The Art of Getting Better | A Stydia AU (completed)

chapter 2

Lydia paused for a moment before introducing herself then slightly smiled, "I'm Lydia Martin."

Stiles looks back at her elbow and sees it's continuing to bleed, "We really need to get that fixed, my house is less than two blocks away. Please, just let me help you."

"Fine." Lydia agrees, "But I really hope you're not a crazy murderer."

"I can assure you that I'm not." Stiles says as the two quickly walk to his house. They get to his house in less than five minutes and he gets out the first aid-kit and starts to patch up her small injury.

"Why are you doing this?" Lydia asks.

"Because it's my fault. It's my fault so I should be the one to help you because I would feel bad if you had to deal with this on your own then blame me if your elbow just gets worse. I should at least own up to the fact that this is my fault." Stiles says quickly, barely realizing what he's saying.

Lydia remains quiet and bites on her lip. She felt like crying again but told herself not to. She couldn't just lose control at a strangers house. Stiles would probably call the cops on her.

"Oh my goodness, does your elbow hurt that bad?" Stiles asks as he notices Lydia becoming more upset and see that she's fighting back tears. "I am a terrible person, I am so sorry."

"No, no it's not that." Lydia says, her voice shaky and uneven. "I just really need to go back home, I can't be here."

Stiles didn't judge, he wasn't one to judge. From a young age he knew not to judge people since everyone goes through their own struggles. Whatever Lydia was sad about, he respected. "Yeah, I'm done anyway. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be." Lydia shakes her head, "Thanks for this, um, see you whenever." She says and grabs her Target bag and runs out of his house as fast as she possibly could. She knew he must've thought that she was crazy. Lydia hated herself. She always lost control of her emotions but as she got farther away from his house and closer to hers, she felt the knot in her stomach untie and she didn't feel like throwing up anymore. She breathed a sigh of relief and went into her house than ran to her room. She closed her eyes and smiled. At least now she felt better.

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Stiles got woken up early the next morning by his father. "I think you should go back to school." His father announces.

"Dad, no." Stiles says.

"You've missed enough and it's time to go back into the real world. All this laying around isn't healthy for you. I will drive you to school if I have to." His father says then hands Stiles his pills and a glass of water. "Here."

Stiles swallows his pills and takes a sip of the water. "Fine. But if the school calls because I ditched, then don't be surprised."

"I won't be. I'm just glad that this is a start." His father says and walks out of Stiles room. Stiles had to go back to school today and see everybody. There was probably a memorial at Scott's locker and everyone would be talking to Stiles and apologizing about Scott and saying that they missed Scott. But Stiles knew that was bullshit. Barely anyone knew Scott. Scott wasn't ever a popular person and no one talked to him that much. People just said that to be nice and try to make someone feel better. The last thing Stiles wanted was to face the school.

He got dressed then went down for breakfast. His father smiled at him but Stiles just nodded and ate. He brushed his teeth then got into his jeep to drive to school. Stiles looked at the passenger seat, seeing the hoodie that Scott left inside before the accident happened. That made Stiles stomach drop and he sped up, hoping to get to school and out of the jeep fast. Everything just made him think about the accident.