I N S T I N C T | Jackson Whittemore

18: don't make promises

Don't Make Promises
Chapter Eighteen

Stiles stumbled his way from the lacrosse field, all the way to the parking lot, somehow managing not to get spotted by Coach or any other players. He went to sprint into the building... when he saw the ever-beautiful Lydia Martin crying in her car. He looked at the building, then back to Lydia, and after dramatically punching the air... he made his way over to his long-lost love.

"Hey, Lydia, what's wrong?"

Lydia groaned, rolling her eyes as she rolled her window up, ignoring the doofus who constantly threw himself at her. The poor kid practically worshiped the ground she walked on... and she was well-aware. She knew that Stiles would do anything for her... unlike Jackson and her, so-called, ex-best friend, Annie.

"Just go away," Lydia sobbed, fixing her runny mascara, only to have more tears destroy the beauty.

Stiles leaned on her car, sighing, "What's wrong?"

He hated seeing Lydia cry. For as long as he could remember, he'd been in love with the strawberry-blonde. Hell, he literally risked his life to save her from Peter one time when she got attacked on the lacrosse field.

Lydia shook her head, "Look, I don't need anyone seeing me cry."

"Ah," Stiles groaned, "come on, Lydia. Look, you shouldn't care if people see you cry, alright? Especially you."

Lydia sniffed, looking up at Stiles, "Why?"

Stiles closed his eyes, he could not believe Lydia was even giving him the time of day, "Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry."

Lydia stared a Stiles a second longer before huffing and rolling her window down. He wasn't Jackson, but he was someone to talk to about Jackson... and her paranoia. Ever since she was attacked by that... thing on the lacrosse field, she hadn't been the same since. It's not only noticeable from other people's views... but also her own.

She shook her head, "You're going to think I'm crazy."

Stiles huffed, "Lydia, if you trust me on anything, you can trust me on this. There's nothing that you can say to me that'll make you sound crazy. Literally, nothing," he emphasized the last part.

Annie ran into the parking lot, expecting the South doors of the school to be already open, but instead she found Stiles chatting to Lydia. She couldn't believe that he would jeopardize something so dangerous. "What the hell, Stiles!" she shouted, shaking her head.

Stiles looked up from Lydia and mentally punched himself in the face. "Can you just give me five minutes?" he asked Lydia, and she responded by giving him a look that said YOU'RE INSANE on her face. "I know, I'm sorry. Just, but, just stay here, continue crying... or not crying, if you want... or whatever works for you—um—but, just stay here. I will be right back, and then we can talk... about anything. Yeah? Okay, just..." he backed away from her car, "just five minutes!"

Stiles ran over to Annie, and Annie didn't stop to socialize as she sprinted towards the South doors of the school. Stiles fumbled with the keys before getting the correct one labeled SOUTH on the key. The doors bursted open into darkness, and the two teenagers sprinted around the hallways until they came to Gerard's office.

"It should be the one labeled OFFICE, right?" Stiles searched through the keys, and Annie whistled. He looked up to find her already inside the office, the door wide open for anyone to enter. "What the hell?"

Annie smirked, leaning in and flipping on the light switch, "The door was unlocked, now come on... let's look for this book."

Stiles rolled his eyes and followed Annie into her grandfather's office. Meanwhile on the lacrosse field, Boyd had jumped from the bleachers and joined the team when Coach ran short of players. He had just taken down "The Abomination" and was about to shift on the field from all the excitement.