appreciated.
"You need to tell her, Dad," Allison said later that night, while they were
waiting for the Chinese food they ordered to be delivered. "I mean it. Lydia's
talking about not applying to college so she can stay behind and watch out for
Natalie. She's worried about her mom."
"What do you mean, tell her? Natalie's the one who's supposed to be telling
her."
"Fine," Allison said. "I mean, someone needs to tell Lydia that you have been
dating her mom for almost three months, and that someone is not going to be
me."
"Why not, Ally?" Chris asked, watching his daughter carefully. "It'd be so much
easier if she heard it from a friend."
"You know what would make it even easier?" Allison asked. Chris just looked at
her, so she said, "If you and Natalie sat her down and talked to her about it."
"Lydia's not my daughter, Ally. As much as you and Lydia act like sisters,
you're not really related. And she isn't going to take it any better if I talk
to her about it."
Allison nodded and then sighed, "At least talk to Natalie about it. Someone
needs to tell her."
That's when they heard the scratching on the front door. When Allison opened it
and saw the big blonde wolf standing there, Allison knew right away who it was.
"Oh, Isaac, "Allison said. She stepped aside so he could enter, and then she
led him to her bedroom. "You've got some clothes in my bottom drawer," she
said. "Why don't you shift back and get dressed? We're waiting for the Chinese
Dad ordered to be delivered and then we can eat."
She closed the door and gave Isaac time to shift and then get dressed. Isaac
had brought some of his clothes over for occasions just like this one. When he
opened the door, Allison went over and threw her arms around his neck.
Isaac returned the hug and squeezed Allison tightly. When they broke apart,
Allison looked at Isaac, "You don't do a complete shift very often. What
happened?"
Isaac shrugged, "I had a fight with Derek. It's not a big deal. I just needed
to run."
Allison nodded, "Do you wanna talk about it?"
"No," Isaac responded, shaking his head. "I mean, I don't think Derek wants me
to talk about it yet. We didn't resolve it before I ran out and I think he
wants to resolve it with me before we get anybody else involved."
Allison nodded, knowing it wasn't a good idea to push Isaac when he wasn't
ready. So, instead, she just nodded and then pulled Isaac in for another hug.
Once the food got there, they ate, but it was mostly in silence. Allison wanted
to know more about the fight Isaac had with Derek, but knew better than to push
him. So, instead, she just watched him carefully.
They ate dinner in silence, and Isaac didn't offer any kind of conversation.
Allison answered any questions that Chris had about things that were happening
at school, but Isaac didn't look up from his General Tso's.
When dinner was finished, Chris got up, telling Allison that he needed to go
into the den, and Allison nodded. She looked over at Isaac, who was skirting on
the edge of not being in control. She reached over and grabbed his hand. "It's
okay, baby," she said to him. "You know you can talk to me about anything,
right?"
Isaac nodded, "I know."
Allison nodded. They cleaned up from dinner and Allison got her French textbook
out. They started going over everything they knew would be on the French test
next week, but Allison didn't stop worrying about Isaac.
-x-
"I've never seen him like that before, Lyds," Allison was saying into the
phone. "He wasn't in control. He was teetering towards the edge of no control,
but he didn't lose control exactly, so there wasn't anything that could have
been done. I just want to know what they fought about that had such an effect
on Isaac."
Lydia sighed, looking down at the phone on her desk. She was typing up a paper
for AP Biology, and she hated holding the phone while she typed, so she had the
phone on her desk and Allison was on speaker. After a few moments of silence,
Lydia said, "I don't know what to tell you, Ally. Did you try talking to Derek
about it?"
"I'm not exactly Derek Hale's favorite person," Allison answered. "While he
doesn't exactly hold it against me, he doesn't exactly seek out anybody with
the Argent name, either. All because of Kate."
"I get that," Lydia said, sighing. Maybe I'll talk to him about it."
"Would you?" Allison sounded hopeful. "I normally wouldn't ask you, Lyds, but I
get worried about Isaac sometimes."
Lydia nodded even though she knew Allison couldn't see her, "I get it. After I
get off the phone with you, I'll give Derek a call."
"You're a lifesaver, Lyds," Allison said. "I'll let you go so you can do that,
but do me a favor and call me right back, okay?"
"Yeah," Lydia said. "Will do."
They hung up and Lydia finished typing her sentence before she dialed Derek's
number.
"Hey," he answered on the first ring. "What's up?"
"You're on speaker," Lydia said. She always told people when they were; it was
a common courtesy. "Ally actually asked me to call you."
Even though they weren't face to face, Lydia could tell that Derek tensed up by
that. She continued, though, "She's really worried about Isaac."
"Has she seen him?" he asked. "He's not here."
"Yeah, he's at her house. He showed up as a wolf, Derek. I guess after you guys
had your disagreement, he ran to the Argents'."
"And Chris let him in, just like that?" Derek asked, sounding a little
bewildered. Lydia was a little confused at the tone of his voice. When she
asked him about it, he said, "Look, Chris is an Argent. He's a hunter, and even
though he no longer hunts like that, I'm just waiting for him to go back to his
roots. I mean, you never met Gerard, because he's never come around here, thank
God, but he's a real piece of work. And Kate..." his voice trailed off. "Kate
would've burned my family to the ground if she could've, and I just...I feel
like..." his voice trailed off again.
Lydia was a little taken aback. She had never expected Derek to be this candid
and honest with her, but here he was, and when she heard the crack in his
voice, she realized how much he trusted her. "That wouldn't have been your
fault, though," Lydia said finally, feeling like she needed to comfort him a
little. "Kate is one messed up bitch and I'm glad you trusted your mom enough
to tell her that Kate was hanging around. Seducing a teenage kid to just use
him and burn his family...it's cruel."
"It doesn't matter," Derek answered. "I'm just waiting for Chris to go back to
the way things were before. I mean, he and his wife were divorced by the time
he moved back to town, that's why he moved back here, but...sometimes I just
don't think I can trust him, and I wonder if he feels the same way about us."
"Ally and Isaac seem to really care about one another," Lydia said. "And I
think Chris takes that into account."
"Anyway, Isaac's gonna be fine," Derek said after a few moments of silence. "We
just had a minor disagreement, and when he comes home, I'm gonna talk to him
about it. Make sure he understands my point of view and show him that I
understand his. Things are going to be fine between the two of us."
"You know that Ally just worries about Isaac," Lydia said. "And I think she has
every right to. She really loves him, you know."
"I know," Derek said. "They haven't said the words yet, but you can tell they
love each other by the way they look at one another." There were a few moments
of silence, but they felt like they were heavy, and then Derek said, "Can I
come over? I mean, I'd understand if you said no, but -"
"Hey, Derek, it's fine. My mom's working an overnight shift at the hospital
tonight - not like she'd care otherwise - but sure, come on over. We can watch
a movie or something." There was another heavy moment of silence before Lydia
said, "I mean what I said. About Kate. It wasn't your fault, and if she had
succeeded in burning your family alive, it still wouldn't have been your fault.
She knows how to manipulate people to get what she wants, and you were just a
kid. Fifteen is still a kid, no matter what anybody else thinks."
"Thanks, Lyds," Derek said, and hearing the nickname come from his mouth was
weird, but Lydia decided that she like it coming from his lips. "I'm gonna come
over and we can do something. I mean, if that's okay with you? I don't want to
do anything that you're not comfortable with."
Lydia nodded and then said, "I'm sure. Come on over. It'll be nice to have the
company."
"Okay. Thanks, Lydia," Derek said, and then they hung up.
Lydia was lucky she had only a couple more paragraphs to go for the night, so
she finished them quickly, thankful that she had been forced to take three
years of typing classes in high school, because her typing speed was more quick
than anybody else she knew, and then shut her computer down. She went
downstairs just in time to hear the knock on the front door.
She opened the door and did the first thing she could think of; when she saw it
was Derek standing there, she lunged forward and captured his lips in a kiss.
This kiss wasn't anything like their first kiss had been; this kiss was hungry
and a little rough. Derek backed Lydia up to the wall and took control of the
kiss, which was definitely fine with her. She tilted her head to allow him
better access and he licked into her mouth.
With Jackson, he had let Lydia lead whenever they did anything. That's one of
the reasons that she stood up for him vehemently whenever anybody tried to put
him down - she had absolutely no experience when they started sleeping
together, Jackson had all the experience, but he let her do whatever she wanted
(within reason, of course) and never made her feel badly if she wanted to slow
down or stop. She held the reins when it came to sex with him.
But here, with Derek, it just felt right. She hitched her leg up and over his
hip, and then he was lifting her like she weighed nothing and she wrapped her
legs around his waist. He held onto her middle and the kissing got more hungry
as time went by.
Sooner than she would've liked, Derek was breaking the kiss and looking at her,
breathing heavily. As Lydia was catching her own breath, Derek said, "Sorry
about that."
"What are you sorry about?" Lydia asked. "I was the one who ambushed you."
"Yeah, I know," Derek said, "but I went along with it. I don't want you to do
anything you're not comfortable with. We don't have to have sex, or make out,
or even kiss if you don't wanna. I want to make sure you're one hundred percent
comfortable with everything we do."
Lydia watched him for a moment, resting her forehead on his, and then
whispered, "How are you this perfect, Derek Hale?"
He let out a laugh that sounded a little cynical and then said, "Trust me,
Lydia. I'm not perfect. If we're together long enough you'll figure that one
out."
Lydia shrugged, trying not to read into whatever was going on inside his head.
Instead, she said, "Carry me to the couch. If you're comfortable with it, I
want to make out with my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" he asked.
"Well, yeah," Lydia said, as if that was the most obvious answer. "I figured
that's what we were." She started feeling a little foolish as she said, "If you
don't want to be my boyfriend, you don't have to. I just thought...I thought
that's where we were headed." She made a move to get down, but Derek gripped
her hips. "I feel like an idiot, Derek. Please just let me go -"
"Listen to me, Lydia," Derek said. "You're the smartest girl in the entire
goddamn high school and I want you to know that I would love to be your
boyfriend. I just wasn't sure that's what you wanted."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard about your fling with Jackson Whittemore," Derek said. Lydia grimaced.
"Look, about that," Lydia said, and then she looked at Derek. "Hey, how about
you carry me over to the couch if you aren't going to let me down. I don't want
to have this conversation while I'm pinned to the wall."
"Sorry," Derek chuckled. He carried her over to the living room that was
adjacent to the hallway and then dumped her on the couch. He sat down next to
her when she patted the cushion.
"Like I was saying," Lydia said, watching him carefully, "what I had with
Jackson, that was all my idea. He didn't take advantage of me, and everything
we did was consensual - every little thing we did, it was all my idea. He let
me lead. Sex before marriage has never seemed like a big deal to me. It's how
you get better - you practice. And when I meet my Mr. Right, I want to be good
at it. So I talked to Jackson about it, and he helped me practice."
Derek nodded.
"Look, I don't want to have a whole lot of serious talk right now," she said,
leaning down and straddling his hips. "I was serious when I said I wanted to
make out with my boyfriend."
Before Derek knew what was happening, Lydia was covering his mouth with hers.
Lydia sighed happily into the kiss; kissing Derek was everything Lydia never
knew she wanted. As they sat on her couch, with Lydia straddling Derek's waist,
they were kissing each other like it was going out of style. She loved the
feeling of his lips on hers, and she loved the way he made her feel. He acted
like he truly cared about her, and that was something that didn't happen very
often. She had been blacklisted early on in her school career because she was
the smart, artsy one. Not a lot of people appreciated that about her. Sure,
Lydia knew that Cora, Malia and Allison cared about her, but the way that Derek
made her feel, it was like she was something special. Not even Jackson had made
Lydia feel like that.
Derek reached up after a few moments, cupped Lydia's cheek and broke the kiss,
"I really want you, Lyds."
Lydia took a deep breath, "I want you, too, Derek. Like, a lot. But I don't
know if I'm ready to go all the way - at least, not tonight."
"That's okay," Derek said. "I don't want the first time we have sex to be a
quick fuck on your couch. I want to take my time with you, worship you the way
you deserve to be worshiped." He leaned his head down to her ear and whispered
huskily, "But I really want to taste you, if that's okay with you."
"Taste me?" Lydia asked. She seemed uncertain and continued, "You mean go
down...?" She let her voice trail off. When Derek nodded the affirmative, Lydia
felt the blush that covered her cheeks.
She seemed to be debating it in her head, but then said, "Okay. If you really
wanna, I guess."
She got off his lap and laid down on the couch. Derek looked uncertain, but
Lydia said, "Mom's working an overnight shift, remember? She's not gonna be
home until at least seven o'clock tomorrow morning. But we can go into my room
if you really wanna."
"I want to do whatever's gonna make it more comfortable for you, baby," Derek
said confidently, in this voice that just oozed sex. She felt her insides melt
a little bit as she thought it over.
"We can just do it here." Derek nodded, giving her one more kiss on her lips
before flipping her skirt up and removing her panties, pocketing them.
"If it ever gets too uncomfortable, or if you wanna stop for any reason, tell
me, okay?" Derek said. "I don't want to force you into anything you're not
ready for. And I mean any time, okay?"
Lydia nodded and Derek knelt in front of the couch, leaning into her and
inhaling her scent. "God, Lydia," he groaned. "You smell so fucking good."
A blush covered her cheeks, but she knew that scent was a big deal to
werewolves, so she didn't say anything as Derek spread her legs wider. He left
open mouthed kisses on the inside of one of her thighs, and a pretty impressive
hickey on the other one.
The first touch of his tongue to her clit startled her a little. She wasn't
sure why, either; she knew that was his destination and he was working up to
this, but when he attacked her clit with his tongue, she let out a little gasp.
"There's no one else here, baby," Derek said, looking up at her. "I want you to
be loud; I want to hear you."
She tasted exquisite. Derek had always loved giving oral - he loved the taste,
the feel of going down on a woman, but he loved the fact that it was him who
was making them feel that way - but this was Lydia, and he wanted it to be
truly phenomenal for her. He licked her slit once, twice, and then fucked into
her with his tongue.
Lydia thrashed around on the couch above him and she was being loud. As in, she
was being so loud that he was surprised that nobody in the neighborhood was
coming over to make sure she wasn't being murdered. Derek smirked to himself;
he always knew she'd be a screamer.
"Need you on my clit, Der, please," Lydia groaned out, and Derek wanted to do
nothing but oblige. He gave her a few open mouthed kisses on her thighs before
inserting two of his thick fingers inside of her and sucking the hardened bud
into his mouth. This was all about exploration, about finding out what made
Lydia feel good. He attacked her clit with his tongue and teeth as he fucked
his fingers into her, and she moaned out, "Harder. Fuck me with your fingers
harder. Please, Derek, I need it."
The begging was so fucking hot, and he hadn't expected it. Lydia never seemed
like the type that would. But he started shoving his fingers in and out of her
harder, just like she had asked, and he sucked her clit into his mouth, sucking
on it hard. With a bite on her clit with his blunt, human teeth, she shattered
and came around him.
He fucked her through the aftershocks, until she was pushing him away.
"Oversensitive," she muttered, and Derek wiped his mouth. She reached for him
and pulled him down so she was attacking his lips with hers. As they broke
apart, she smiled.
"You taste like me," she said, watching him with a twinkle in her green eyes,
"and oh my God, it's so fucking hot."
Derek flipped her skirt back down and watched her for a minute. She looked
fucked out, and it was an awesome look on her. Derek couldn't help feeling a
little prideful that he was the one who made her look that way.
A couple of moments passed before Lydia said, "Do you want me to...?" Derek
shook his head.
"No, baby," he said. She looked like she was just a second from passing out.
"You can reciprocate some other time." He picked her up, bridal style, and
carried her up the stairs and to her bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and
she sighed sleepily. He covered her up with the quilt that was on the end of
her bed and then gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well, princess," he
said softly, and he saw the slight smile that was on her lips for a second and
then she was asleep.
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     There's a lot going on in my real life right now, plus a new secret
     undercover writing project I've started, so I don't have much time to
     write. Things are going to be getting better for me soon, so
     hopefully it'll get better and I'll start being able to update more
     then.
     Comments & con/crit are very much welcome!
On Friday, during lunch, Lydia was ambushed. Cora caught her before she went
into the lunchroom and said, "Stiles and I are going out tonight. Bowling. Do
you and Derek wanna come?"
Lydia shrugged, "Sure, I guess. I'll have to ask Derek." She watched Cora
intently before saying, "This isn't something we could've talked about during
lunch? I'm fucking starving."
Cora nodded, "Sure, sorry. It's just that Stiles is waiting for an answer."
"Your boyfriend seriously needs to learn some patience, Cor," Lydia said with a
laugh. "It seems like he hasn't gotten any better since when we were friends
before."
"Yeah, very true," Cora laughed. She left to go talk to Stiles and Lydia sighed
contentedly before grabbing her lunch bag out of her locker.
It's been three days since that night at her house between herself and Derek.
Derek was such a different person than what he let other people think about
him. He was kind and sweet, and even though they had only been out twice, he
didn't push her to do anything she wasn't ready for. She was almost certain
that when she told him she wasn't ready to have sex with him that night, he'd
get upset. But he didn't. Lydia had been pleasantly surprised.
She had told Cora, Allison and Malia that she and Derek were officially dating
now and she couldn't be happier. There had been a time in her life after the
divorce that she was pretty sure she'd never be happy again. Derek was proving
that wrong.
"Bowling tonight?" she asked Derek. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then
smiled.
"I'd love to," he said. "But you've gotta be pretty good to beat Stiles. He's
excellent at it. I'm pretty sure he cheats somehow."
"You can't cheat at bowling, Derek," Stiles said with a laugh.
"I remember how good he used to be," Lydia said, remembering all the summers
they spent in the bowling league as kids. She and Stiles kicked ass at bowling,
even though he used to be slightly better than she was. She wondered if he'd
improved since then.
There was a moment of silence while Derek and Stiles seemed to have a
conversation with their eyes, and then Derek turned to Lydia. "Pick you up at
six?"
"Sure," she said. "Sounds like fun."
"You wanna eat over here?" Stiles asked after Lydia turned to leave. "I mean,
Derek is your boyfriend now."
"You don't eat with your girlfriend," Lydia said. "In fact, none of you guys
do. I'm fine sitting over there with Mia, Ally and Cora."
Stiles nodded silently and Lydia gave Derek a kiss on the cheek. She went over
and started talking to the girls.
"Things are going well, huh, Lyds?" Allison asked with a smug smile on her
face. Lydia just rolled her eyes. When Allison knew that she was right, she
loved to rub it in.
"Yeah, yeah," Lydia said, waving a hand dismissively. She pulled out her usual
container of fruit and watched her friend.
The rest of the day flew by and by the time the final bell rang, Lydia was glad
to be out of there. She didn't have to work that night and wondered if Cora
knew that, because she wouldn't have asked otherwise. Cora usually kept an eye
on Lydia's work schedule, just so she knew when they could hang out together.
After Lydia got home that afternoon, she decided to get a little homework done,
so she set herself up at the dining room table and cracked open her AP Biology
book. She was the head of that class, right in front of Derek, but she wasn't
going to lose her spot. When she had told Derek that she was at the top of the
class and intended on staying that way, she wasn't kidding.
It was the beginning of October now and the first test of the semester for AP
Biology was coming up next week. She had exactly one week to study and remind
herself she could do this.
Lydia was smart. She'd always been a smart girl, but she was pretty bad at one
thing - tests. She could study and study for weeks before they happened, and
she really did know the stuff, but once the test was in front of her, it was
like she blanked. It didn't even matter what kind of test it was - she was like
this for every single one of them. It was even that way when she took her
driver's test at sixteen. But most of the time, she just studied extra and used
some deep breathing techniques her mother had taught her when she started
having panic attacks after the divorce, and it usually worked.
As she started reading about chimeras, she just couldn't pay attention. Her
mind was flicking back to everything that had happened in the last month. She
never in a million years thought that she'd start to be friends with Derek
Hale, let alone dating the guy. Everything was so different than what she
thought it'd be.
She sighed, slamming her textbook shut. Glancing at the clock, she realized
it'd be about nine o'clock in London, but knew that Jackson wasn't that busy.
While he'd been Mr. Popular over in Beacon Hills, when he got to London he felt
like he didn't fit in, so he didn't try all that much. Sure, he had his
friends, but he was nothing like what he'd been when he was over here.
They hadn't talked since that night on Skype, the night of the group date, and
Lydia really missed Jackson. Allison was her best friend, but she and Jackson
were extremely close, too.
She was happy to see, when she logged on to Skype, that Jackson was on there,
too. She video called him.
“Hey, Lyds,” Jackson said with a smile on his face. “How are you doing?”
“Everything seems to be just popping into place,” Lydia said, “which means that
something's going to go terribly wrong any day now.”
“So are you and Hale dating?” Jackson asked her.
“Yeah. Things are going well between the two of us, but...”
“You're waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Jackson said. “I get that. But you
know that not everything good is always followed by something bad, right?”
Lydia shrugged, “I don't know, Jackson. I really like the guy. And Stiles and I
are friends again, and it just feels like everything is popping into place.”
“You made up with Stilinski?” Jackson asked. “Really? Why?”
“You know just as well as I do that Stiles and I used to be really close. Our
moms are friends. And I missed the guy. Yeah, he can be a total and complete
ass most of the time, but I missed my friend.”
“He's still an asshole,” Jackson said. Lydia snorted, so Jackson asked, “What?”
“It's just that most of the people at BHHS still think of you as a douchebag,
Jackson,” Lydia said. “I'm sticking up for you about eighty percent of the
time.”
“It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch, even with an ocean between us,”
Jackson said. Lydia rolled her eyes.
“Be serious, Jackson,” she said. “There's so much more to you than that
douchebag that you let everyone at school see. Just like you, there's more to
Stiles than that asshole that everyone knows.”
“I doubt that very much,” Jackson said.
“Hey, you were part of his group when you were over here,” Lydia said.
“Exactly,” Jackson said. “I know how he acts. And he may have acted better when
we were kids, but I don't think there's anything of that kid you remember in
him at all. So much has changed since then. I mean – you haven't hung out with
him since we were what, twelve?”
“We hung out just last week,” Lydia said. “We went to see a movie and went to
Tony's afterwards.”
“Hale was there,” Jackson said. “He had to have been. He's the only one in that
entire group who would suggest going to Tony's, and it's mostly because of his
mom. He gets a discount, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” Lydia said.
“Look, Lydia,” Jackson said, the moment completely serious. “You just need to
be careful, okay? You're my friend and I worry about you. And I meant what I
said – Stilinski does one thing to upset you, to hurt you in any way at all,
and I'm on the first flight over there. I mean it.”
Lydia smiled. “Thanks, Jackson,” she said, “but I've got it covered.”
-x-
Bowling that night was a lot of fun. At Derek's insistence, they were split
into teams, with Cora and Stiles against Derek and Lydia. Lydia figured that
Derek knew she was a pretty good bowler – or maybe it was because he needed all
the help he could get.
“I guess the whole werewolf power thing doesn't help with all sports,” Lydia
laughed. Cora laughed at that, too, but Derek just scowled.
“I'm not that bad,” Derek muttered, but Lydia just laughed.
“We've been playing half an hour and you've managed to knock down six pins. And
no two of them were knocked down at the same time!” Stiles added. “You could be
better.”
Derek rolled his eyes, but when it was his turn again, Lydia went up to the
lane with him. She put her arms around him and said, “This is a little awkward,
since you're so much taller than me, but here, hold it like this.” She
rearranged his fingers and helped him with his stance. She showed him the
correct way to stand and then said, “Again, awkward, but here, this is the way
you need to stand.” She stood aside then and then said, “Go on. Throw the
ball.”
Sighing, Derek rolled the ball down the lane and managed to knock over three
pins – at the same time! Lydia bounced up and down and then pulled Derek into a
hug. “I knew you could do it,” she said. She gave him a quick peck on the lips
as she heard Stiles in the background.
“It's just three pins,” Stiles said. Lydia rolled her eyes.
“He's right,” Derek said.
“Hey,” Lydia said, an edge to her voice as she poked Derek's chest, “it's two
more at a time than you were getting before. Besides that, three is better than
none, alright? But the thing is, you're thinking too hard.”
“Really.” Derek said. It wasn't a question, and he absolutely didn't phrase it
that way.
“That's right,” Lydia said. “You're thinking about knocking down pins and
you're getting nervous. You need to think about something else.”
“And what exactly would you suggest?”
Lydia scrunched up her face – it was her thinking face – and the moment she got
an idea, she looked at Derek as he picked up his ball, and her entire face lit
up. She smirked as she leaned in on her tip toes and whispered, “Me. Think of
me. Naked.”
The look on Derek's face was priceless, but he nodded once and then Lydia went
over to sit down beside Cora and Stiles.
“Seriously, Lyds?” Cora asked, obviously having heard what Lydia said to her
brother. “Did you have to say that to him?”
Lydia grinned, “Absolutely.”
When Derek got his first strike of the evening, the grin on Lydia's face got
even bigger. Derek came up, kissed Lydia on the cheek, and then said, “I'm
going to go get a drink. You want something?”
“Sure. Diet Pepsi would be good,” she said. Derek nodded and left. Stiles and
Cora just watched Lydia for a few moments, and it was starting to grate on
Lydia's nerves.
“What?” she finally asked.
“The two of you are so adorable together that I want to puke,” Stiles said to
her. “I mean, seriously. I never thought the two of you would hold on a
conversation with one another, let alone date. Isn't it weird?”
Lydia shook her head, “Not really. It doesn't feel that strange.”
“It's so different from the thing you had with Jackson a few years ago, though,
right?” Stiles continued. Lydia eyed him warily, so Cora smacked his arm.
“What?” he asked. “Don't tell me that you think nobody knows about you and
Whittemore. Everybody knows.”
Then there was silence. There was so much silence, in fact, that you could hear
a pin drop. Lydia watched Stiles carefully, and Cora watched Lydia watch
Stiles, like she knew that Lydia was ready to pounce at any time. When Derek
came back with the sodas for himself and Lydia, he wasn't sure what the hell
was going on.
Finally, Lydia spoke, and it was quiet and deadly. “Listen to me, and listen
well, Mieczyslaw Stilinski,” she said, and it surprised both Cora and Derek
that not only did Lydia know Stiles' first name, but she said it perfectly.
“I'm not a slut, okay? I'm not ashamed of the thing I had with Jackson, at all.
He's a really great guy, even though he has this reputation of being a dick.
It's all a facade, okay? He's not really like that, and I saw the real him. We
didn't date, but it wasn't because he didn't want to. I was calling the shots,
alright? He didn't do anything without my express permission and everything we
did do was because I wanted to do it that way. Us not dating? That was all my
idea. And I wish I could stand here and say that I care about people knowing
about us, but I don't. I don't give one goddamn who knows and I could care less
what people like you think of me.” She sighed and looked at them. She was
really grateful that she had driven herself instead of getting a ride from
Derek like she had wanted to earlier. Finally, she said, “I've gotta go. Early
shift tomorrow morning.”
“But it's only nine-thirty,” Cora pointed out.
“I know,” Lydia said, “but I've got some stuff to do as well.” Her voice
cracked, but she wasn't sure why the hell she was getting so emotional about
this. She cleared her throat and then said, “I'll talk to you guys later.”
As Lydia walked out of the bowling alley, Derek looked at Stiles and then said,
“Mieczyslaw?”
“You just butchered the pronunciation, dude,” Stiles winced, “but now that
you've heard my real name you can just forget it, alright? I'm surprised that
Lydia even remembers it.”
“Dude, Lydia remembers everything,” Cora said. “Even you should know that.”
“What the fuck did you do?” Derek asked after a few moments. “I mean, I wasn't
even gone five minutes.”
“He's an idiot,” Cora answered. “He brought up her fling with Jackson and told
her that everybody knows. Which, if they do or if they don't, it's not like it
matters. Lydia never tried to hide her relationship with Jackson. But you
shouldn't have brought it up, especially not like that.”
Stiles nodded. After a few moments of silence, Derek drank his soda and gave
the other one to Cora, knowing that she would drink practically anything, and
then said, “I'm gonna go see if she's home yet. She may need someone to talk
to.”
Cora smacked Stiles on the arm again, but then nodded as her brother raced
after Lydia.
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     I've been so busy with some real life drama that I haven't been able
     to write in a few weeks. I'm going to work on updating my other
     stories this week, but I'm away from home, and my mom's wi-fi isn't
     that great, so the internet is in and out for me all the time
     (yesterday, I spent the entire day offline because it couldn't get
     itself straightened out) so I'm gonna do it when I can.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Derek went over to Lydia's house first, hoping that she had gone straight home.
He cursed Stiles' name all the way there. Derek wouldn't have been in this
predicament to begin with if it hadn't been for fucking Stiles.
But, at the same time, Derek had to thank him as well. If it hadn't been for
the bet, he wouldn't never gotten the nerve to talk to Lydia - the girl he'd
been pining after for a very long time. He'd always had some interest in her,
and because of Stiles' competitive streak, Derek had finally gotten up the
nerve to talk to her.
When Natalie Martin opened the door, she frowned at Derek. "Is Lydia not with
you?" she asked, a frown on her face. "I thought you guys were going bowling."
Derek sighed, "Stiles opened his big mouth and pissed Lydia off." He almost
looked embarrassed, but then said, "Sorry."
Natalie laughed, "Lyds says worse things on a daily basis. But she's not here.
Have you tried the lake? You know, the one that's over there by the preserve?
Lydia likes to go there, watch the waves, and just think. You could try there."
"You think she's gonna be there?" Derek asked her. Natalie nodded.
"She thinks I don't know, but right after the divorce, Lydia spent a lot of
time alone. And she used to go out there. I know because I had Riley follow her
once. We worried a lot about her after the divorce, not just because it was
hard on both of my kids, but because with her falling out with Stiles like she
did, and our luck was just particularly terrible at that point, and she
struggled with depression. She finally started seeing a therapist at my
insistence, but stopped after about three or four months because we couldn't
afford it." Natalie watched Derek before saying, "It's best that you not
mention that I told you. She gets really self-conscious about that kind of
stuff."
"Sure, Mrs. Martin," Derek said. "I'm going to see if I can find her."
"Alright, dear," Natalie said as Derek went back towards the Camaro. "Good luck
in finding her."
-x-
When Derek got to the lake, Lydia was, indeed, there. She was just sitting on
the dock, staring out into the water. She looked like she was deep in thought.
Part of Derek didn't want to disturb her, but figured it'd be best if she knew
he was there.
"Stiles is an ass," he said, coming over to sit down beside her. She looked a
little surprised that he was there.
"Why are you here?" she asked him. "You should be back with your friends."
"Cora's your friend, too," Derek said. "But I went by your house and see you
and your mom thought you might be out here. She said you like to watch the
water."
Lydia shrugged, "When I'm upset, sure I do. I know Mom knows - Riley knows,
too, because whether or not they know I know, he's followed me out here once or
twice. They worry about me."
"I don't blame them," Derek said, but realized what he sounded like, so he
decided to elaborate. "Family's important."
Lydia nodded, "Sure it is." She didn't meet his gaze, but instead kept her eyes
on the water, and then said, "Do you think I'm a slut, Derek?"
"Why on earth would I think that?"
"Because I had a thing with Jackson, and we didn't date. What I said to Stiles
was true - I'm not ashamed of being with Jackson the way I was, and it was my
idea not to date. Just because I was attracted to Jackson physically didn't
mean I wanted him to love me."
"But he's one of your best friends," Derek said.
"True," Lydia said. "We didn't start out that way. I know the main reason he
slept with me the first time was because he thought there was something
appealing about being my first. It may have started out that way, but you can't
sleep with the same person for a long time without developing some kind of
feelings for that person. I miss him a lot."
"Didn't that bother you, though?" Derek asked. "Knowing that he just wanted to
sleep with you because he wanted to take your virginity? That would make a lot
of people pissed as hell."
"It's different for me," Lydia said. "I hang out with Allison, Cora and Malia.
They're beautiful. And as much as an ass as Stiles can be, you've gotta admit
that he'd do absolutely anything for your sister if she asked him to. I wanted
something like that. I wanted to be wanted, I wanted to someone to think that I
was just as beautiful as they are."
Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. He couldn't do this. He had to tell her
about the bet. He didn't want her to hear it from anyone else, and maybe he
could beg her not to leave and she wouldn't. Maybe he could tell her that he
really did like her for who she was and she would just let it go.
He didn't do that, though. Instead, he said, "I think you're beautiful, Lydia,
and smart and extremely talented. You promised to show me that finished
painting, after all, and I'm holding you to that."
Lydia nodded, "Okay." She cracked a small smile and then started to get up.
"Let's just go somewhere. Minnie's is open right now; are you hungry?"
Derek nodded, "Sure, Lyds. I could eat."
-x-
"You are a total and complete asshole, Stiles Stilinski," Cora said to Stiles
after Derek had raced after Lydia. "Why bring it up? And even if it was a
harmless comment, why'd you have to bring it up that way? Lydia is well aware
that she's gossiped about enough at school, and you just had to go and make it
worse."
"I didn't mean it the way it came out," Stiles said. Cora just sighed.
"We're all aware that you're an ass, Stiles," Cora snapped. "I just...Lydia's
been through a lot, okay? And you've just made it worse."
Stiles sighed. "I'm sorry, Cora," he said, and he sounded genuine. "I didn't
mean it like that."
"Yes you did," Cora said. "I'm not going to sit here and buy that genuine act.
It's just an act, you know I know that, and Lydia deserves a fucking apology."
Stiles nodded, "Yeah, she does. I'll apologize to her at school on Monday."
"No, you won't," Cora said. "You and I are gonna go over there as soon as it
hits two o'clock tomorrow afternoon and you are gonna fucking apologize to
her."
"Why two?"
"She's working, eight to two tomorrow. You're not getting out of this easily,
Stiles."
Stiles nodded, "Okay, Cor, I will."
-x-
Derek dropped Lydia off at eleven o'clock that night, after calling his parents
and telling them he was going to be late. They had told him that if Natalie was
going to be home, they didn't care if he spent the night, so he decided to do
just that.
When he followed Lydia into her bedroom, he looked a little bewildered. Yes,
she had a queen sized bed, but he didn't expect her to be so open to the idea
of him sleeping with her.
"We're just gonna sleep, silly," Lydia said, a giggle escaping her mouth. "My
mom's not gonna care."
"Really?" Derek asked.
Lydia sighed, taking her jacket off and hanging it on the knob of her door
after she closed it. "Mom has an...interesting, I'm told...relationship with
both me and Riley. I'm allowed to drink, as long as I don't leave the house.
I'm allowed to sleep with any guy - or girl, if that was the case - that I
want, as long as we're safe. I know Mom used to allow Riley to smoke weed every
once in a while. She's always said that she wanted us to learn about vices in
our own home instead of out with questionable company."
"So she knew about your relationship with Jackson?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah. She knew exactly what we were doing up here. She
understands that I like sex and she doesn't try to control me. Besides, the day
I turned eighteen, she sat me down and told me that I'm a legal adult now and
she can't tell me what to do. I just have to remember that every single choice
I make has a consequence, whether it's good or bad, and I have to live with
that consequence, whatever it may be."
"Wow," Derek said, kind of amazed. "Can we switch parents?"
Lydia sighed before grabbing a pair of pajama pants and a tank top. She looked
at Derek and said, "Yeah, I love my mom, but I also adore your parents. You
don't know how good you've got it, Derek."
Lydia went into the adjoining bathroom to change her clothes, and when she came
back, she threw a pair of pajama pants at Derek. He caught them, a surprised
look on his face.
"You and Riley are the same size," she said to him. "I used to steal Riley's
clothes whenever I was feeling low, because he smelled just like Dad - they
used the same cologne - and it comforted me. I've got a t-shirt in my drawer if
you want a shirt, but all the times I've been over to your house with Cora, you
go around practically all the time shirtless so I figured it wouldn't be a big
deal to you."
Derek shook his head, "Nah, I'm fine. Do you want me to go in there to change?"
Lydia nodded, "Yes. I'm trying to keep my hands to myself."
"Aww, but where's the fun in that?" Derek asked with a smirk.
"I mean it, Derek," Lydia said. "I've had a whirlwind of emotions in just a few
hours and I'm exhausted, okay?"
"I'm sorry, Lydia," Derek said, the smirk dropping off of his face. Lydia
nodded as Derek went into the bathroom to change.
As they were lying in bed in the dark that night, Derek spooning Lydia, he
said, "I turn eighteen in December. When I turn eighteen, Mom and Dad have
already told me that they don't care what I do or who I'm with, as long as I'm
safe. A lot like your mom, actually. But I think they'd draw the line at us
sleeping together while they're home."
"If - or when, if it comes to that - we have sex, we are definitely not doing
it at your house, surrounded by werewolves who can hear absolutely everything.
I refuse to do that."
Derek chuckled, "You learn to get used to it. My parents are very open about
sex, since our hearing is amazing and they love each other a lot. Believe me,
it's not the greatest thing in the world, but I've learned to live with it. But
I understand what you're saying. But just because we're here doesn't mean your
mom isn't gonna know what we're doing."
Lydia nodded, "I know, but Mom isn't gonna say anything. I know Peter, okay?
He's gonna say something about it - the two of you snark back and forth all the
time and he wouldn't be able to resist bringing it up and embarrassing the fuck
outta me. You know that."
Derek chuckled again, "yeah, that is very true."
As Lydia laid on her head on Derek's arm, which was stretched out beneath her
head, she rolled over to look at him. "Hey, Derek?" she asked him.
"Hmm?" he asked, watching her closely. "Is something wrong?"
Lydia sighed, "I don't know. I mean, Stiles used to be my friend, but something
Jackson said to me a while ago has really been bugging me."
"What's that?" Derek asked, trying his best not to freeze up.
"He said something about how Stiles has changed a lot since we were friends.
And I believe that everybody changes, but the way that Jackson was making it
sound, maybe Stiles has changed so much that he and I can't be friends
anymore."
"Do you want to be friends with him?" Derek asked.
"Stiles and I used to be best friends, Derek. We used to be so close, he was
practically my brother. Claudia and John were pretty much my second parents,
and I missed them so much when Stiles and I had our falling out. I just hope
that it doesn't fuck up the relationship I have with Stiles, you know what I
mean?"
Derek nodded, "Yeah, I actually do. But I'm not gonna lie to you, Lyds -
sometimes Stiles can be quite an asshole. Hell, most of the time he can be
quite an asshole."
"I know," Lydia said. "I just...I want everything to be good, you know? What do
I have to do to make my life better? I'm nothing at school - which doesn't
bother me as much as people like to think. Most of those people are shallow -
so shallow I can stand in a puddle of them and not get my feet wet, you know?
That's why, whenever Jennifer Blake or Erica Reyes say shit to me, I can just
shrug it off, because I know I'm more than they are. I don't care what their
opinion of me is. I've got my paints, I've got my books, I've got my friends.
But what with the nonsense with my dad and the fact that I've been trying to
practically support myself since I want to take the pressure off of my mom, I
just really need to know that I'm contributing something."
Derek swallowed the lump in his throat before saying, "Yeah, I get that. I'm
sorry you have to go through everything you do, Lydia."
Lydia smiled briefly, "Thank you, Derek."
Chapter End Notes
     I've modeled Natalie Martin a lot after my own mother. What Lydia
     says about Natalie sitting her down and telling her that everything
     has a consequence, that's something that my mother did to me the day
     I turned eighteen years old. I've always appreciated that about her
     and I hear that I really lucked out, and Natalie just seems like
     someone with a level head who might just do that.
***** Chapter 14 *****
Chapter Notes
     It's been a little while, sorry about that. I've been visiting my mom
     and her internet is really sketchy, in and out all the time - I've
     had this chapter finished for a few days but the internet's been out.
     It just came back on maybe 10 minutes ago, so I wanted to get this
     chapter up before I lost internet again. I've got the next chapter
     already completed, so it'll be up in the next few days. I'm going
     home tomorrow afternoon, but I've been away from my husband for the
     last two weeks, so he's gonna want to spend a little time together,
     so I'm going to say the next chapter should be up, maybe in 2 or 3
     days. We'll have to see.
     Enjoy the chapter!
The next day, Stiles and Cora were over at Lydia's house when the clock hit
two-thirty. Cora had talked about going right at two, but she wanted to make
sure that Lydia had enough time to get from work to home. Derek met them at the
door.
"What are you doing here?" Cora asked her brother. "Is Lydia here?"
"I spent the night last night," Derek answered. When Cora gave him a
disbelieving look, Derek said, "Go ahead. Ask Mom and Dad. I told them I was
going to be home late and they said as long as Natalie was home, they didn't
mind me staying. I know why you're here," he said, glancing at Cora, "but what
is Stiles doing here?"
"I'm here to apologize," Stiles said, almost glumly. "Cora's making me."
"Just don't tell Lydia that," Cora said. "But yes, Stiles was an ass, and Lydia
deserves an apology. Has she come back from work yet?"
"Yeah," Derek answered. "She's in the kitchen."
Lydia was making sandwiches in the kitchen. She was in the refrigerator,
grabbing the turkey, and after she turned around, she saw Cora and Stiles
standing there. "Hey guys," she said to them, going back to the counter to
finish the sandwiches. "You hungry? I've got turkey."
"No thanks," Cora said to her. Stiles just shook his head.
"I came to apologize," Stiles said, coming closer to Lydia. "I didn't mean it
the way it sounded. I didn't mean to make you sound like the world's biggest
slut, honest. It's just...I was trying to express why I never thought I'd see
you and Derek together. And you guys look happy - happier than I've ever seen
him. I'm glad you guys are happy, Lydia."
Lydia smiled, and put a hand on his shoulder, "Thank you, Stiles. Your apology
means a lot to me."
"You deserve happiness and everything it entails, Lyds," Stiles continued. "I
know that we've had our differences, but trust me, okay? You deserve to be
happy."
Lydia nodded and then continued making the sandwiches. "You wanna stay for a
while?" She asked Stiles and Cora, who was still in the doorway watching them.
"We can watch a movie or something."
"What kind of movie?" Cora asked hopefully. She knew that whenever Lydia
offered to watch a movie with her superheroes were usually involved.
"I've got Captain America 2," Lydia said as she watched Cora. "How's that grab
you?"
"Ooh, Chris Evans," Cora said. Stiles shot her a look, but Cora ignored it.
"Sign me up. He's so fucking hot."
Lydia laughed, but then handed a couple of sandwiches to Derek and took one
herself. Derek, Cora and Stiles followed her into the living room as Lydia set
up the movie.
"Are you still into superheroes?" Stiles asked Lydia. "I thought that was just
something you used to be into. I figured you would'e outgrown it by now."
"Are you saying something bad about me being into superheroes, Stiles?" Lydia
asked. At Stiles' confused face, Lydia just laughed. "It's fine. I like them
sometimes. With all the rumors and shit that follows me around school, I don't
really think that true love is ever going to happen to me - at least, not in
the way they show in those chick flick-y movies. So I stick more to
superheroes."
Stiles nodded and then said, "I am sorry that everybody talks about you like
that. You know you're worth so much more than Erica or Jen."
Lydia sighed, but then said, "Thank you, Stiles. I appreciate that."
During the movie, Derek and Lydia sat next to one another on the loveseat,
while Stiles and Cora sat on the couch. Lydia ran her hand lightly down the
inseam of Derek's jeans, not really touching him where he wanted to be touched
enough, but rubbing his leg enough that he was starting to get hard. He could
think of so many things that he and Lydia could be doing than watching a movie
with his sister and Stiles.
When the movie was finally over, Derek was fully hard and only thinking of one
thing - getting Lydia to her bedroom as fast as he could. He knew Cora could
tell, too, because she shot him a disgusted look before grabbing Stiles' hand.
"We've gotta go," she told Lydia. Then she looked at Stiles, "We've gotta do
that thing."
"What thing?" Stiles asked, always the clueless one.
"C'mon, Stiles, I need to get out of here, now," Cora said in his ear. Lydia
wouldn't have caught it, but Derek sure did. Cora and Stiles rushed out of the
front door, and Lydia looked over at Derek.
"I wonder what her hurry was," Lydia said. Derek just shrugged. It was then
that Lydia straddled Derek's hips. "Since they're gone," she said, "I've been
thinking about this all fucking day."
She leaned in to give Derek a kiss, running her tongue across his lower lip.
She was silently asking for access, and Derek opened his mouth and their
tongues intertwined. Derek massaged Lydia's tongue with his, and the kiss
turned hungry. Derek broke the kiss and then said, "When's your mom due home?"
"She's working until seven," she said. "But you do know that we don't have to
wait for her to be out of the house, right? She's not gonna care."
Derek chuckled, "It's a lot to get used to."
"C'mon," Lydia said, grabbing Derek's hand. "Let's go upstairs."
As soon as Lydia's door was closed, she pounced on him once more. She leaned in
to give Derek another kiss, and he backed her up against her closed door. Their
kiss was urgent, hungry, and nothing like their first kiss had been. Lydia
loved the feeling of Derek's lips on hers and wanting nothing more to spend the
rest of the afternoon just kissing him. Derek, however, had other plans, as he
started nuzzling her neck, leaving open mouthed kisses wherever his mouth went.
He reached down to remove Lydia's shirt, and she let him take it off her. Derek
reached behind Lydia and removed her bra with a one handed ease that made Lydia
kind of jealous.
Derek mouthed at Lydia's breasts, kissing and nipping at one nipple before
doing it to the other. He kissed back up to her mouth and let their tongues
dance together. Lydia let out a low moan and it was right then that Derek
decided it was his mission to see just how many sounds he could yank from her
mouth.
"I want to taste you again," Derek said to Lydia. He grabbed her hand and she
let herself be led over to the bed, where she lay down. Derek removed her
skirt, panties and shoes, and took a moment to just look at her nude body. The
last time they did this, she was mostly dressed, so as she lay on the bed,
completely naked, Derek took just a moment to admire her. God, she was
gorgeous, and Lydia probably had no idea just how beautiful she was.
"God, Lyds, you're so beautiful," Derek said. "Do you even realize how
beautiful you even are?"
"Not that beautiful," Lydia mumbled. "Not as pretty as Malia, or Cora, or even
Allison."
"You're so much more beautiful than them, Lydia, you don't even know," Derek
said. "And I'm glad that I'm the one who gets to see it."
Derek slid to his knees, giving Lydia open mouthed kisses starting at her
ankle, up her leg, and onto her thigh. He did the same thing to the other leg,
trying to build up as much anticipation as he could to make it that much better
for Lydia. All he really cared about was her pleasure - he didn't even care if
he got off, as long as he made Lydia feel good.
When he spread Lydia's legs, throwing them over either of his shoulders, he ran
a finger down her slit and then inserted inside her, and then took it out and
tasted it. "God, Lyds," he said, looking at her, a twinkle in his green eyes,
"You taste so fucking good, you have no idea."
"I have a little idea," Lydia said to him. "I kinda like the way I taste."
"That is so fucking hot, you don't even know," Derek groaned out. He leaned
down into her pussy and just smelled her. Lydia always wondered why he did
that, but she remembered Cora telling her once or twice that scent was a big
deal to werewolves - especially born wolves. "God, you smell delicious," he
said to her.
When Derek licked a stripe up her slit, Lydia groaned out. He fucked his tongue
in and out of Lydia's center, moaning as he did so. He really seemed to like
going down on her, and knowing that Derek was enjoying this as much as she was
made Lydia even more wet.
Derek was moaning and it was vibrating on Lydia's clit, and she leaned up on
her elbows so she could watch him. She saw him with his hand on one leg, but
wondered where his other hand was.
When he moaned again, it was then she knew, and she looked down and saw his
jeans open, with Derek stroking himself slowly. Knowing that he was getting off
on this as much as she was did something to Lydia. "Need you on my clit, Der,
please," Lydia said, watching Derek closely. He obliged, sucking the bud into
his mouth and sucking on it.
He took his free hand and inserted two fingers into her center, fucking them in
and out of her, as he attacked her clit with his tongue and teeth. She thrashed
around on the bed as he fucked those fingers in and out of her.
"Add another finger," she said. "I need more." When Derek did as she asked, she
let out a low moan.
"So good, Derek, so fucking good," she said, partially out of breath. "I'm so
very close. Just a little bit more - make me come, Derek, please."
The pure need in Lydia's voice made Derek work a little harder at getting her
to come. He glanced up at her, and with her watching him, she fell apart. She
let out what Derek would classify as a scream as she came around him.
He fucked his fingers into her a couple more times before withdrawing them and
giving her clit one more kiss before getting up on his feet. He ran his hands
over his knees briefly before just looking down at her.
Lydia rearranged herself so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, and
pulled Derek's jeans and boxers down towards his ankles. "You tasted me," she
said, "now I want to taste you." She wrapped her small hand around Derek's dick
and licked a stripe up the underside.
He tasted good - he tasted like sweat and musk and all around masculine and it
was really turning her on. Lydia really liked giving blowjobs - she loved the
fact that even though she was the one on her knees (or on the bed in this case)
she was in control of the guys' pleasure. She was the one who was making him
feel good, and Lydia loved that. She also loved the way he tasted and really
wanted to make him come.
Lydia took him into her mouth, taking him all the way into her throat. Her
practice with Jackson had gone well, to the point where she could deepthroat
with ease. She reached down to fondle his balls as she sucked him off.
It wasn't long before he was pushing at her head, "Lyds, I'm so close, this is
just too good and I"m gonna come. If you don't back off right now I'm going to
come in your mouth." But Lydia wanted to feel him come, she wanted to taste
him, so she kept on sucking his dick, and it wasn't long before he tipped his
head back, letting out a loud groan, and his hot, bitter come flooded her
mouth.
She swallowed everything he had to give her, and then pulled off with a pop.
Derek leaned down to give Lydia a kiss, chasing his flavor that was on her
tongue. Their tongues danced together and Lydia broke the kiss, looking at
Derek and then saying, "I want you to fuck me."
"You sure?" he asked. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready
for."
"Believe me, I'm ready," Lydia said. "I want to feel you inside me."
"God," Derek groaned, "that sounds so wonderful. Do you have a condom?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah." She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a
foil packet. She looked at Derek, "How do you want to do this?"
"I want you to ride me," Derek said. Lydia groaned at that - it sounded
wonderful - so she told him to lie down on the bed. Lydia stroked him to
hardness (which didn't take much) and then, when he was all situated, with a
pillow under his head, Lydia took the condom from him, ripping the foil packet
with her teeth and rolling it on him. She straddled his hips, taking him in
slowly. Once she was fully seated on him, she groaned and then said, "Give me a
minute. You're bigger than anyone I've been with before."
Derek felt a stroke of pride with that sentence, but tried not to show it.
Instead, he just nodded and said, "Take your time, baby. I want this to be good
for you."
Lydia flexed her muscles around Derek's length, and after a few moments she
started to slowly glide up and down Derek's length. She tilted her head back
and let out a low moan, placing her hands on Derek's chest to help her along.
He felt so good inside of her, and it wasn't long before she started to babble.
"God, Derek, you feel so fucking good," Lydia moaned. "Nobody else I've ever
been with has ever filled me so completely, and I fucking love it."
Derek watched Lydia, and as she removed one of her hands off his chest and
reached down to rub her clit, and he loved the picture before him. Lydia was
riding him slowly, grinding herself on his length, and she was rubbing her clit
- she was taking her pleasure, and Derek loved that. He loved it when a girl
got into it - it was so fucking hot - and this was Lydia, and Derek wanted it
to be spectacular for her.
She started to ride him more roughly, snapping her hips and Derek groaned. He
knocked her hand out of the way so he could rub at her clit with his thumb, and
Lydia arched into his touch. As Lydia rode him, a string of profanities left
her mouth.
"Shit, Derek, so fucking good," Lydia groaned. "I'm so close, I'm gonna come -
make me come, Derek."
He started to thrust his hips upward, fucking into her. Her breathing started
to become erratic and it wasn't long before she was coming around him. She was
so fucking tight, he couldn't hold on much longer, and then he came was well.
Lydia leaned down, laying her head on his chest, giving herself a minute to
catch her breath. Her heart was pounding really hard, and the sweat was just
pouring off her body. A few moments later, she was sliding off of him, laying
down next to him. Taking the condom off, Derek tied it off and threw it in the
trash bin that Lydia had next to her bed. He positioned himself so he had his
arms around Lydia, and she was lying there with her head on his chest.
"God, Derek," Lydia slurred, obviously tired and would probably be asleep in a
few minutes, "you make me feel so good. Like, better than anybody's ever made
me feel before."
"You make me feel good, too, Lyds," Derek said, a small smile on his face. He
leaned down to give her a kiss on her temple. "Why don't you get some sleep? It
sounds like you could use it."
"Okay," Lydia said, yawning. "Just don't go yet."
Derek nodded, "I'm not going anywhere."
***** Chapter 15 *****
The next day was Sunday, and after Derek got up and did his workout, he went
over to see Stiles. When Stiles answered the door, Derek said, "Are your
parents here? I need to talk to you about the bet."
"Hi, Derek," Stiles said loudly, which told Derek that either John or Claudia
was in the room with him. "How are you doing?"
"Good," Derek answered. Hell, he might as well play the part if Stiles was
trying to play it off as a harmless visit from a friend. "I was wondering if
you wanted to hang out? We can go to my house and play a game of basketball or
something."
"Sounds good to me," Stiles said. He let Derek in and then said, "Let me grab
my jacket and shoes."
When Derek looked in the room, he saw John and Claudia sitting on the couch,
just looking at him. "Good morning, Derek," Claudia said, her legs crossed in
front of her. "How's your mother?"
"Good," Derek answered. "Everything's going well for her right now. She's
working on a big case, so she's busy, but she's happy."
"That's good to hear," Claudia said. "I haven't talked to her in a while, but
we haven't had any hunter problems or anything, have we?"
"Nope," Derek said. "For once, everything is pretty quiet."
"That's good to hear," Claudia said.
When Stiles came back down the stairs with his tennis shoes and jacket on, he
looked at his parents. "I'm gonna go over to Derek's," he said. "I'll be home
by curfew."
"Have fun, dear," Claudia said, and Stiles followed Derek out of the house.
"What did you need to talk about?" Stiles asked as they got in the Camaro.
"Something important?"
"Yeah," Derek said, "I'd say it's extremely important. I'm giving you one last
chance, Stiles - and this time, I'm fucking begging. Please, let's just call
off the bet. I can't do that to Lydia. I can't put her through this. If she
finds out about the bet, she's going to do think that everything I've told her
in the past couple of months is a lie, and I can't do that."
"I can't call it off, Derek," Stiles said.
"Sure, you can," Derek said. "It's easy. We just say there is no longer a bet
and everybody wins. Seriously, Stiles, Lydia's in a bad place. She has no self-
worth because of what everybody at school says about her, and I've been trying
to tell her how beautiful and wonderful she is, but if she finds out about the
bet, she's going to think that everything I said is a lie. And it's not, okay?
I like her a lot - I've liked her for a long time - and I just don't want her
to think that I lied to her just to get in her pants."
"So you did," Stiles said. When Derek gave him a sour look, Stiles said, "Oh,
don't be such a sour wolf. I'm still not calling the bet off."
Derek sighed, "Look, Stiles, I need the bet to be over, okay? I can't do this
to Lydia."
"You should've thought about that before taking it," Stiles said.
Derek sighed, but he knew that once Stiles made up his mind, he didn't go back
on it. As he drove them to his house, a silence overcame them, and it was
awkward as hell.
-x-
"So, all's good?" Allison asked Lydia later that day. Lydia was tending the
cash register at work, her least favorite job, but not much thought went into
it. Since Lydia was such a whiz with numbers, this was the easiest job in the
coffee shop. "I mean, I haven't heard anything on the contrary."
"Things are awesome," Lydia said. "Ally, I think..." Lydia looking around to
make sure nobody was watching or listening, "I think I'm starting to love him."
"That's great!" Allison said enthusiastically. "I mean, I didn't think you'd
ever get together with anyone after Jackson left. I know that you liked him a
lot."
"There's a difference between Jackson and Derek, though," Lydia said. "Jackson
and I didn't date. We just fucked around. Derek and I are dating, and I'm
happier now than I have been in a really long time. He makes me happy, Ally."
"That's great, Lyds," Allison said. "I am really happy for the two of you. You
both deserve to be happy, y'know?"
Lydia nodded and then said, "Thanks, Ally. I appreciate that."
Several moments of silence passed before Allison said, "I'm worried about
Isaac. I can't get anyone to tell me what's going on with him lately, and even
Talia's noticed it."
"You talked to Talia about it?" Lydia asked. Allison nodded.
"Talia's an amazing alpha and an amazing mother, Lydia," Allison said. "She
usually knows what's going on with her kids. I talked to her to see if she knew
what was going on with Isaac. She said that she's noticed he's been a little
moody lately, but nothing too major. He's starting to worry her as well."
"I wish I could tell you what to do about him," Lydia said. She glanced at the
clock and then said, "I get off in about an hour. Do you want me to try to talk
to him?"
"Would you?" Allison asked her. "I would be so grateful if you did, Lyds, you
don't even know."
Lydia nodded, "Sure, Ally, I can do that."
Allison left about fifteen minutes before Lydia got off shift, but once she
did, she got in her car and drove over to the Hale estate. The drive to the
Hale estate was a little longer than going anywhere else in town, but once she
got there she saw Stiles and Derek outside, playing basketball. When Derek saw
her, he said something to Stiles and then came towards her.
God, even when he was exercising, he looked hot. He was wearing a pair of black
basketball shorts and was shirtless. There was sweat pouring off his body, but
when Lydia saw that, it made her think of other things - things she shouldn't
have been thinking about right then, especially not with a family full of
werewolves who could smell her emotions. The smirk on Derek's face told her
that he caught exactly what she was thinking about at that moment in time.
He leaned down to give Lydia a peck on the lips and then said, "What are you
doing here?"
She shrugged, "I'm here to see Isaac. Is he here?"
Derek nodded, "Yeah, he's inside. What do you need to see him for?"
"Ally's noticed he's been a little...off lately. She asked me to talk to him."
Derek had a look on his face that Lydia couldn't quite put her finger on, but
decided not to mention it. Instead, Derek said, "He's upstairs. You know which
room is his?"
Lydia nodded, "Yep, I certainly do. I'll see you guys later." She stood up on
her tip toes so she could kiss Derek's cheek and then went inside.
When she got to the second bedroom on the second floor, which she knew as
Isaac's, she knocked a couple of times. Isaac opened the door after the second
knock.
"Hey," Isaac said to her. "You're not...who I was expecting. What are you doing
here?"
"I came to see you," Lydia said. "Ally actually asked me to come and talk to
you. She's worried about you."
"Why?" Isaac asked. He went back inside his room and noticed that Lydia stood
at the doorway. As he sat down on his bed, he said, "You can come in if you
want."
"Thanks," Lydia said, sitting down in his desk chair. "Ally's worried about you
because people can tell there's something off about you, Isaac. Wanna tell me
what it's about?"
"Can I ask you a question and you answer me honestly, Lydia?" Isaac asked
suddenly, and Lydia nodded.
"Sure," Lydia said. "You can tell me anything."
"It's just hypothetical," Isaac said. "Something that I've been wondering."
Lydia nodded, "Sure. Ask away."
"What would you do, hypothetically, if you had a friend who was keeping a
secret from their other friend by they knew that it was going to hurt the
person when they found out about it? Like, if person A was keeping a secret
from person B, but person C is caught in the middle. What would you do?"
"And you'd be person C, hypothetically speaking?" Lydia asked. Isaac nodded.
"If it were me, I'd tell person B the truth," Lydia said. "It might hurt them a
little bit, but it's better they know rather than be embarrassed and broken
hearted, right?"
"But what if person A would get pissed if you spilled the beans?" Isaac asked
worriedly. "And what if they don't want to put the relationship in jeopardy,
but at the same time, person C is also friends with person B? And they're
afraid of jeopardizing the other relationship as well. Like, they're stuck in
the middle and can't find a way out."
"Isaac, what do you know?" Lydia asked, placing a hand on his arm. "Is there
something you're trying to tell me?"
Isaac just watched Lydia for a few moments before saying, "Tell Ally I'm fine.
I'm gonna be okay. I'm just working through some stuff in my head."
"Are you sure, Isaac?" Lydia asked. He nodded.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm positive."
Lydia looked at him and then said, "Okay, Isaac. It's just that we're your
friends, your pack, and we're worried about you. Always remember that you can
come to me."
Isaac nodded as Lydia got up and started out the door. Isaac said, "Lydia?
Thanks."
Lydia smiled at him, "You're welcome, Isaac."
-x-
The next couple of days went well for Lydia. She felt like she had everything
she wanted with Derek, and everybody knew they were dating. She heard a few
crude whispers from the popular girls, it was true, but Lydia tried her hardest
to ignore them.
That was, until she heard Jennifer Blake and Erica Reyes whispering to one
another during AP Biology. She had to put up with Jennifer hitting on Derek
every time she got a chance, but was happy when Derek kept on turning her down.
"He's just with her because she puts out," she heard Erica whisper. "I mean, if
you put sex on the table, any guy would be willing to stay with a girl, no
matter how much of a loser she is."
"She's just a slut," Jennifer said. Lydia kept her eyes forward, but she could
feel Derek tense beside her. He reached down and took her hand in his.
By the time class was over, Lydia was close to tears. Her next period, the last
period of the day, was a free period, so Lydia looked at Derek, tears brimming
in her eyes and threatening to spill over, "I'm gonna go home. I've got a free
period right now and I just...I need to go, okay?"
"Don't let a couple of shallow bitches hurt you like that, Lydia," Derek said.
Lydia just shook her head.
"I've gotta go, okay? I'll call you later."
Derek gave Lydia a kiss on the cheek and said, "Okay. It's gonna be okay,
Lydia. Right?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah, it will be."
After Lydia left the school, Derek went up to Jennifer and Erica, "Where the
fuck do you guys get off talking about her like that?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jennifer said, feigning ignorance.
"Especially not that loser Lydia Martin."
"You know what you did," Derek said. "And you hurt her feelings. I'm not gonna
put up with you doing that to my girlfriend, okay? It's just not right."
When Kira Yukimura, who Derek knew was dating Scott, came up to the girls, he
said, "You're Kira, right?" When she nodded, he said, "Find yourself some new
friends, seriously. You can do so much better than the two of them."
"What's the big deal?" Jennifer said as Derek walked away. "I mean, what's up
his ass?"
"It's probably the bet," Kira said. When Jennifer and Erica gave her a blank
look, Kira said, "You didn't know? Stiles bet Derek that he couldn't get Lydia
to fall in love with him in three months. He's doing his best to get Lydia to
love him."
"That is just too delicious," Jennifer said, an evil grin covering her face.
"Too delicious indeed."
***** Chapter 16 *****
Chapter Notes
     I've been pretty sick this past week, with a sinus infection that
     feels like someone took a sledgehammer to my head, but I managed to
     write a little, between naps and laying on the couch. I have the next
     chapter half written, but since I haven't been able to be vertical
     for more than an hour at a time, I'm not sure when it's going to be
     finished. Hopefully this will tide you over for a little while.
     As usual, comments & con/crit are welcome.
"What did you say to Lydia?" Derek asked Isaac on Friday afternoon after the
last bell rang. Isaac was on his way to lacrosse practice when Derek stopped
him.
"I have no clue what you're talking about, Der," Isaac said. "You're gonna have
to give me a little more."
"Lydia came over to the house last week to talk to you, remember? What did the
two of you talk about?"
"Oh, that. Allison's noticed that something's been bothering me, or at least
that's what she told Lydia. She asked Lydia to come and talk to me about it."
"And what did you say?"
"Look, Derek, I didn't spill your secret, okay? I didn't tell Lydia anything
having to do with the bet, alright? I just told her I had some noise in my head
as of lately and I needed some time to myself. But for the record, I absolutely
hate what you guys are doing to her. I hate that when Lydia finds out about the
bet, she's going to be a laughing stock, and I hate the fact that Allison will
never trust me again. I love her, Der, and she's going to think that I'm out to
get her best friend - which isn't true, by the way. I like Lydia and don't want
anything bad to happen to her. She's a good girl and a good friend. And I'm
going to fucking beg you one more time - don't do this to her, Der. Please."
"I can't take it back, Isaac," Derek said. He watched his brother for a good
minute before saying, "I tried to get Stiles to take it back. I asked him to
just let it go, but I can't quit the bet without forfeiting."
"So fucking forfeit, Derek!" Isaac exclaimed. He looked around to make sure
nobody heard him, but the hallways were empty. "Look, Derek, forfeiting would
be one of the best things you can do for Lydia right now. What do you think
she's going to do when she finds out she was nothing but a bet? Do you think
she'll ever talk to you again? Do you think she'll ever trust you again?
'Cause, I gotta tell you, if you do, then you're in for a pretty big
disappointment, buddy."
"I can't forfeit, Isaac. I'm not going to let Stiles win this one."
"It isn't about winning anymore, Derek!" Isaac sighed before looking at Derek.
Derek was a good three or four inches taller than Isaac, but right now, Isaac
was the intimidating one. "Do you not understand? You're ruining everything
about her - especially her reputation. She's going to be a laughing stock if
this continues - if people find out about the bet. And trust me, they will. How
long do you think you have before Jennifer Blake and Erica Reyes and their
merry band of bitches find out about this? Jen knows everything that goes on in
this school - she is the fucking gossip queen. And if you think she'll keep it
a secret, you're in for a rude awakening. Jennifer and Erica have hated Lydia
for a long ass time, and if they ever get a chance to humiliate Lydia, you know
for goddamn sure that they're gonna take it."
"Lahey!" Their conversation was cut short by Coach coming out into the hallway
where they were talking. "If you're done gossiping, how about you come to
practice? Keep on gabbing out there and you'll be doing suicides for a month."
Isaac groaned, "Look, Der, please, just think about what I've said. Don't hurt
Lydia like this, please, okay? Just don't. She doesn't deserve this." And with
that, Isaac ran into the locker room to change for practice.
"Hi, Derek," came a voice, but Derek groaned when he heard it. He knew that
voice.
"Jen," Derek said, turning around to look at her. "How much of that did you
hear?"
"Quite a bit, actually," Jennifer said. Then she shrugged, "But it's okay. I
already found out about the bet."
"How long have you known?" Derek asked. He was starting to get nervous. When
Jennifer Blake knew your deep dark secrets - well, nothing good could ever come
of that.
"Since Monday. Kira told me."
"And you haven't said anything yet? I'm shocked?"
Jennifer shrugged, "Yeah, well, when you have something as golden as this, you
have to wait for the opportune moment."
Derek sighed, "Jen, what do I have to do to get you not to tell anyone?" He
watched his ex-girlfriend carefully before saying, "Lydia doesn't deserve
that."
Jennifer made a face and circled Derek where he was standing. Finally, as she
looked at him, she said, "Don't worry about it, Derek. I could probably be
persuaded."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Derek asked her. Jennifer shrugged.
"Well, for one, break up with her, Derek. Make it loud, and make it public. Or
else I will spill the beans."
"I'm in love with her, Jen," Derek said, and he saw her eyes widen in surprise.
"Seriously?" She asked him. When Derek nodded, she said, "Well, I don't care.
We're playing by my rules now, Derek, and that's that."
As Jennifer walked away, Derek raced over to The Grind. He had to tell Lydia
before she heard it from somewhere else - and Derek knew Jennifer would love
the opportunity to humiliate Lydia.
-x-
When Derek got to The Grind, he spotted Lydia behind the register, reading from
her French textbook. He walked up to her.
She smiled when she saw him coming, "Hey, Derek. What's up?"
"Lydia, we've gotta talk," Derek said. "Are you busy?"
Lydia shook her head, "Nah. Studying for my AP French test, but I know pretty
much everything I need to know. What's up?"
Derek licked his lips before watching Lydia and saying, "I...I've gotta tell
you something. But before you react, before you answer me, would you pretty
please just listen to what I have to say?"
Lydia crinkled her brow before nodding, "Sounds serious. What is it?"
Derek watched Lydia closely, "You were a bet. I'm so sorry, Lydia - God, I'm so
fucking sorry, but me being together with you like this...it was all a bet. And
I'm the worst kind of scum there is."
The color drained from Lydia's face as she said, "What bet?"
Derek swallowed before saying, "About two months ago, Stiles bet me that I
couldn't make you fall in love with me in three months. He was pretty sure that
you'd never go for a guy like me, and I like challenges, so I took it. But
Lydia, it was before I knew you, before I got to know you, and I'm really sorry
that I made the bet in the first place. I didn't mean to hurt you, Lydia - I
swear I didn't."
Lydia stood there for a good minute, feeling like someone just slapped her
across the face. Finally, she said, "Why'd you take the bet, Derek?" Her voice
was in nothing but a whisper, and Derek was pretty sure that if he didn't have
super hearing, he never would have hurt her.
"I don't know," Derek said, shaking his head.
When it came, Derek was not prepared for it. Lydia's fist connected with his
jaw, and even though it wouldn't break anything or even hurt for very long, it
sent him to the floor. She had a lot of strength for such a small girl, and it
took him off guard a little.
"I can't believe you, Hale," Lydia spat. "I was a bet." Even though Derek knew
that Lydia was pissed, she also sounded wickedly calm; almost like she was more
disappointed than angry. "Everything between us, it was all pretend. I
should've fucking known better."
A few hushed words were coming from people around them, and the next thing he
knew, Lydia was gone. When he finally pulled himself up off the ground, he was
face to face with Betsy Miller, who was the manager of the coffee shop, and she
just looked at Derek.
"I sent her home," Betsy said to him. "And you're not welcome here anymore,
Derek. Please leave."
With that, Derek turned around and walked out the front door.
-x-
It'd been three days. Lydia had been in her room, cocooned in a blanket for
almost three days straight. She didn't want to go anywhere and she didn't want
to see anyone. Every time that Cora, Malia or Allison had shown up to talk to
her, Lydia had had her mother tell them that Lydia didn't feel well and that
she'd call them later. She was hurt that someone - that fucking Derek of all
people - would do this to someone else. But, most of all, she was angry.
Now, people would think that Lydia was angry at Derek - and yeah, okay, maybe
she was, just a little. But the actual person she was angry at the most was
herself.
Her big brother Riley had said several times, "You need to remember, Lyds, if
something seems too good to be true, then it probably is." Those were his words
of wisdom, his words to live by. Lydia felt stupid, felt naïve, felt like a
total idiot for letting Derek get to her like he had. And goddamn it, she had
really fallen for the bastard. Of course, she hadn't said the words yet, but
she knew what she felt. Part of Lydia was grateful she hadn't actually said the
L word to Derek, because then he'd have something else he didn't deserve.
Lydia had taken a day off from school already, and while Natalie Martin didn't
know everything that her daughter was going through, she knew it must've been
quite a lot, considering that Lydia hated taking days off. So when the second
day rolled around, Natalie was beyond worried. So she called the only person
who Lydia had ever confided in.
"Hey, little sister," Riley Martin said as he knocked on Lydia's door the next
afternoon. He had been studying at Berkeley, and it wasn't that far of a drive
from there to Beacon Hills. When Natalie had told him that something was wrong
with Lydia and she wasn't even going to school, Riley emailed his professors,
telling them there was a family emergency. Because, as far as this was
concerned, it was a fucking emergency.
"Ry, go away," Lydia mumbled, but Riley didn't listen to her. Even though Riley
was almost four years older than Lydia was, they were really close growing up.
Riley figured that was because of the divorce. Riley had been a teenager when
their parents divorced, and their household hadn't always been the easiest
place to live, to Lydia and Riley found solace in each other. And while they
had friends with the Hale kids for a really long time, sometimes, Riley and
Lydia just liked being together - just the two of them.
"C'mon, Lyds, Mom's really worried about you," Riley said through her bedroom
door. "Unlock the door, or I swear to God, I will pick the fucking lock."
Lydia sighed heavily, but about two minutes later, the door swung open. Riley
took a good look at his sister. His face softened.
She looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her hair was a mess, tangled up in a
messy bun on her head, and there were dark circles under her eyes. And speaking
of her eyes, they were bloodshot and extremely glossy, like she'd been crying.
She had a big comforter wrapped around her body and there were tear tracks on
her cheeks. She just looked awful.
"What do you want?" Lydia asked rudely. "I was in the middle of something.
"What were you doing?" Riley asked her.
Lydia motioned to her laptop, which was on the bed, and Riley could tell that
she had been playing a movie on there because it was paused at that moment,
just a blur of red. "Tony was just about to kick Obadiah's ass. It's my
favorite part."
Oh. This explained so much. Even though to the normal observer, it looked like
Lydia was just movies, Riley knew what Lydia didn't have to say. When they were
little, Riley and Lydia used to bond over comic books. Over the characters,
over the cartoons, and eventually, over the movies. But nowadays, Lydia only
pulled out superhero movies when she was angry - and Riley knew that.
"Can I come in?" Riley finally asked. Lydia just shrugged and went over to her
bed, crawling into it and un-pausing her movie. Riley took a few moments to
just watch her before saying, "God, Lyds, what happened to you?"
"Why don't you go ask Derek Hale?" Lydia answered, practically biting out the
words. She made a face like just saying his name left a bad taste in her mouth.
"Why? Did something happen?" All of the sudden, Riley was on high alert. It was
true that he had known Laura Hale, and they had even dated in high school, but
still remained really good friends. The only reason they had broken up was
because while Riley planned on going to Berkeley, Laura went east and got
accepted at NYU and it was just too far for either of them to have a steady
relationship with each other.
"Ry, for once in your life, just forget it, okay? I just need you to let this
one go," Lydia said, but her voice wavered.
Riley felt himself start to get angry, "Lyds, did he do something to you?"
Lydia shrugged, her eyes not leaving the computer screen, "Something like
that."
"Look, Lyds, you really should get some rest," Riley said after a moment,
deciding that he needed to get to the bottom of this. "Finish Iron Man, watch
Tony Stark beat the bad guy, but then promise me you'll get some sleep. You
really look like you could use it."
Lydia nodded silently and Riley kissed the top of her head, "I'll be back
later."
The first order of business was to call Laura, Riley decided. The Hale kids
were pretty close, and even though Riley knew that Laura was in New York, he
called her up. He figured that she might know something.
"Hey, Ry, I was just on my way out -" Laura started, but Riley cut her off.
"What the fuck did your brother do to my sister?" Riley asked her. Laura made a
surprised noise.
"Something's wrong with Lydia?" she asked, and it sounded like a bag dropping
on the floor. She said something to someone who must've been in the room with
her and then said, "What's wrong with her?"
"I'm not sure, but whatever it is, it's something that your brother did. I want
to know what it is, because I swear to God, Lo, if he is the reason she is the
way she is right now, I'm going over there to kick his ass, and I really don't
care that he is your brother."
"Ry, you need to calm down," Laura said. "I know how close you and Lydia are.
And I promise you this; I am going to find out what happened. But how bad is
it?"
"She hasn't been out of the house in four days, Lo," Riley said. "She didn't
even go to school."
"Okay," Laura said, sighing. "I'm gonna call Cora. If anybody knows anything
about what happened between the two of them, it'd be her."
"If you don't call me back in two hours, Lo, I'm going over there and no one
can stop me."
"Okay, Ry," Laura said. "Just give me two hours."
After she hung up with Riley, Laura pulled out her laptop and booted up Skype.
It would've been five o'clock in Beacon Hills, and she knew that Cora got on
every night. Laura didn't know what Cora did on there, and God, she didn't even
want to know, but she knew her sister did.
"Hey," Cora said, once they were connected. "I wasn't expecting to see you on
today. I thought you were going on a date."
"I kind of was, but I had to cancel," Laura said. "Riley Martin just called
me."
Cora stiffened up a little bit, but it was enough that Laura caught it. She
sighed and said, "What? Cora, I need you to tell me."
"So, Derek and Lydia have kind of been a thing lately," Cora said. Laura
nodded. "He's been really sweet to her. They went on dates, and were actually
kind of sweet together. But then, last week, at Lydia's job, Derek shows up and
tells her it was all a bet. Apparently, a couple of months ago, Stiles had bet
Derek that he couldn't get any girl that Stiles chose to fall in love with him.
And Derek, of course, accepted."
"It was a bet," Laura said, not really sure what she was feeling at that
particular moment. "He did that for a bet?"
Cora nodded silently.
"Cor, is Derek home?" Laura asked after a moment. Cora nodded.
"Go get him. I want to have a word with my little brother."
A few moments later, when Cora returned with Derek, he looked like he was going
to turn white when he saw Laura sitting on the other side of the computer
screen. He took a deep breath, "Hey, Lo."
"Don't do that to me, Derek," Laura snapped. "How dare you? How could you do
that anyone, especially someone as sweet as Lydia? You've known her practically
your entire life! She was just a fucking bet?!"
"It started out that way, but I like her, Laura! I know that it just started
out as a bet, but I -"
"Derek, I can't believe you," Laura said, cutting him off. "No fucking wonder
she's a mess."
"How do you know about her, anyway?" Cora asked.
"Riley called me," Laura said. "He's worried sick about her, and now I've gotta
call him back and tell him this. I've gotta tell him that my douchebag idiot of
a brother hurt his baby sister." She stopped for a moment, sighed and rubbed at
her temples. "He threatened to go over there and kick your ass, Derek, and I
don't care that you are my brother. You've got it coming."
"I didn't mean for it to get this bad," Derek said. "It was just a stupid bet."
"Yeah, well, tell that to the girl who's just had her heart ripped out of her
chest."
***** Chapter 17 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm finally mostly over my sinus infection, which means that I can
     write a little more than I did last week. I want to update all my
     stories this week, and I'm also working on another Dydia project
     (plot bunnies are hitting me HARD) so I've got my plate full. But,
     look! An update!
     Are you all ready for some angst?
When Riley Martin showed up at the Hale estate, Derek knew he had it coming. He
stepped outside on the porch as soon as he heard Riley's truck pull up. When
Riley got out, Derek said, "I know what I did was stupid, and I know you're
here to kick my ass, but can we at least do it where my parents don't have to
see it?"
"Why?" Riley asked, and Derek knew just by the tone of his voice that he was
pissed off. "Because you don't want them to know what you did to my sister?"
"It wasn't like that," Derek said.
"It wasn't like that?" Riley asked. "Tell me then, Derek, what exactly was it
like?"
"Okay, yeah, it was a bet," Derek said. "But I like her. I may even be in love
with her."
One look at Riley's face told Derek that that remark just pissed him off even
further. "Don't do that, Derek. Just don't. Lydia's hurt enough as it is and I
can't believe that you would do this to anyone. Didn't your parents teach you
any better?"
"Yeah, they did, but it was just a stupid bet," Derek said. After a moment, he
realized what he had just said and winced at his own words. "I don't mean it
like that, Riley. I mean, I just thought -"
Derek heard the punch before he felt it, and it was so forceful that it knocked
him down to the ground. He spit some blood onto the ground as he mumbled, "Wow,
now I know where Lydia gets her killer left hook from." He pulled himself up
off the ground and said, "Look, Riley, I know you're super pissed, and I know
that I had this coming, but if you'd just wait a minute and let me explain."
Riley nodded, a cynical look on his face, "Okay, Derek. Explain. I'd love to
fucking hear why you hurt my sister so goddamn much."
"I was an idiot. I am an idiot," Derek said. "I liked Lydia before the bet - I
did. She was always nice and sweet and kind and honest and there was always
just so much there to love. I just...I guess I didn't realize how much it would
hurt her." Derek sighed, "Look, I hate myself so much right now for even
treating her like that. It hadn't been about the bet in a really long time -
and I tried to get Stiles to take it back. I tried, okay? He wasn't having it."
"So what you're telling me is that I need to kick Stilinski's ass, too?"
"I'm sorry," Derek said weakly. "I didn't mean to hurt her."
"That's bullshit," Riley spat. "You took everything she had, Derek. You hurt
her, and what's worse, you probably embarrassed her in front of the entire
school. Everyone knows about the bet, and she's just a big joke to everyone. I
can't even believe you right now. Derek, you're fucking pathetic."
Derek hung his head. "Yeah," he finally said. "I really am."
-x-
The next time Lydia woke up, she was being aggressively cuddled by both Cora
and Malia. Figures, she thought to herself. It'd been almost five days and she
hadn't stepped foot outside the house. She was finally getting around to taking
showers and making her own food again, but she just wasn't brave enough to face
the real world. She knew that Malia would come for her eventually. That was
just the kind of person that Malia was.
She tried to wiggle her way out of the cocoon they had built around her, but
Malia just hugged her tighter. Finally, she sighed and said, "Hey, guys?"
Cora opened her eyes and looked at Lydia. "Hey, you," Cora said. "Sorry, Mia's
an aggressive cuddler when she thinks someone is hurting. And we know you're
hurting, Lyds."
"I just want to be left alone right now, guys," Lydia said, wriggling out from
Malia's grasp. "I don't even wanna think about anything."
"Considering it's Wednesday and you haven't been to school since last Friday,
Mia and I brought your homework," Cora said as Lydia stood up. "It's on top of
your laptop on your desk."
Lydia smiled weakly, "Thanks."
"And are you going to make your presence at school, or are you dropping out?"
Cora asked her.
Lydia rubbed the sleep from her eyes, "I'm going back on Monday. I'm going to
have Mom write a note to explain my absence."
"And the explanation is?"
"Depression. I had a bit of a low and I needed time to take care of it."
Cora nodded, "Okay."
Lydia walked into her bathroom, turning the water on and splashing her face. As
she came back out, Cora said, "So, are we not talking about it, Lyds?"
Lydia shook her head, "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Ignoring the problem isn't going to make it go away," Cora said. Lydia just
shrugged, as she got out of her sketchbook. She grabbed a pencil out of her
desk and settled in-between where Cora was sitting and Malia was still napping.
She opened her book and started to draw.
"I mean it, Lyds," Cora said. "I know that Derek hurt you. I get that, okay?
But you need to address this problem."
Lydia shrugged, "I just don't wanna deal with it right now."
She noticed that Cora was still watching her, so Lydia said, "What do you want
me to say, Cor? Do you want me to tell you that I'm in love with your brother?
Do you want me to say that part of me doesn't even care if he loves me back as
long as he doesn't leave? Because they're both true. I'm so fucking in love
with your brother it's unreal, okay? And part of me doesn't care that it was
just a bet. I wanna be with him, and, even though I know I was just a bet, just
a fucking joke, I would do anything to make him love me."
Cora licked her lips nervously before saying, "I really am sorry, Lyds. Is
there anything I can do to make it better?"
Lydia shook her head, "No. Just let me be, okay? And on Monday, I'll go back to
school and pretend everything's okay. But for right now, I just need to dwell
in this low I'm at."
Cora sighed and said, "Look, Lydia, I wish there was something I could do to
help you."
"This isn't your fault," Lydia said. "I'm not so much pissed at Stiles or
Derek, though. I'm mostly pissed at myself."
"Yourself?" Cora asked, confused. "I mean, I understand why you'd be mad at
Derek, and hell, I'm pretty pissed at Stiles myself, but why you?"
"Because," Lydia sighed. "I should've known better. He'd never been interested
in me before this, why would he be interested now? I guess I just wanted
someone to notice me. I've been a joke at that school forever, and people were
only nice to me because Riley was my brother. But...I just...I should've known
better."
-x-
Cora and Malia cornered Derek in the kitchen that night after dinner. Out of
the two of them, Derek was more afraid of Cora than Malia, but that was mostly
because Cora had always been fiercely protective of Lydia. But what he wasn't
expecting was for Malia to throw the first punch.
"What the hell, Mia?" Derek asked. It was true that she couldn't do any
permanent damage, with his werewolf healing, but it still hurt like hell.
"What's going on in here?" Talia asked as she entered the kitchen. "Did
something happen?"
"I punched him," Malia said, matter-of-factly.
"Why?" Talia asked, sensing that something was wrong.
"Yeah, Derek," Malia spit the words out. "Tell Aunt Talia what you did. Tell
her why you deserved to be punched. Hell, you deserve more than to just be
punched. You deserve to be fucking gutted for what you did."
"Mia, language," Talia warned, but looked at Derek expectantly.
"I did something bad," Derek said, and he actually looked ashamed of himself.
"A while back, Stiles bet me...he bet me that..." he could even finish the
sentence. He knew his mother was going to be so disappointed in him.
Knowing what was going on, Cora said, "Mom, Stiles bet Derek that he couldn't
get anyone Stiles chose to fall in love with him. And Stiles chose Lydia."
"And did you go on with this bet, Derek?" Talia asked. Derek kept watching the
ground.
"I see," Talia said after a few moments. "Why?"
Derek sighed, "I don't know, okay? I really don't. I just know that Stiles bet
me and I just...I have no excuse for doing this to her. She wasn't meant to
find out about it."
"How did she find out about it?"
"I told her," Derek said. "Mom, I love her, and Jennifer Blake and Erica Reyes
found out about the bet." Cora's eyes widened, because she didn't know this
part. "I couldn't let Jennifer corner her in front of the entire school, okay?
And it was only a matter of time before she did. Jennifer and Erica hate Lydia,
and they would take any chance they could get to humiliate her. I just couldn't
let Lydia find out that way. So if Lydia never talks to me again, I still know
that I made it a little less painful than it would've been if she found out
another way."
Talia nodded, "I can't tell you what to do about this, Derek. You made your
bed, now lie in it. But I'm really disappointed in you. I thought we raised you
better."
Derek sighed, "You did. I'm just an idiot."
-x-
It had been almost three years since David Whittemore had moved his family to
London, so when Jackson showed up on the Martins' doorstep at eight o'clock on
Thursday morning, Riley was a little surprised. He hadn't known Jackson well,
but knew that Jackson and Lydia were close and that he'd do anything to protect
Riley's little sister, so he had no ill will towards the man. And the look on
Jackson's face told Riley that Jackson was contemplating murder.
"Hey, man," Riley said as he looked Jackson up and down. "What are you doing
here?"
"Can I come in?" Jackson asked. "I came to see your sister. How is she?"
"Yeah, come in," Riley said, stepping aside. Jackson let his duffel bag fall to
the floor with a loud thud and then looked at Riley expectantly, waiting for
him to answer Jackson's question.
"She's been better," Riley answered honestly, realizing what Jackson was
waiting for. "She won't talk to anyone. She lays up in her room and has gone
through pretty much every superhero movie she has. Yesterday, Cora and Malia
were here, but they had snuck in the window just to see her. Lydia says she's
not up to seeing visitors."
"It's a good thing that I'm not asking then, huh?" Jackson asked. "Is she even
awake right now?"
Riley shrugged, "I don't know. Her schedule's been kinda off lately, with
everything going on. What are you doing here, though? Seriously?"
"I came to see my friend," Jackson said, like he couldn't understand why Riley
would be asking that question. "I talked my parents into letting me take a
small leave of absence from school because I told Lydia that if Derek or Stiles
ever did anything to hurt her, I'd come over here to kick their asses myself.
And I meant every word of that."
"Riley, have you heard -" Natalie Martin's voice stopped as soon as she saw
Jackson standing in their front hall. "Oh, hello, dear," Natalie said. "What
are you doing here?"
"I came to see Lydia, Mrs. Martin," Jackson said. "She's going through a rough
time and I figured she could use a friend right now."
"Where are your parents?"
"They're still at home," Jackson said. "I'm eighteen now, and I can take care
of myself well enough."
"I'm sorry, dear," Natalie said with a laugh. "I didn't mean anything bad by
it. Where are you staying while you're in town?"
"I was gonna try the inn," Jackson said. "My parents gave me a set amount of
money for my expenses while I'm here and I don't want to spend it all on a
place to stay."
"Do no such thing," Natalie said. "While you're here, you're our guest. We've
got a guest room you can stay in. I think it'll help Lydia having someone she
cares so much about close to her."
Jackson smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Mrs. Martin."
"Nonsense, dear," Natalie said. "Call me Natalie, and it's really no big deal."
She turned to Riley and said, "I've gotta head in to work. Lydia's already
talked to me about taking until Monday off, but would you just poke your head
into her room every now and again, just to make sure she's alright? I'm really
worried about her."
Riley nodded, "Yeah, Jackson and I will take care of her."
Natalie kissed Riley's cheek, "Thanks Ry. I gotta go, but I'll call later to
check up on her."
"Bye, Mom," Riley said as Natalie departed for work. As soon as her car was out
of the driveway, Jackson looked over at Riley and said, "So...what do we do
first?"
***** Chapter 18 *****
Chapter Notes
     As always, comments & con/crit is welcome and greatly appreciated.
"I don't really want to leave her right now," Riley said to Jackson later that
day. "I'm worried about Lydia, and you know as well as I do that if someone
isn't here to help her, she'll go on suffering in silence. I don't want that
for my baby sister."
"I know," Jackson said, "but I figured you wouldn't want me confronting
Stilinski myself. Everyone knows about my temper."
Riley snorted, "Yeah. Are you still having problems with that?"
Jackson nodded, "Yeah. It's getting better through anger management therapy my
parents have asked me to attend, but I'm pretty sure that the werewolf thing
has something to do with it."
"Probably," Riley said. He had known about werewolves for quite some time,
considering that he and Lydia had grown up with the Hales. "I know that Laura
had a hard time with it when she was a teenager. And you've only been a
werewolf for a couple of years. A little patience and things'll get better. I
can promise you that."
Jackson nodded.
A few moments passed, and Lydia came down the stairs. "Hey, Ry," she started,
but then she saw Jackson. "Jackson," she said softly, "What are you doing
here?"
"I came to see you," Jackson said, coming forward and enveloping Lydia in his
arms. The hug only lasted a few moments, but Lydia felt safe while she was in
his arms. When they broke apart, Jackson looked at Lydia, "I wasn't kidding
when I said if they hurt you, I'd come and kick their asses myself. But that
can happen later. How're you feeling?"
"How'd you know about the bet?" Lydia asked. "I know that I'm not the one who
told you about it."
"Danny," Jackson said honestly. "I'm actually a little hurt that you weren't
the one that did, honestly."
"Jackson," Lydia said softly, her green eyes studying him, "I know people at
school know about the bet. Everyone in this fucking town probably knows. I
thought that if I didn't tell you, maybe things would be better off."
"I'm always gonna be here for you, Lyds," Jackson answered. "You know that."
"Yeah, I do," she sighed. "But the last thing I need is for my best friend and
my brother to go all Incredible Hulk on Stiles and Derek. I don't blame them."
"Don't blame them?!" Riley said. Lydia watched her brother after he made the
outburst. "Why the fuck not?!"
"Because," Lydia said, "I was the stupid one. I should've seen right through
this. It's my fault that this happened."
"Lydia," Riley said, coming towards her, "This is not your fault, okay? Derek
and Stiles should fucking suffer for what they've put you through."
Lydia just shrugged.
"Oh, Lyds," Riley said, enveloping his sister into a big hug. Lydia held her
brother close to her and felt the tears start to leave her eyes. "It's okay to
cry, okay?" Riley asked her. "Derek and Stiles hurt you really badly, but you
didn't deserve any of this."
"I'm not Ally, or Mia, or even Cora," Lydia said. "They all have boyfriends who
would do absolutely anything to protect them, to make them feel like they are
special. I'm not special, Riley, okay? Nobody wants me like that. I'm not
pretty like them, and I'm the weird artsy girl. I love my books and my paints
and Jennifer Blake and Erica Reyes have both gone out of their way to make me
feel like shit ever since I can remember. That's really the reason I jumped at
the chance when Derek asked me out. I need to feel important, Ry - I need to be
wanted. I need it more than anything."
"Oh, Lydia," Jackson said softly. "You're beautiful, and I think you should
know that, okay? You're a wonderful girl and you deserve only the best. It's
just too bad that they couldn't see that before."
-x-
Lydia laid down for a nap around four o'clock that afternoon, and that's when
Riley and Jackson decided to go to the sheriff's house. They knew that Stiles
would be home from school by now and they wanted to confront him before his
parents got home. Claudia stayed after school, usually until five or six, to
help tutor kids with whatever subjects they were having problems with. The
sheriff made his own schedule, but usually stayed just as late.
"Stilinski!" Jackson yelled, banging on the front door. "I know you're in
there, and I'm not leaving until you show your face!"
The door flung open, but it wasn't Stiles on the other side. It was the
sheriff.
"Sheriff Stilinski," Riley said softly. "Is Stiles here?"
"Why?" he asked, looking between them. "What's going on?"
"It's a matter between us and Stiles," Riley said calmly. "I want to talk to
him."
"You're not going to see him until I know what's going on," the sheriff said
sternly. "So how about telling me?"
"Okay," Jackson said, and Riley looked at him bewildered.
"You sure you wanna bring him into this?" Riley asked. "I mean, one hundred
percent?"
"Why not?" Jackson asked. "I'm not worried about getting Stilinski into
trouble. He deserves it after what he did."
"May we at least come in?" Riley asked. "It'll be more comfortable to do this
where we can at least sit down and act like the civilized adults we are."
The sheriff nodded, and Jackson and Riley followed the sheriff inside the
house. When they were all sitting in the living room, Jackson and Riley glanced
at one another before Riley looked back at the sheriff.
"John," Riley said, in a calm voice. "Stiles has hurt Lydia a lot. We need to
confront him."
"What did he do, exactly?" John asked. "I mean, I think I'm entitled to know."
Riley nodded, "You're right. You're his father." He sighed and then looked at
Jackson. "Basically, he broke my sister's heart."
"Stiles is dating Cora Hale," John said.
"Yes, I know," Riley said. "But a while back, Stiles bet Derek Hale that he
couldn't get anyone he picked to fall in love with him in three months. And
Derek accepted."
"And Stiles chose Lydia, I'm assuming?" John asked. Riley nodded.
The sheriff went over to the staircase and yelled up it, "Stiles! Get your ass
down here!"
"Hey pops," Stiles said as he came down the stairs. And then he noticed Jackson
and Riley and said under his breath, "Oh, shit."
"Language, Stiles," John said. Then he looked at his son, "Come over here and
sit down. We need to have a chat like the civilized adults we all are."
"Civilized?" Stiles couldn't help but say. "Jackson? Really?"
"Stilinski," Jackson warned, but John shot him a look, so he shut his mouth.
"I mean it, Stiles. Come over here and sit down."
Stiles knew that tone in his dad's voice, so he obeyed. He sat down on the
couch, as far away from Jackson and Riley he could get.
"What did you do to Lydia Martin?" John asked Stiles, the authority so very
clear in his voice. Even Jackson and Riley looked at one another with a look on
their faces that clearly said, Oh, shit.
"I don't know what they've told you," Stiles said. "But it wasn't like that."
"How do you know it wasn't like that if you don't know what they said to me?"
John asked him.
"Um...well, they hate my guts, Dad, so they're gonna make up a story."
"You little bastard," Jackson sneered, jumping up. "Lydia's up in her room,
hasn't even left the fucking house in almost a week and we made up a story?
She's hurting so much right now, you son of a bitch, and you're just gonna pass
this off as her bad?"
"Mr. Whittemore," John said calmly. "I need you to calm down." Then he turned
to Stiles, "Is it true that you bet Derek Hale that he couldn't get Lydia
Martin to fall in love with him?"
Stiles watched the floor for a moment before saying, "Yeah, okay, I did, but it
was just a stupid bet."
"Be very careful what you say next, Stiles," John warned. "Or did you forget
that her big brother is sitting right here?"
Stiles glanced at Riley before saying, "It was just a stupid bet. I didn't mean
to hurt anyone's feelings. But Derek was saying that anybody would kill to get
together with him, and I knew that Lydia wouldn't put up with him. Everyone
knows that she doesn't put up with anyone's bullshit, so I figured that he
wouldn't even get the time of day from her."
"And that makes it okay?!" The sheriff asked. Stiles actually looked
disappointed with himself.
"Look, I know that I shouldn't have done it. But what's done is done, and I
can't take it back. I fucked up royally; I know that. Cora's not even speaking
to me right now."
"Derek said that he asked you to take it back. He said he tried to get you to
take it back, but you weren't having it," Riley said. Jackson looked over at
him.
"How do you know that?" Jackson asked.
"Because I went and saw Derek yesterday," Riley answered. "I had to get to the
bottom of whatever was bothering Lydia as badly as it was. I haven't seen her
like this since our parents got divorced."
"Shit, it's that bad?" John asked. When they all, including Stiles, looked at
him quizzically, he said, "I remember when Natalie and Richard got divorced. It
was hard on the both of you, Riley, and I remember Lydia really suffered. It
was a very difficult time for everyone in your family." John looked at Stiles
and said, "I'm going to think up a punishment to fit the crime here, Stiles,
but you should be ashamed of yourself. You should never play with anyone's
emotions like that, and I know I speak for both your mother and myself when I
say we are both disappointed in you and embarrassed by what you have done."
"You sure I can't punch him, just once?" Jackson asked John after Riley said
they should leave. "I mean, it would be on Lydia's behalf."
"Let it go, Whittemore," Riley said. "Trust me; the sheriff and Mrs. Stilinski
knowing is way worse than anything we could've done to him."
-x-
Riley and Jackson hadn't returned by the time Lydia awoke at five o'clock. She
had been taking a nap on the couch in the family room, and when she heard the
doorbell ring, it woke her out of a deep sleep. She was pretty groggy, and when
she stood up, her legs felt a little like jelly. It was the baby giraffe
feeling - the sleep working its way out of her body. She answered the door
anyway.
Kira Yukimura was standing there, looking a little apprehensive. She smiled at
Lydia when she answered the door, although Lydia could tell that it was forced.
"Hi," Lydia said. "Can I help you?"
"Hi," Kira said. "I'm Kira. I don't know if you knew that or not, but I moved
here from New York last year."
Lydia nodded, "I know who you are."
"Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you about something."
Lydia shrugged, "Sure, I guess so. Is it important?"
"It is to me," Kira said. Lydia nodded and led Kira over to the couch in the
family room. Before she sat down, she said, "Do you want anything to drink? I
think we might have a few sodas in the fridge."
"That'd be great, thanks," Kira said. Lydia went to fetch the sodas and came
back with two cans of Coke. She handed one to Kira and then sat down beside
her.
"I wanted to talk about the bet. About what everybody's saying in school."
Lydia's face fell, but she nodded, popping the top on her Coke and taking a
drink.
"The reason Derek told you the way he did was because Jennifer and Erica knew
about the bet. He didn't want to give them the chance to ridicule and berate
you about it." Lydia nodded, so Kira continued, "The reason Jennifer and Erica
knew about the bet was my fault. Scott told me about it a while ago, and I told
them because I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. With telling
them, I mean, not the bet itself. I think it's sick that Stiles and Derek used
you for their own amusement. But Erica and Jennifer were so nice to me when I
first moved here, and I thought they were my friends."
Lydia nodded. Kira popped the top on her own Coke and took a drink herself.
Then she looked at Lydia, "I came over here to apologize to you. I'm sorry that
I told them about it. I'm sorry for my part in making you feel the way that you
feel. I noticed that you haven't been to school the past week, and considering
today's Thursday, I figured you were waiting until Monday to show up. I do want
you to know, however, that I am really sorry that I've hurt you in any way at
all, okay? And I'm not going to hang out with Jennifer and Erica anymore.
They've pushed me too far this time."
"What happened?" Lydia asked. "What did they do?"
Kira sighed, "It's just that they sit around and think of ways to make other
people suffer, to make them hurt. They're bullies, in every single sense of the
term, and I'm not going to put up with it any longer. Besides that, the only
real reason that I stayed in their little circle of friends is because they
like to tell me that nobody's gonna accept me for who I am."
"And who are you?" Lydia asked.
Kira laughed, "Most of the time, I don't even know. This past year, though, I
found out that I'm a kitsune. Something I knew absolutely nothing about, but my
mom's been working with me. She's over nine hundred years old, I found out."
"Wow," Lydia said.
"There's so much about myself I don't know yet; I need to figure it out. You
know, I need to find myself. But the thing is, I don't want to be mentioned in
the same sentence as Jennifer Blake or Erica Reyes any longer. They're bullies,
and I'm so much better than they are.
Lydia nodded, "Sure, I get that. Well, thank you for your apology, even though
none of this is your fault, Kira. You have to believe that, okay? This thing
that's happened, everything with the bet, it's happened because Stiles and
Derek are idiots. Maybe someday I'll let Derek explain to me why he did it, but
for now, I need you to know something."
"Sure," Kira said, taking another drink of her coke.
"You are welcome to hang out with me and my friends any time you want, okay?
Just because you're distancing yourself from Jennifer and Erica, it doesn't
mean you don't have friends anymore, okay? Ally, Mia, Cora and I would love to
hang out with you."
Kira smiled at Lydia, and this time it wasn't forced. After a few moments, she
said, "Thanks, Lydia. I would really like that."
***** Chapter 19 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter gave me hell. I rewrote it at least 3 times because I
     didn't like it, but decided I can't keep obsessing over it anymore.
     I'm pretty pleased with the chapter, and I stopped where I did
     because it just seemed like a good place to stop. Things are going to
     start getting better soon.
     Also, to the anon who send me an ask on tumblr and asked for either a
     one-shot or an update for this story, I'm planning on writing your
     one-shot. I was in the middle of updating this anyway, but a Stora
     Thanksgiving one-shot sounds like it'd be fun for me to write. It may
     be a little while, though.
     As usual, comments & con/crit are both welcome and greatly
     appreciated.
Derek heard the truck before he saw it, and groaned inwardly. That was Riley
Martin's truck, and he knew he was in for it again.
Derek was already on the front porch, along with Scott, Isaac and Boyd, but
when Jackson Whittemore stepped out of the blue truck, Derek was surprised.
Jackson sneered at him.
"Jackson?" Derek said. He looked at him, "What are you doing here?"
"I told Lydia that if any of you assholes hurt her, I'd come across the ocean
to fuck you up. I wasn't kidding, either, so I'm gonna give you a chance to
explain your sorry self, Hale. What the fuck were you even thinking?"
Derek sighed, "I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't, okay? I was an idiot and
should have treated her like the princess she is. I love her, Jackson."
"You love her?" Jackson asked. "How fucking dare you, Hale! You know Lydia's
life! You have been there when other people haven't; your families are
extremely close to one another. I mean, fuck, Laura dated Riley for a while,
and now you're ruining the bond that you once had by fucking Lydia over? Why?"
"I've liked Lydia for a long time - I have. She wouldn't give me the time of
day, though, and I thought this whole bet thing with Stiles would give me
incentive to talk to her -"
"What, hanging out with her and getting to know her wasn't incentive enough?"
"Says the guy who just wanted to sleep with her to take her virginity," Derek
spit out. Jackson looked like he'd been slapped in the face.
"The fuck do you know about it?!" Jackson said.
"I know that's the only reason the two of you had your little arrangement,"
Derek said. "I know that's the only reason you wanted to sleep with her."
"You don't fucking know what you're talking about," Jackson growled, his eyes
flashing electric blue. "You have no fucking idea what you're saying."
Scott, Isaac and Boyd all looked between Derek and Jackson, trying their best
to stay out of it. The problem was, however, that both Jackson and Derek had
pretty short tempers. They both were pretty hot headed.
"I know what Lydia's told me," Derek said.
"She wouldn't have said anything bad about me," Jackson said. "Us sleeping
together, me and her, that was all her. She's the one who pitched the idea,
she's the one who started asking me about sex, and she's the one who didn't
want us to date. I wanted to date her, Hale - God, did I ever - but Lydia
didn't want that from me. Even though the two of us slept together, she and I
became really good friends. I know that, aside from Allison, Malia and Cora,
I'm her best friend and I would never do anything to betray her trust. Ever. So
don't you think for one goddamn minute that I only slept with her to hurt her.
I love her, Hale, and I want to see her happy. And then you went and betrayed
her, took everything she had to offer and then just shit all over it!"
Jackson could feel himself changing. He was shifting, and couldn't find a way
to stop it. Even though he had been a werewolf since he was sixteen, most of
the time he had pretty good control, but when he got angry, all that control
flew out the window. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to
see Isaac there.
Everybody knew that Jackson would never do anything to hurt Isaac, and Isaac
was the only one who could even remotely touch him, since Jackson was the one
who turned Mr. Lahey into the police when he found out that Isaac was being
abused. Isaac looked at him and said, "Jackson, you need to breathe. Focus on
your anchor."
"I don't have one anymore," Jackson grit out. "I don't know of anything strong
enough."
"Jackson," Isaac said softly, "think of Lydia. She's always talking about how
good of friends the two of you are, and if anybody can help you stay in
control, it's her."
Jackson took a few deep breaths, thinking of Lydia like Isaac suggested, before
his heart rate started to go down and he walked up on the porch where Derek
was.
Derek heard the punch before he felt it; it knocked him down to the floor of
the porch. Scott, Isaac and Boyd just gave Jackson a bewildered look, like they
didn't expect him to do that. "Fuck you, Derek," Jackson spat. "You've hurt
Lydia so fucking much."
"I know that I deserve every single punch I get," Derek said, pulling himself
up off the floor, "but this is the third time I've been punched, and has
anybody even hit Stiles? It was his idea. I tried to get him to take it back -
I fucking tried, okay? He just wasn't having it."
"I wanted to punch him earlier today," Jackson admitted. "But when Riley and I
got to his house, his dad was there and wouldn't let me see him until he knew
what was going on. And I have a feeling that if I would have punched Stiles, I
would have been arrested."
"He deserves it, though," Scott pointed out. When he noticed everyone giving
him a weird look, Scott said, "Look, the dude is my best friend, my brother,
but what he did was ridiculous, especially to Lydia."
"Don't worry about it, McCall," Jackson said. "He'll get his."
-x-
Lydia sighed deeply before gathering her nerve to go through the front door of
the school. It was Monday, and she had promised her mother that she'd go back
to school on Monday. She knew she'd have an excused absence because, ever since
the whole mess with the divorce and everything, Natalie took her daughter's
mental health very seriously. And even though Lydia had promised her mother
that she'd go back to school on Monday, now that it was here, she was seriously
considering just going back to pull the blankets over her head.
"Hey, Lyds," came the voice, and Lydia turned around just in time to see
Allison come up next to her. She gave her friend a hug and then said, "I've
been trying to see you for days. Every time I went over there, though, you
weren't in the mood for visitors."
"Sorry about that, Al," Lydia said. "I just...I didn't feel like seeing anyone.
I don't even want to go into school today. He took everything from me."
"You're still you, Lydia," Allison said firmly. "Just because of what a couple
of stupid guys do to you doesn't mean that you have to stop living. I'm not
talking to Isaac right now."
"Don't be so hard on him," Lydia said, surprising Allison. "I think he was
trying to tell me about the bet the last time I talked to him. And since
Derek's his brother and the rest of those guys are his friends, I think he was
in-between a rock and a hard place. He had no wiggle room."
"I'm actually pretty surprised to hear you say that," Allison said. She took
Lydia's arm and they walked into school together. They walked up to Lydia's
locker and Allison stood there with Lydia while she got her books and things
around for AP French, which was a class that she shared with Allison.
Lydia shrugged, "I don't know. He gave me this scenario and it turned out to be
a lot like what happened. For some reason, I don't blame Isaac as much as I
blame Derek and Stiles."
Lydia could feel the eyes on her as she and Allison walked to AP French. She
could practically feel the stares and wished she could disappear. It happened
throughout most of the day, too. At lunch, Lydia really didn't want to be in
the lunchroom, but she grabbed the money she brought and walked over to Derek's
table.
"Lydia," Derek said softly. Instead of replying, she slapped down a hundred
dollar bill on the table.
"Congratu-fucking-lations, Derek," Lydia spat. "Isaac told me the terms of the
bet. He also told me what you get if you win. So here you go. A hundred bucks.
I hope you're happy to know that you've humiliated me beyond repair." She was
trying to keep herself under control as she walked back. The only good thing
that happened was the fact that Kira was sitting at her table when she got
there.
"Lyds," Cora said, "Kira said you invited her to sit here."
Lydia nodded, "Come on, guys. She was hanging out with Erica and Jennifer, and
she doesn't want anything to do with them anymore. She shouldn't be an outcast,
and besides that, I want to get to know her a little better. I mean, don't
you?"
Cora made a noise, but when Lydia looked over at Kira, she said, "Don't listen
to her. She hates change. I'm glad that you decided to sit with us, though."
After she was finished with her lunch, Lydia was walking towards AP Biology
when she felt a hand grasp her arm and pull her into an empty classroom. She
managed to get a slap in before noticing who it was.
"Derek?!" Lydia asked. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I need to talk to you, and I knew that if I asked, you weren't going to give
me the time of day," Derek answered.
"So you decided to give me a fucking heart attack?!" Lydia exclaimed. "Yeah,
'cause that's such a good idea."
"I'm sorry," Derek said, "but you weren't answering my calls."
"Ever think that maybe there's a reason for that?" Lydia snapped. Derek hung
his head.
"I'm sorry," Derek said. "And I know I can probably say I'm sorry until I'm
blue in the face and you're never going to believe me. But I really am sorry,
Lydia. I wish I could take it back."
"You blew your chance with me, Derek," Lydia said. "i'm sorry, but that's just
the way it's gotta be."
-x-
Lydia had a shift at the coffee shop after school. Betsy had been generous
after everything happened, and she had talked to the owners to get Lydia a week
off without firing her, but that week was up and she needed to go back to work.
She wasn't really looking forward to it, but knew she had to do it. When she
walked through the front door of The Grind, however, she saw Jackson, Malia and
Cora sitting at the table closest to the counter.
"What are you guys doing here?" she asked them, going to clock in. She came to
the counter and opened her backpack to pull out To Kill a Mockingbird. She had
to read it for AP English.
"We don't want to be home," Cora said. She glanced at Malia and then looked at
Lydia once more, "Derek's been a fucking nightmare to live with."
"What's his problem?" Jackson asked. "I mean, didn't he know this was going to
happen?"
"I'm not blaming him for this," Lydia said. "I can't. This is my fault - plain
and simple. I should've known something was up. I mean, I've known the guy
practically since we were born. I should've guessed that he wasn't interested
in me - he's never been interested in me before. I guess I'm just really
disappointed at Stiles."
"Lyds," Cora said after a moment, "What exactly is Stiles' problem with you?
Did something happen between the two of you?"
"You mean, back in the sixth grade?" Lydia asked. Cora nodded. Lydia sighed.
"I don't know. He turned into a major asshole and there really wasn't anything
anybody could do about it. I've heard it all - he was in love with me, he liked
me, he was jealous of me - you know, all those things that people say to make
other people feel better about the situation. Honestly, I don't know why he
acted the way he did, but I've always wanted to give him the benefit of the
doubt."
"Do you still like Derek?" Jackson asked all of the sudden. He watched Lydia
with something akin to understanding shining in his crystal blue eyes. "I mean,
would you give him a second chance?"
Lydia shrugged, "I want to, Jackson. I want to so fucking much. I love the guy.
I just...I can't let people walk all over me. And...everybody's talking about
me now."
"They were talking about you before," Jackson said.
"True," Lydia said. "But something's changed. People feel sorry for me now, and
you know how much I hate that."
Cora and Malia started working on their homework and Jackson was busy on his
tablet when Lydia started reading her book. She did her work, too, which was
one of the only reasons that the owners let her multitask the way she did.
Around six o'clock, Isaac walked into the coffee shop and looked at Malia and
Cora.
"Mom wants you guys home," he said to them. "It's dinner time, and she wants
all of us to eat together. She doesn't care how much you're mad at Derek -
we're still a family."
Cora said, but Malia started packing up her stuff. Malia went over behind the
counter to give Lydia a hug before saying, "Keep holding on, Lyds. It's gonna
get better."
"Thanks, Mia," Lydia said. "I'll try to be optimistic about this."
Malia just nodded.
Once they were gone, and the coffee shop was pretty empty, Jackson looked at
Lydia. "Aren't you mad at Isaac?" he asked. Lydia shook her head.
"Nope," she said. "As I told Ally this morning, Isaac was in-between a rock and
a hard place. Derek's his brother. Besides, I think Isaac was trying to warn me
without stepping on any toes a couple of weeks ago. I understand that he really
didn't have much wiggle room."
"I don't have anything against Isaac," Jackson said. "I mean, I was the one who
went to the sheriff and everything, but it's just...I hate that they did this
to you, Lyds. I hate it so fucking much."
Lydia shrugged. "I thought Derek was the one, Jackson," she practically
whispered. "I love him. I love him so goddamned much and all I've got is a
broken heart."
"Things are going to be okay, Lydia," Jackson said, coming in back of the
counter to give her a hug. He just stood there for a moment, holding her in his
arms and he said, "Things'll get better."
"How do you know?" Lydia asked him.
Jackson sighed, "Because they have to. They can't be like this all the time."
***** Chapter 20 *****
Chapter Notes
     Once again, I've started working on more projects than I have time
     for, and have been severely slacking when it comes to my writing, but
     I had time to update. Hopefully I'll have more time, but with
     Christmas so close I've been really busy lately. Hopefully I'll have
     more time - I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
     As usual, comments & con/crit are welcome and very much appreciated.
A week passed. Jackson was going back to England the day after Halloween, and
Lydia kind of didn't want him to leave. She loved having him there; it was
almost like old times.
The key word being almost.
Every day at school was torture. Everybody knew about the bet, and Lydia had to
keep moving on, like it didn't crush her soul every time she thought about what
Derek and Stiles did to her. She spent more time than before working on the
painting in her bedroom, whenever she had the free time. She thought about what
Allison said about submitting it in the art show.
Mrs. Connors had talked to Lydia a few more times about submitting her art and
Lydia had planned on it before everything else happened. Even though part of
her wanted to stay in Beacon Hills to make sure her mom was okay, the other
part of her wanted to run away fast and far to anywhere else but here.
Nothing surprised her more than anything, though, when she came home from
school one day to see her mother and Chris Argent cuddling on the couch.
"What's going on here?" she asked them, and they jumped apart like a pair of
teenagers getting caught by their parents. "How long has this been going on?"
"Chris and I are dating, honey," Natalie said, watching Lydia carefully, like
she wasn't sure how Lydia was going to take the news. "We've been seeing each
other for a little while."
"How long is a little while?" Lydia asked. She felt a few different emotions
all at the same time, including shock, surprise, and even a little anger. "Why
hadn't anyone told me about it?"
"Your mother and I have been seeing each other for a couple of months. Do you
remember that dinner party held by Peter and Melissa?" Chris asked. The color
drained from Lydia's face. Oh yeah. That was the night of their group date with
Derek and...
Lydia had to derail that train of thought quickly. That would just get her
nowhere fast. Instead, she said, "That was a date date? Mom said you were just
going as friends."
"Lydia, sweetheart," Natalie said, patting the cushion on the couch next to
her, "Come have a seat. We need to talk about this."
Lydia nodded and stepped forward. Once she was seated next to her mother,
Natalie put an arm around her shoulders.
"I didn't want to tell you that Chris and I were dating, Lydia, because I was
worried about what you would say. It wasn't that long ago that your dad left,
and I was worried that if I told you I was dating again..." Natalie's voice
trailed off, but Lydia understood what she was saying.
"You're telling me that you were worried I was going to get upset," Lydia said,
and Natalie nodded. "That's understandable, but I wish you would have told me
anyway. Does Ally know?"
Chris nodded, "Yeah. She's known for a little while."
Lydia sighed but then said, "Does Riley know?"
Natalie noded, "Yeah."
Lydia was silent for a few moments before saying, "So it's me. I'm the last one
to know."
"I'm sorry, Lyds," Natalie said. "I was worried."
Lydia nodded, "I get that, Mom. It's fine. I just...I've got something to work
on. I'm happy you're happy, and that's all I want for you - is to be happy.
But, Chris, if you hurt her..." Lydia's voice trailed off.
"I'm not going to," Chris answered, "but I understand what you're getting at."
"Great," Lydia said. "I'm working on a piece to put in an art show," she said,
looking at her mother, "and the show's in February. If I win anything, it could
be a scholarship to the Academy of Art University, in San Francisco."
"That's great, sweetie," Natalie said. She seemed genuinely excited for her
daughter. "I really hope you get it."
"Thanks, Mom," Lydia said.
When Lydia got to her room, she saw Jackson lying on her bed, watching The
Amazing Spiderman on her laptop. She just stood there for a few moments before
saying, "What are you doing?"
Jackson jumped a little, like she had startled him, and then said, "Watching a
movie, duh. I thought you had to work today."
Lydia shook her head, "Nope, not today. I'm going to work on a painting."
Jackson nodded, "Sounds good. What are you painting?"
Lydia shrugged, "You know I don't like to talk about my work until it's
finished. It's just something I've been working on for a little while. Since
before Derek..." her voice trailed off, but Jackson understood.
"Well, I'm gonna sit here and watch this movie, if that's okay with you,"
Jackson said. Lydia nodded.
She gathered up her paints and went to stand in front of her easel. It was half
finished, most of it done when she was dating Derek. It was of a girl walking
down a road, and the half of the canvas that was already painted was beautiful.
Grass and tress with blossoms, flowers on the ground, a lake, and a rainbow. It
represented happiness.
But Lydia wasn't feeling so happy anymore. So as she started painting, she
half-listened to the movie that Jackson was watching and was half-zoned out.
She painted for a while, getting lost in the zone, and was almost surprised
when she felt a tap on the shoulder.
"Get out of here!" She half-yelled, looking at whomever was behind her.
"Jackson, what are you doing?"
"Lydia, you've been painting for over three hours," Jackson said. "It's almost
eight o'clock. How could you not notice?"
Lydia sighed, "I don't know. I was pretty zoned out." It was then that her
stomach growled, and she realized how very hungry she was. She looked at
Jackson, "Do you want to get a bite to eat? I could make something."
"I was thinking we could go out," Jackson said. "Get changed and I'll meet you
downstairs. I can pay for whatever you want to get."
Lydia nodded, "What's wrong with my outfit?"
"For one, you're covered in paint splashes," Jackson said, and it made Lydia
look down. She laughed when she realized that Jackson was right. "I'm gonna go
downstairs and wait for you, okay? I'll see you in a few minutes."
Lydia nodded and Jackson left the room, leaving Lydia to change. She quickly
changed her clothes and went downstairs to meet Jackson.
"What do you want to eat?" Jackson said. "We can get whatever you want."
Lydia shrugged, "Minnie's is fine, if that's okay with you." She looked at
Jackson, and he nodded.
"Sure."
They went to dinner and ate together. Jackson had noticed, however, that Lydia
wasn't the laughing, happy girl that he had once fallen in love with. He looked
at Lydia, "Are you okay?"
Lydia nodded, "Sure. I'm fine."
"Really?" Jackson asked. "Because you don't seem fine. You seem...off."
"This whole thing with Derek and Stiles just has me really sad, Jackson," Lydia
admitted. "I wish I was more to them than just a stupid bet."
"They're just assholes," Jackson said, but he understood why Lydia couldn't
just let this go. She'd never been very good at letting things lie, and right
now she was hurting more than she had ever hurt before, and she didn't know how
to just let that go.
"Is something wrong with me, Jackson?" Lydia asked, and Jackson hated the look
on her face. Lydia had a look on her face that said that she was the problem
here. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Absolutely not," Jackson said, probably a little more harshly than he's meant
to. "There's nothing wrong with you, Lydia. You're perfect just the way you
are, okay? It's them that's the problem."
"Why pick me, though?" Lydia wondered out loud. "Why would they pick me for
their stupid little bet? I mean, I get it, I'm not the most popular girl at
school or anything, and Jennifer Blake and Erica Reyes have practically gone
out of their way to make me feel like I don't belong, but I don't understand
why Stiles and Derek would pick me."
The whole thing made Jackson pissed. And he was going to do something about it.
-x-
When Sheriff Stilinski opened the door the next afternoon to see Jackson
standing there, he sighed. "Please tell me you aren't here to pick another
fight."
Jackson shook his head, "Nope. I just want to talk to Stiles for a few minutes.
Just talk. I won't punch him, I promise."
The sheriff nodded and then said, "Do you remember where his bedroom is?"
"I haven't forgotten. Is he up there?"
The sheriff nodded once more.
"I'll see myself up, then," Jackson said. He waved hello to Claudia before
climbing the stairs. Stiles was in his room, along with Scott, PlayStation 4
controller in his hand as they played against each other in Call of Duty.
Jackson just stood there for a few moments, wondering if Stiles had even heard
him come in. Finally, when it didn't look like Stiles was going to acknowledge
his presence, Jackson cleared his throat.
Pausing their game, Stiles looked over, and then jumped to his feet. "Dude,
what are you doing here?"
"Relax, Stilinski," Jackson said. "I'm not here to kick your ass. I just wanted
to ask you a question."
"Does my dad know you're here?" Stiles asked.
Jackson sighed, "Yes, he does. He's the one who let me in. Now can we talk?"
Stiles eyed him warily, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Lydia."
Stiles' eyes grew wide and then he said, "Look, man, I know it was a stupid
bet, and -"
"Will you shut up for two seconds and let me talk?" Jackson asked, growing
irritated. Since he had been in London, he had not missed the way that Stiles
talked all the time with barely anything to say. That had always been one of
Jackson's pet peeves.
Stiles just nodded.
"Tell me something, Stiles. Did Lydia do something to make you hate her? Is
there something about her whole being that you don't agree with so you decided
that she was the one that needed to be the butt of your joke? Come on, Stiles,
inquiring minds need to know these things."
"You want to know the reason I picked Lydia?" Stiles asked. Jackson nodded, his
arms crossed over his chest.
Stiles sighed, "Because I knew she wouldn't put up with anyone's bullshit.
After the two of you had your thing, whatever you want to call it, after you
left for London, she didn't show any interest in any guy. She was the only girl
in that entire school who wasn't falling over herself to get Derek to notice
her. I figured that he wouldn't be able to charm her, because Lydia hasn't ever
been the easiest girl to charm, and I figured that she'd turn him down, and
that'd be the end of that."
"Did you ever think that she'd be really hurt when the truth came out? That
she'd feel like she did something wrong?"
Stiles sighed, "I wasn't thinking that far in advance. Isaac told me that Lydia
was going to hate both Derek and me when she found out the truth. He told us
not to do it. Hell, he practically begged us not to do this to her. He was the
only one who really stood up to us and told us we were all just making one huge
mistake. And I was adamant that Lydia just would've never found out about it. I
wasn't going to let it slip."
"So tell me, Stiles," Jackson said, not having moved an inch from where he had
been standing all this time, "do you care about Lydia? Do you consider her a
friend?"
Stiles nodded, "Yeah. She and I had a falling out in middle school, I'm sure
you remember that, but over the last few weeks, she and I have gotten over our
differences." Stiles ran his fingers through his hair before saying, "Jackson,
I fucked up. I fucked up royally and I don't know how to fix it."
"Is it just because your girlfriend won't talk to you?" Jackson asked. When
Stiles looked surprised, Jackson said, "Yeah. Cora, Malia, Allison, Lydia, and
now Kira, hide no secrets from one another. They talk about anything and
everything - especially whenever one of you motherfuckers do something wrong.
Now, tell me, Stiles, is the only reason you're upset is because Cora won't
have anything to do with you?"
Stiles shook his head, "No. I mean, yeah, I feel really bad that Cora won't
have anything to do with me right now, but I'm mostly upset about Lydia. She
didn't deserve any of this. I'm sorry I hurt her."
Jackson nodded. Then he looked at Stiles, "And I'm gonna tell you how to fix
it."
***** Chapter 21 *****
Chapter Notes
     Wow, it's been 3 months since I updated this thing! I am SO sorry,
     you guys! I had some real life drama and then a huge case of writer's
     block, but I'm going to try to be better about updating.
     As usual, comments & con/crit are welcome and greatly appreciated.
"Wait. What?"
Stiles seemed confused. He was really confused. This was Jackson Whittemore,
the guy who hated him with everything he had. Stiles had hurt Jackson's best
friend - practically crushed her very soul - so why the fuck was he offering to
help him?
"Look, Stilinski, Lydia's a mess. She's hurting so badly right now. She thinks
that nobody cares, and even though you're the one who did it, I can't bear to
see her this way. I'm only going to be in town for four more days, and I hate
to leave with Lydia hurting as badly as she is right now. So I'm going to tell
you how to fix it."
"I figured you wouldn't want her to have anything to do with me," Stiles said,
still in awe that Jackson would do this for him.
As if he could read Stiles' mind, Jackson gave Stiles a look before saying,
"I'm not doing this for you, Stilinski. I'm doing it for Lydia. She deserves
everything good and more."
Stiles nodded.
"So have your group meet me at The Grind tomorrow after school. Say, four
o'clock? Be there, okay?"
Stiles nodded, "Okay. We'll see you then."
And with that, Jackson left the Stilinski house, hoping that this could be
fixed.
-x-
Derek wasn't exactly sure why he told Stiles he'd meet Jackson at The Grind the
next day. He was really thankful, though, that Betsy had lifted the ban she had
against him going into that particular coffee shop. Derek was pretty sure that
Jackson had something to do with that as well. But this was for Lydia, and
Derek would do anything to prove to Lydia that he was making an effort. He
would do anything to show her how sorry he was.
He was the last to arrive, and after getting his coffee and sitting down at the
table, he looked at Jackson. Finally, after a few minutes of just looking at
him, he says, "What's your angle here, Whittemore?"
"What do you mean angle?" Jackson asked.
"I mean, why are you doing this? I don't deserve your help."
"You're right, Hale; you don't. But I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this
for Lydia. She's hurting and miserable, and feels like she opened herself up to
someone and got burned. But I know you love her."
"How do you know that?"
"Because of the way I've heard you talk about her. Because I've seen the way
you look at her. It's true; when the first of you first started dating, or
whatever you wanted to call it, I warned her. I told her you might not look at
your relationship the same way she did, but I can tell something's changed.
You've changed, Hale; a hell of a lot since I've been in London. And Lydia
deserves everything she wants in life, and for some reason, she wants you. I
just want to help her get to be happy again."
"You're in love with her, too," Derek said. He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen
it before.
"I was," Jackson said. "But Lydia and I agreed to just be friends. The thing I
want most for Lydia is for her to be happy. When you really love someone, you
want what's best for them. I want Lydia to be happy."
Derek nodded.
"So, I'm gonna tell you how to win her back. And this is how you're gonna do
it."
-x-
The Hales held a Halloween party every year, on Halloween, and while Lydia was
all for costume parties, she wanted to avoid this one like the plague.
Since the whole mess with Stiles and Derek, Lydia had avoided the Hales. She
didn't want to make Cora or Malia feel bad, since they were two of her best
friends, but she wasn't exactly sure how to proceed from here.
But when Jackson woke Lydia up that Friday morning, she wanted nothing to do
with the Hales or their party. It was always held the Saturday before Halloween
(unless Halloween itself fell on a Saturday), which was tomorrow, and Lydia had
no intention of going to it at all. Jackson, however, had different plans.
"Hale parties are legendary," Jackson was saying, as Lydia gathered up some
clothes so she could jump in the shower. "Besides, you always go. Cora and
Malia are two of your best friends."
"That's true," Lydia said, "but I'm not interested in the Hale Halloween party.
Not after what Derek has put me through. Besides, Stiles is gonna be there, and
I don't exactly want to see him, either."
"Too bad," Jackson said. "I'm only going to be in town for a couple more days
and I want to go to that party, and I want you to be my plus one. Please, Lyds?
I haven't been to a proper Halloween party in a long time, and Talia always
really outdoes herself when it comes to holiday parties."
"I don't have a costume," Lydia said.
"Now you're just making up excuses," Jackson said. "Besides, I have a really
great idea for your costume, and I already picked it up. I know your size
already."
Lydia sighed, "What, exactly, is your grand idea anyway?"
Jackson smirked, "You'll just have to wait and see."
After school that day, Lydia had a shift at the coffee shop. Betsy was working,
too, and she stopped Lydia as she clocked in.
"It's good to see you, Lyds," she said to her. "I mean, I've been pretty
worried about you, especially after you went through that depression thing
after the whole thing with Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski."
"They're assholes," Lydia said. "What they did to me was unacceptable."
Betsy nodded, "I know, sweetie. You deserve so much better." She watched Lydia
for a moment after Lydia took her place at the cash register. "So, I see you've
been hanging around with Jackson Whittemore."
Lydia shrugged, "He's my friend. We've gotten pretty close after everything
we've been through together."
"But you love Derek," Betsy said. When Lydia gave her a bewildered look, Betsy
shrugged and said, "It's written all over your face. I can tell you have a
thing for Derek. And yeah, he doesn't deserve you, but you have to be true to
what you want."
"I can't do that," Lydia said. "I can't sit here and pretend that I'm totally
okay with what Derek and Stiles did to me. I just have to move on."
"Sometimes, that's easier said than done," Betsy said. Then she looked at
Lydia, "Look, Lyds, I know that Derek did you wrong, okay? I get it. But at the
same time, I think you should talk to him. Even if it's nothing more than to
call him a bastard and tell him exactly what you think of him, I just think you
should clear the air."
"Thanks, Betsy," Lydia said. "I'll take your opinion into account."
Betsy left Lydia to do her work, and the shop was pretty busy that day. Lydia
didn't really have a moment to think to herself for a while, with all the
coffee, muffins and cookies she was handing out. Around six o'clock, two hours
before Lydia was supposed to get off, Allison, Kira, Cora and Malia walked into
the shop. They all ordered coffee and Allison looked at Lydia.
"How are you holding up, Lyds?" she asked her. As Lydia handed them their
orders and took their money, she just shrugged.
"I've been better," Lydia said truthfully, "but things can't always be bad,
right? Things have to get better."
"Jackson told me that you're coming to the Halloween party tomorrow night,"
Cora said just then. He's bringing you as his plus one."
"It's true," Lydia said. "He's finagled his way into making me attend your
party." She looked embarrassed for a moment before saying, "Not that any of
this is your fault. I just kinda want to distance myself from your brother."
"It's understandable," Malia said. "I understand you feel badly, but I think
this would be the best thing. You need to move on, live your life like you
normally would. We only want what's best for you."
Allison looked at Kira. "You think that Lydia should go to the Hale Halloween
party tomorrow night, don't you? I mean, you're going with Scott, right?"
Kira nodded, "Scott asked me. This'll only be my second Halloween in Beacon
Hills, and last year, Scott and I weren't together yet, so I haven't ever been
to one of their Halloween parties. I think you should go, though, Lydia."
Lydia gave Kira a quizzical look, "Why?"
"Stick it to him. Derek hurt you really bad. My mom always told me that one of
the best things you can do when someone breaks your heart is to live your life
and be happy. They hate that. Make Derek jealous; make him see that you don't
need him to survive."
"That's actually a really good idea," Cora said. "You need to prove to Derek
that you don't need him."
Lydia sighed. She knew they would never understand how much in love with Derek
she was, but she wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. She could do this.
She could go to this party with Jackson and pretend to be happy. She would do
it.
-x-
"You've gotta be kidding me, Jackson," Lydia said as Jackson set her costume
down on her bed. "Little Red Riding Hood? Fucking seriously?"
"Yes," Jackson said. "It was actually Allison's idea, so if you're gonna be
pissed at someone, be pissed at her. She thought you should wear something
revealing to show Derek what he's missing."
Lydia sighed, "Really?"
"Yes, really. Now get dressed. We've gotta be there in an hour."
"And what about you? What are you going as?"
"The huntsman," Jackson said. "I would've gone with a werewolf, but I didn't
want to walk around half shifted all night and I was having a hard time finding
a wolf costume. So I'm borrowing Allison's crossbow and wearing an appropriate
outfit."
Lydia nodded, "Sure."
"Get dressed, Lyds," Jackson said. "Party starts in an hour."
While Jackson had the right idea, the outfit was kind of revealing. It
consisted of a short black skirt, a white peasant top, and a red cloak with a
hood that went to her mid-thigh. Lydia wondered who exactly put the costume
together and what they were thinking of at the time. She felt a little weird
about wearing it to the party.
She put her hair in two braids and did her makeup. She went for a subtle look,
something that didn't look too wild, and then took a look at herself. She did
look pretty good, she had to admit it. It was just so different from anything
she'd ever worn before, so she felt a little weird in it.
A knock came on her bedroom door twenty minutes before the party was supposed
to start. When Lydia let Jackson in, she had to laugh. He was wearing a plaid
shirt over a white tank top, it was mostly buttoned up, save for the first few
buttons. He was wearing regular jeans and a pair of boots, and was accessorized
with Allison's crossbow. He was also carrying a picnic basket.
"This is for you, Red," he said, handing her the basket. "I figured it would
complete the outfit."
"You've gotta tell me, Jackson," Lydia said, after watching him for a good
minute, "whose crackpot idea was this outfit?"
"Actually, Malia came up with the idea, but Allison and Kira were the ones who
put it together," Jackson said. "I thought it was a good idea, though. Ally
told me what Kira said yesterday - show Derek what he's missing."
"You sure this is a good idea?" Lydia asked hesitantly. "Because I've got
homework to do and a painting to work on -"
"Lydia, this is a great idea, okay? Things are going to be okay."
Lydia sighed, "Okay, fine. Now, do you want me to drive, or do you want to?"
***** Chapter 22 *****
Chapter Notes
     Oh my God, you guys! It's been an entire freaking month since I've
     updated this thing! I've been busy with a lot of real life stuff, not
     finding a whole lot of time to write, and of course I have taken on
     entirely too many projects, once again. This thing is almost over
     though, only a few more chapters (I'm not entirely sure exactly how
     many) left.
     As usual, comments & con/crit are welcome and greatly appreciated.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Derek took one last look at himself in the mirror. Even though his mom's annual
Halloween party was the highlight of everybody else's Halloween in Beacon
Hills, Derek really did not want to be there tonight.
When he found out that Jackson was bringing Lydia, part of the plan, Derek
thought he could do this. And when part of the plan had Derek dressing up as a
werewolf - how cliché, was Derek's opinion on that - Derek just wasn't happy.
But he had to do this. He was going to do this, in order to get Lydia back.
Jackson helped him form a plan - and it was going to work.
He went downstairs just as Lydia and Jackson arrived with Allison. When he saw
Lydia, Derek's mouth watered. Holy fucking shit, she looked amazing. The Red
Riding Hood costume looked absolutely stunning on Lydia, and didn't really
leave a whole lot to the imagination, but that was okay. She looked very good.
When Jackson had told him about the costume, he didn't know that it was going
to make Lydia look so sexy.
Lydia made eye contact with Derek, but then looked away quickly. He could tell
that she really didn't want to be here, but came anyway. Lydia was one of those
people that valued her friends and would do anything for them.
Derek was working up the courage to go talk to her, to see if she would even
talk to him, but she was whisked away by Cora. Cora, who was wearing a ninja
costume, because she liked to think out of the box. Cora pulled Lydia aside,
and Derek listened in to their conversation.
"So you decided to come after all," Cora was saying to Lydia. "Why?"
"I thought a lot about what you guys said," Lydia said. "About showing Derek
what he was missing."
Interesting, Derek thought. Without even knowing it, Cora, Malia, and Kira were
helping him in a way that he needed to thank them for later. He decided to
abandon his thoughts and listen in to what she was saying again.
"Besides that," Lydia said, and it almost sounded like she was blushing,
"Jackson asked me to be his plus one. He's going back to London tomorrow."
"You gonna miss him?" Cora asked.
"Of course I am," Lydia practically snapped. Then she sighed. "I'm sorry," she
apologized. "Yeah, I'm gonna miss him. He's my best friend. I hate the fact
that there's an ocean between the two of us."
"Well, I gotta talk to you," Cora said, whispering to Lydia. Derek had to
really strain to hear what she was saying. "Stiles told me something that I
think you'd better know."
And with that, they were gone. Part of Derek wanted to follow them, but wasn't
sure if he could do it stealthily enough. So he just let them go.
-x-
Once they were in Cora's room, Lydia looked at her friend, "What's so important
that you had to bring me into your soundproofed room? What's going on?"
"Stiles and I are talking again," Cora explained, "and he told me something
that I think you need to know."
"Okay?" Lydia said, but it sounded more like a question. "What is it?"
"Jackson is scheming behind your back," Cora said. "He's trying to help you get
back together with Derek."
Lydia turned a little red at that, "What? Why?"
"Because, Lyds, you were so happy when you were with Derek. Everybody could see
it. You love him, I know, but would you believe that Derek loves you, too?"
Lydia sighed. Could she believe that Derek loved her?
After a few moments of silence, she said, "Look, Cor, I love you. But I don't
know why you seem to think that Derek loves me, though."
"It's obvious," Cora said. "Look, I'm still pretty pissed at my brother for
doing what he did to you. And Stiles and I may be talking again, but he still a
fucking lot to make up for, okay? I hate that they hurt you the way they did.
But you're miserable right now, Lyds. You go to school, go to work, and then
stay at home for the remainder of your time."
"Yes," Lydia said, "but my painting's almost done. The one I have to submit by
Christmas break."
"Lydia, would you do us all a favor and please just talk to my idiot brother?
All of these rooms are soundproofed, so you don't have to worry about people
hearing whatever the two of you talk about. It's just something that needs to
be done, okay? Please, for the love of God, just talk to him. I don't care if
you don't say anything to him but how he needs to go fuck himself. Just go to
him and talk this out, okay? Do it for the both of you. You need some kind of
closure about the relationship, whether it's to start over, or for it to die.
You guys need to be on the same page, okay?"
Lydia felt the tears start to escape her eyes. Cora's eyes softened when she
noticed it, and leaned over to give Lydia a hug.
"I love you, Lyds," Cora said. "You're one of my best friends, and I can't
imagine my life without you in it. You need to talk to him, okay? Everyone can
see how fucking miserable you've been. Mia, Kira, Ally and I just want to see
you happy. And I know Jackson does, too."
Lydia wiped at the tears in her eyes as she nodded. "Okay, Cora," she said.
"I'll talk to him."
"Thank you," Cora said. "Now you should go find him. He could be anywhere."
-x-
When Lydia rejoined the party, she saw Derek over by the punch bowl, talking to
Scott and Stiles. She went over to him.
"Derek," she said to him as he just kind of stared at her, "can we talk?"
Derek nodded, "Sure."
"Is there someplace we can go that's private?"
Derek nodded, but then looked at her. "Would you be against going up to my
bedroom?"
Lydia shook her head, "Nope. We can do that, if you want."
Derek led the way up the stairs, even though Lydia knew the way; she'd been in
the Hale house enough times to know where everything was. She walked behind him
silently, not really saying anything to him. When she was inside his room and
the door was shut behind them, she took a few deep breaths. She stood in front
of him, looking up at him, and finally spoke.
"What you did was very uncool, Derek," Lydia said. She could feel the tears
start to escape her eyes, but was going to hold onto her will as long as she
could. She wouldn't cry during this. She couldn't. "It hurt a lot to think that
you would do this. And I'm not saying this just because you picked me. I'm
saying it because it's a very uncool thing to do to anybody; I don't care who
you are, nobody in the entire damn world deserves to be treated that way."
Derek nodded silently.
"However," she said, after taking a deep breath, "I miss you. I miss you like
fucking hell." She looked up at him, taking a deep breath once again, "I love
you, Derek. I don't know why, or how it happened, but I fell in love with you."
He reached down to cup her cheek. "I love you so fucking much, Lydia Martin,"
he practically whispered. "I'm so sorry about what I did to you. I didn't mean
to hurt you that badly. I should've never taken the bet in the first place." He
licked his lips as he looked down into her eyes and then practically whispered,
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please do," was her reply, and it was all the push Derek needed to lean down
and capture her lips with his.
Lydia tasted better than Derek remembered; a bit like strawberries and a
sweetness that he couldn't put his finger on. Her arms came up to wrap around
his neck as she leaned into the kiss. When Derek slid his tongue across her
lower lip, silently asking for access, Lydia opened her mouth and granted it to
him. He loved the way that her lips felt against his; so soft, so warm, and
kissing Lydia was heaven.
A few moments passed before Lydia broke the kiss. She looked at Derek. "I want
to start over," she said. "I've had people tell me how they've noticed that I
was miserable because of what happened, and they're right; I was so fucking
miserable."
Derek watched her, "If we could start over, I would like that very much."
She poked him in the chest and said, "Just because we're starting over, Hale,
don't assume that I'm going to be easy. You really need to prove your worth to
me; prove how much you want to be with me."
Derek grinned, "I'll totally prove it to you, Lyds. I love you."
-x-
The next day, Lydia drove Jackson to the airport. Beacon Hills was too small to
have their own airport, so she drove him the next town over; it was still in
Beacon County, and wasn't much bigger than Beacon Hills itself, but that was
okay. She had things to say to her friend.
"What the hell is your problem, Jackson?" Lydia asked as she got on the
highway. Jackson just looked at her.
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean," Jackson said.
"Jackson, don't play stupid. It's just the two of us here, and neither one of
us buys your clueless act. You were towards the top of the class, after Danny,
Stiles and me, so I know that you're not stupid."
"Okay..." Jackson said slowly. "You're still gonna have to give me more."
"Going behind my back to find a way to trick me into giving Derek another
chance? Does that ring a bell?"
"How do you know?" Jackson asked.
"Cora told me."
"How'd she find out?"
"She and Stiles now have a no secrets policy. He told her." Lydia sighed. "Can
I ask you exactly what your big plan was?"
"Exactly what happened," Jackson said. "Find a way to break you down enough so
you'll talk to Derek. Everybody could see how miserable you were, Lydia, and I
just wanted what was best for you. You love him, and you need him, no matter
what you say."
"So you meant for Stiles to tell Cora to tell me?" Lydia asked.
"You say you're a genius, but then you use run-ons like that," Jackson joked.
When he saw the serious look on Lydia's face, he said, "Yes. I told Stilinski
to tell his girlfriend what she told you. Because everybody knows that you,
Cora, Allison, Malia, and now Kira, hide no secrets from one another. You guys
talk about everything with one another. So if Stilinski was to tell Cora
something about you, she'd go to you. And it happened, didn't it? You and Derek
are back together, aren't you?"
Lydia sighed. "It's probationary," she said. "He's still gotta prove himself to
me."
"I have every confidence that he will," Jackson said.
"What makes you so sure of that?"
"Because he loves you, Lyds. He'd do anything for you. Just give him a chance,
okay? Things will turn out in the end."
Lydia nodded.
She hugged Jackson before he boarded his flight, and he said, "Skype me more
often, Lydia. It gets lonely over there. Dad works a lot and Mom's busy doing
things for various charities. When I graduate at the end of the year, I'm
coming back to the states for college. Maybe we'll end up near each other."
"I'm trying to get a scholarship to the Academy of Art Institute, in San
Francisco. So try to go somewhere in California."
Jackson nodded, kissing Lydia on her cheek and telling her goodbye one more
time. Lydia sighed as she watched him board his flight, and then turned around
to go home. God, she was going to miss him.
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, so being an American, I have no idea how schools and things
     work in England, so I kind of modeled it as the same over here, even
     though I have no clue. So if I'm completely wrong about cycles and
     such, please just kinda go with it?
***** Chapter 23 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, I know how long it's been, and I'm sorry. First my dad got
     sick, and needed 24 hour care, so I had to go out of town and my time
     was eaten up by that, and I was away for a few months for that, and
     then my cat died and I needed a little time to grieve her, since I'd
     had her for the last 13 years. But this story is so close to being
     done, there's at least two chapters left, maybe more, I'm not sure. I
     want to thank everyone for being so patient with me.
"So, what? You're giving him another chance?"
Lydia looked at her friend like she couldn't believe the words that just came
out of Cora's mouth. And she couldn't, to an extent. Lydia just gave a look to
Cora over the AP Biology book she had in her hands.
"What?" Cora asked after a moment. "What did I say?"
Lydia sighed. "You're usually not this oblivious, Cor," she said, watching her
friend for a good minute. "So, what? You can take back your backstabbing,
heart-breaking boyfriend but I can't take back mine?"
"Touché," Cora said. "I understand your point. It's just...I don't want to see
Derek hurt you any more than he already has."
"He's not going to," Lydia said confidently. Cora shot her a quizzical look.
"How can you say that? After everything you've been through?"
"For some fucked up reason, I love Derek," Lydia said, shutting the textbook
and placing it on her desk. "And I also trust him. I'm giving him a second
chance not to fuck me over. And if he betrays that trust this time...well,
it'll be all my fault."
Cora shrugged, "If you're sure, Lyds. I just want you to be happy."
Lydia nodded. "Thank you for looking out for me, Cor," she said, "but I think I
know what I'm doing."
Cora nodded.
About three hours later, after Cora had deemed herself way too stressed to
study anymore, Lydia, I swear to God, she decided to leave and go and see
stiles, who, according to Cora, was still a probationary boyfriend, and Cora
had not even been gone for ten minutes when Derek showed up at Lydia's door.
"Hey you," Lydia said to him. "What are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if you were busy tonight? I thought you and I could go to
dinner, if you want."
"I actually don't want to go anywhere," Lydia said, motioning to the sweatpants
and tank top she had on. "But I can make something here. Mom's working the late
shift at the hospital so I'm all on my own tonight."
Derek nodded, "Do you want company, then?"
"I'd love it," Lydia said. "Come on in. What do you feel like?"
Derek shrugged, "Whatever you want, Lyds. I'll eat practically anything."
Lydia nodded, going into the kitchen to rummage through the cupboards. They
usually kept the cupboards well-stocked, and she found a few choices there.
Deciding on spaghetti and meatballs, she started boiling the water for the
noodles as she took some hamburger out of the freezer to start thawing.
"So, Cora was here?" Derek asked, and Lydia was pretty sure he was trying to
just initiate conversation. She nodded.
"Yeah. I was helping her study for Harris' chemistry final. She wanted the
extra help."
"Is she having problems with it?"
Lydia shook her head, "Not really. It's just that Harris seems to hate her,
because she's involved with Stiles. Hell, he hates me, too, but I don't really
give a damn."
Derek rolled his eyes. "It's actually really stupid, if you ask me," Derek
said, sitting down at the kitchen island counter. "John was just doing his
job."
Lydia shrugged, "He doesn't seem to care. He better watch his step, though. If
he even thinks about failing Stiles, or anyone involved with Stiles for that
matter, he's going to have to deal with me."
"You're going to take over the world someday, Lyds, you know that?" Derek
asked, chuckling. Lydia just shook her head.
"I'll get the news to wherever or whomever it needs to go, but I don't want to
take over the world. I just wanna paint. I wanna draw, I wanna become a kickass
artist that people actually respect."
Derek licked his lips before asking, "Is that because nobody seems to respect
you right now?"
Lydia shrugged, "I just want to be somebody someday, Der. You know, someone
that people can look up to and talk about without saying horrible things."
Derek's gaze softened as he got up to go over beside Lydia. He lifted her chin
up with his index finger, so that she was looking him in the eyes. He cupped
her cheek before saying, "You matter to me, Lydia. You've always mattered to
me, and that will never change."
Lydia watched his green eyes intently before sighing. "I don't know," she said,
not sounding very sure of herself. "I just want to matter."
"You matter to me," Derek repeated. "And I don't care how many times I've got
to repeat myself. I'm really sorry about what I did to you, and even if I do it
with my last breath, if it takes that long, I'm going to make it up to you. I
promise."
He leaned in, and brushed her lips with his. It was just a brief, dry, chaste
meeting of the lips, but it still made Lydia feel incredible. She just wished
she could believe what he was saying.
"So, Thanksgiving's next week," Derek said as Lydia started making dinner. "You
guys got plans?"
"Mom's dating Mr. Argent now," Lydia said. Even though she couldn't remember
whether or not she had told Derek that, the way that his eyes widened told her
that she hadn't. "Yeah," she said, watching him closely. "They told me about it
about a week before we got back together. So I don't know if Mom will want to
do something special or not. I mean, Ally never talks to any of her other
relatives, which I think you already know, so whatever Mom and Chris want to
do, that'll be what we do."
"You should talk to Natalie and Chris about having dinner over at my parents'
house," Derek said. "It could be a whole pack Thanksgiving. Peter's already
invited Melissa and Scott, and the Yukimuras are coming as well. The only
people not coming are Liam and his parents, Boyd and his family, and Erica and
her parents. You guys should come."
"Mom's working a lot lately," Lydia said. "Christmas is coming, and Mom always
freaks out every year because she doesn't know if she can get me a good gift."
Lydia rolled her eyes before saying, "I could care less if I got anything at
all, but Mom feels like she can't provide for her family. Riley's gonna be home
for it, but Mom doesn't worry about him like she does me."
"If you could have help," Derek said carefully, "would you take it? Like, if
someone could pitch in with money? Would you take it?"
"I know what you're thinking, Derek Hale, and you better not do it," Lydia
said, getting ready to make the meatballs. She made a face as she started
rolling the burger into little balls, and it made Derek laugh.
"Sorry," he said. "It's just that face...it's fucking priceless." Lydia stuck
her tongue out at him.
Going back to the conversation they were having, Derek said, "Don't be proud,
Lyds. There are people out there who want to help you, you know. And I know
that between you and your mom, you're still only making end's meat."
Lydia just shrugged.
Derek knew that Lydia would never agree to taking money from anyone. Even
though the Hales had plenty of money, and more than that, even, he hated the
fact that his girlfriend wouldn't let him give any to her.
"I mean it, Derek," Lydia said, an edge to her voice that said she knew exactly
what Derek was thinking about. "I pay my own damn way in this world, okay? I
don't need anyone else supporting me."
Derek raised his hands in surrender, saying, "Okay, Lyds. If that's the way you
really want it."
-x-
Derek came bursting into Cora's room the next day, and Cora looked up from
where she was texting, probably with Stiles, and then said, "Der, you can't
come bursting in here like that! What if I was naked?"
"Then I'd be scarred for life, but it'd be my own damn fault," Derek said. He
took a seat on the bed next to Cora and said, "I need your help with
something."
"What?"
"Don't sound so suspicious," Derek said. "Who are you texting?"
"Kira. She had a fight with Scott." Cora looked up from her phone and then
said, "What do you want?"
"I want to do something special for Lydia. I need an opinion."
"Okay..." Cora said, letting her voice trail off. "On what?"
"Lydia mentioned to me yesterday about how Natalie works a lot this time of
year because of Christmas," Derek said. "I want to do something special for
her. Do you have any ideas?"
"Well, it depends on what you want to do for her," Cora said. Her phone chimed,
and she texted back before sighing and saying, "Don't offer to give her money.
She'll be offended."
"Yeah, I know," Derek muttered. "I kinda already did that."
Cora rolled her eyes, "That was a bad idea, Der. Lydia doesn't want anybody to
pay her way in this world - she says that she doesn't want to have to depend on
anybody else. She does pretty well all by herself, and she'll let you know
that. Because she's eighteen, she tends to pick up a lot more hours at the
coffee shop than other people."
Derek nodded, "Is there anything you can tell me, Cor? Any kind of advice you
can give me that won't made Lydia pissed off at me."
"The winter formal," Cora said automatically. When Derek gave her a confused
expression, she said, "Der, Lydia's never been to a school dance. She hasn't
been able to afford a dress, and when she got to high school, she worked every
night there was a school dance because the coffee shop would be short staffed
and she wanted everybody else to go, to have some fun. If you can think of
something like that, something that will kind of make her swoon, then I think
you should do it. She'd love something like that. So many people look at her as
Lydia the outcast, they don't exactly see her as a girl, you know? I mean,
yeah, she's pretty, and yeah, anybody who has eyes can tell that she's, you
know, female, but nobody ever treats her that way."
"Do you think she'd go to the winter formal with me, Cor?" Derek asked. He was
surprised when Cora shook her head.
"Absolutely not," Cora said seriously. "She'll take the opportunity to work.
Betsy Miller, she has a lot of pull with the owners, she got them to pay Lydia
extra for working during school dances. That's one of the reasons she worked
during prom last year."
"So you're telling me to do something to make her feel beautiful?" Derek said.
"Do I have that right?"
Cora debated the thought in her head for a moment before she heard the text
tone on her phone go off once more. Finally, she said, "Pretty much, yeah.
You've got a lot to fucking make up for, Derek. Don't forget that."
"I think I know what I want to do for her," Derek said, looking at his sister,
"but I'm going to need your help."
***** Chapter 24 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm trying really hard to keep everything up to date, but I've been
     really busy lately. This story is so close to being done, but I'm not
     sure how many chapters are left. I'm sorry it's taking me so long to
     update these days, but I've got a lot on my plate.
     Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys the update! And as always, comments &
     con/crit is welcome and greatly appreciated!
"You what?" Lydia screeched as she watched her mother closely. "Why?"
Natalie had just told her daughter that she was working on Thanksgiving Day. It
was something that Natalie had never done, and she worked so much that Lydia
treasured holidays and loved spending them with her mother.
"I'm working on Thanksgiving, dear," Natalie sighed. Then she sighed, "I'm
sorry, sweetheart, but we need the money, and anybody who works that day gets
paid overtime. I need to do it. Besides, I heard you were invited to the
Hales'."
"I was," Lydia said, "but I was looking forward to spending it, you know, with
you."
Natalie hugged her daughter. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," she apologized again,
"but I need to do this. Go have Thanksgiving dinner with the Hales, and Chris
and Allison are going to be there as well. Have fun, okay?"
Lydia nodded, "Yeah. Okay."
Lydia wasn't happy.
Deciding that she wanted to try and ignore her problems, she called up her
friends. She called Derek first.
"What's going on, babe?" Derek asked when he heard how upset Lydia was. "Did
something happen?"
"I want to just ignore everything, Der," Lydia said. "You want to come over and
drink with me?"
"What about your mom?"
"My mom doesn't care if I drink, as long as I don't go anywhere. Besides that,
she's not here; she had to work tonight. I just need to forget everything."
"What happened?"
"Mom's working on Thanksgiving Day," Lydia said. "She just told me, before she
left for work. I'm coming over with Chris and Allison, though."
"Yeah, Mom just told us that she invited Chris and Ally. I have no problem with
Ally, I never have, it's just...I'm wary around Chris. And I know he's never
hurt us, but I'm still pretty scared."
"Mom and Chris spend a lot of time together, and he comes over for dinner
sometimes," Lydia said. "And besides that, he likes Isaac, so I don't think he
holds any grudges. Besides, he divorced his wife because she actually agreed
with what Kate tried to do to you guys. That makes him kind of good, don't you
think?"
Derek made a thoughtful noise before saying, "Yeah, I guess so."
"So, you wanna come over and drink with me?" Lydia asked again. "I mean, I know
that werewolves can't get drunk, but you still drink. I know you do - I've
heard it from Stiles and Cora. So, what do you say? We can drink and watch
superhero movies."
"Superheroes?" Derek asked, because he knew what that meant. "That's what you
want to do?"
"Absolutely. I thought about inviting a whole bunch of people. Unless you want
it to be just you and me."
"Invite who you want," Derek said. "I'm not going to try and order you around.
You should know me better than that."
Lydia shrugged, even though she knew Derek wouldn't be able to see her. "You
think your parents would let you stay the night?"
"Is Natalie going to be there?"
"She doesn't get out of work until two in the morning. But you can always say
she will be. Besides that, I know you know how to lie to your parents. Cora
told me."
"Of course she did," Derek muttered. But then he said, "I'll ask. You want to
ask about Cora and Malia as well?"
"Yes please," Lydia said. "Call me back and let me know everything that's
happening, okay?
"Yeah, Lyds, I will."
They bid each other goodbye and hung up. Then Lydia called the rest of the
gang. She called Allison, Kira, and even Scott and Stiles. She was still a
little mad at Stiles, but she was serious when she said she wanted a friendship
with him. She didn't trust him - yet, her mind supplied - but she knew she
might be able to repair what little friendship she had with him.
And she knew this wasn't her fault. She knew that, okay? But she figured they
could meet each other halfway. Relationships take compromise.
Everyone started showing up about half an hour later. First it was Derek,
Malia, Cora, and Isaac. Then came Kira, Allison, and then Scott and Stiles
(together, of course).
"You guys staying the night?" Lydia asked them.
They all nodded. Then Derek said, "Mom was a little reluctant, but Dad talked
her into it. I told her just movies with you."
Lydia nodded, "Sounds good?"
They set up in the family room, gathering around the TV. Stiles won the rock,
paper, scissors, so he got to pick the first movie. He picked the first Captain
America.
"Of course you want that one," Lydia said. She was giving shit to Stiles, even
though, secretly, Captain America was probably her favorite superhero. She put
the DVD in the player and then went into the liquor cabinet.
She pulled out a couple bottles of Absolut. When she was upset, she usually
went for the hard liquor because it made her feel a little better. And yeah,
she was a fan of girly drinks, but for some reason, she preferred harder liquor
when she wanted to get drunk.
She took the bottles into the family room and set them down on the coffee
table, along with some plastic cups she found. She figured that nobody would be
comfortable with the way that she usually just drank from the bottle.
They spent the night with conversation and movies, and by the time Isaac, the
last one except for Lydia and Derek, passed out, it was almost two o'clock.
Lydia knew her mom'd be home soon, and she also knew that it wouldn't bother
her mom at all that they went through two bottles of vodka.
Even though Lydia wasn't pass out drunk, she was a little tipsy. Whenever she
was tipsy like this, she was super horny, and she grabbed Derek's hand. He
looked at her quizzically, but she just smirked and whispered, "Follow me."
He did as she asked, and when they were in her bedroom, she reached over and
locked the door. She then pulled Derek towards her as she leaned against the
door, pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, and attacked his lips with
hers.
God, she had missed his touch. He always knew exactly what to do to make her
feel good. She hiked one of her legs up and over his hip as he dominated the
kiss. He cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone as they made
out.
Lydia broke the kiss and grabbed his hand, putting her leg down and leading him
over to her bed. She stripped off her own shirt before stripping Derek of his.
It wasn't long before they both were completely naked, and then she pushed him
down so he was lying in the middle of her bed. She then straddled his hips,
leaning down to kiss him once more.
She ground her hips down on his as they made out. She was so wet, she could
feel it, and she loved the way his length felt against her. Breaking the kiss,
she reached over in her nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. She ripped the
foil packet with her teeth and then shifted so she could roll the condom down
his length. She then slid onto him, a little at a time.
She didn't start out gentle; she started riding him fast and rough, because she
needed to feel it. She was a big fan of being fucked roughly and being able to
feel it in the morning. As she shifted her hips, she started roaming her own
body with her hands. Her fingers came up to pinch her nipples and she let out a
moan.
"God, Lyds, you feel so good," Derek moaned out. Then he noticed what she was
doing and said, "Oh God, Lyds, you look so sexy. The way you're feeling your
own body...God, it's like a wet dream."
"Der, I'm so fucking close," Lydia said. "C'mon, make me come, I need it so
badly."
He reached down and started thumbing her clit. He rubbed it fast and hard and
said, "C'mon, baby, come for me. I wanna feel you come around my cock."
She felt herself tumble over the edge, and feeling her come around him made
Derek explode as well. She took a deep breath before climbing off of him. Derek
rid himself of the condom, tying it off and then disposing it in the trash bin
next to her bed. She then cuddled up to him, her on his chest, and he wrapped
his arms around her.
"I love you, Lyds," he said sleepily.
Lydia could feel herself start to drift off. Before she fell asleep, she said,
"Love you, too."
-x-
The next day was Saturday, and Lydia awoke around eleven with a headache and a
really bad case of cotton mouth. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and then
noticed that Derek was still asleep next to her. She kissed him on the cheek
and even though he was still asleep, he smiled slightly. Lydia climbed off the
bed and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Remembering to unlock her
door, she wandered down the stairs.
She looked into the family room first. Almost everyone was still asleep -
except for Stiles. Where was he?
She looked through the sliding glass doors that were in the family room,
overlooking the patio, and that's where she saw him. He was on the bench out
there, just kind of staring into space. Deciding to go out there to talk to
him, she went through the door.
"Hey you," Lydia said, standing next to where Stiles was sitting. "How's
everything going?"
"Hey, Lyds," Stiles said. "I've just got a lot of shit on my mind."
She sat down next to him and then said, "It's okay. You want to talk about it?"
Stiles sighed while watching her closely. Then he said, "Lydia, I'm so fucking
sorry. I'm so sorry about what I've put you through. I was such a bastard and
played with your feelings, and I know I shouldn't have."
He had tears brimming his brown eyes and then Lydia leaned over to rest her
head on his shoulder. "Why did you do it, Stiles?" she asked. It was something
that had been bothering her for a while. "I mean, why pick me?"
"Because Derek was going on and on about how any girl would want him, how any
girl would kill to be with him. And I wanted to prove to him that not every
girl wanted to be with him. And I picked you because I knew you wouldn't put up
with his bullshit. I knew that you'd be able to see right through him and
wouldn't fall for his magic charms like every other girl at school. But then
you gave him a chance, and believe me when I say I wasn't prepared for that.
But I couldn't go back on the bet, even when Derek asked me to, because I had
to prove that I was unwavering. But I should've let it go, and I'm sorry I
didn't. I am sorry, Lydia. Please say you believe me."
Lydia reached over and pulled Stiles into a hug. They just sat there for a good
moment, Stiles crying silently, until Lydia said, "Hey, it's okay, Stiles. I
mean it. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do to anyone, but I'm able to forgive
you. And I do, okay? I forgive you."
Stiles smiled as they just sat there together, and that's when Lydia knew that
everything between them was going to be alright.
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