Context: WHAT REALLY SHOULDVE HAPPENED WHEN JACKSON THE JACKASS CAME BACK IN SEASON WHATEVER #stillsalty
"Jackson?" Lydia stood awestruck in the other room, staring at her ex with blank eyes, trying to read him. The boy smiled, a sort of half smirk and opened his arms at his side a little. She pursed her lips. As if she would come running back to him. Flicking a strand of hair behind her ear, Lydia stepped over a few bodies, through the doorway but didn't go to Jackson like he thought she would. Stiles attempted to suppress a grin as he watched Jacksons face fall, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend and dragging her into his side.
"Stiles," she warned.
"Okay, yeah, sorry." He dropped his arm from around her shoulder, instead intertwining their fingers. Jackson raised a brow.
"You've certainly....developed since I last saw you, Stiles."Jackson
"Uh-huh I grew out my hair–did I mention that Lydia and I are dating now? Cause if I haven't, we are. We're a couple. Me and Lydia. Dating."
"Noted."