I Need You {Short Story/Smut}

                                    

                                          
Part 11
                          
Lydia walks into school with Liam's hand on her shoulder for reassurance. Girls around them giggle and whisper but Lydia does her best to ignore them. 
                          
Malia and her clique (Erica and Kira) and they snicker at her. "Lusty Lydia," Lydia hears them mumble. She lets out an exasperated sigh and Liam's shoulders sink a little. Lydia doesn't deserve this.
                          
Lydia jerks out of his grip and faces Malia. "You got something to say?" Lydia asks, bravely. Malia steps towards her and smirks. 
                          
"Slut," She hisses, pushing Lydia back with her hands. Lydia doesn't lose balance. 
                          
"Bitch," Lydia quips, pushing Malia with just as much force. Kira and Erica awkwardly step away from the fight, into the circle of students forming around the two. 
                          
Malia slaps Lydia across the face, hard. The crowd gasps. Lydia runs her hand on her now red, burning cheek. 
                          
She goes to slap Malia back but changes her instinct. Her fingers curl into a fist and the next thing Malia knows, Lydia's fist is connecting with her nose. 
                          
A cry leaves Malia's lips. She makes fists of her own and send then back at the other girl. Lydia grabs her right wrist first, then her left as it tries to punch her in the gut. Lydia twists Malia's arm until her front is pressed against the blue lockers. 
                          
Stiles sees everyone gathering around in a circle as he walks down the hall. When he catches sight of strawberry blonde hair, he hurries over. 
                          
He pushes through the people until he's I'm the front, staring at Lydia pinning Malia to the lockers. As quick as a blink of an eye, the school principal, Mr. DunnLapp, curses, "What the hell is going on here?" 
                          
Lydia lets go of Malia and turns to look at him. Her face is red with anger and worry. Malia on the other hand is glaring at Lydia. 
                          
"You two, my office, NOW!" Mr. DunnLapp yells and turns on his heel. Lydia bows her head and follows him, Malia already in front of her. 
                          
Stiles grabs her wrist but Lydia jerks her hand away from his touch. "Don't." 
                          
Stiles gulps and Lydia keeps on walking. He runs a hand through his hair and turns to look at the rest of his peers. They're all gone. 
                          
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"She started it!" Both girls yells as they sit down in the black leather seats. Mr. DunnLapp sits behind his desk, his hands crossed. 
                          
"I don't care who started it!" He sighs, "I just want to know, what happened?" 
                          
"She attacked me! You can even ask Erica and Kira! She punched me in the nose!" Malia shouts. 
                          
"Miss Martin, is that true?" The principal asks. 
                          
"Yes, I punched her in the nose. But attacked her? No, she slapped me first," Lydia crosses her arms, "It was self defense." 
                          
"What caused this?" He asks, shifting in his seat. 
                          
"I'd rather withhold that information, Sir," Lydia says.
                          
"She stole my boyfriend!" Malia yells.
                          
 Lydia scoffs, "I didn't steal him."
                          
"You fucked him!"
                          
"Language!" Mr. DunnLapp exclaims. Lydia sinks down in her seat. 
                          
"Both of you have detention," He says, "Lydia, this Friday, and Malia, this Thursday." Malia groans but Lydia nods, owning up to her actions.
                          
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When Lydia exits the principals Liam is already waiting for her. She smirks at him and he laughs. 
                          
"That bitch had it coming," He says and Lydia places an arm on her shoulder.  
                          
"It felt so good to beat the shit out of her," Lydia chuckles.
                          
"No one will mess with you now," Liam says, "Not after you beat the school's bitch up." 
                          
As they walk to her locker, she notices Stiles leaning up against it. She turns to Liam but he nods for her to go. 
                          
"No!" Lydia hisses. 
                          
"Lyds, talk to him," He urges. Liam pushes her towards him and slowly walks away. 
                          
"H-Hey," Stiles stutters. He scratches the back of his neck. Lydia nods once at him and puts her passcode into the locker. 
                          
"Can we talk?" He asks. 
                          
"Why, Stiles?" Lydia bangs on her locker, "Why do you want to talk? I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?" 
                          
"I didn't mean a word I said Lyds," Stiles sighs, running a hand through his long mess of brown hair. 
                          
"I know you didn't mean a word you said," Lydia tells him. 
                          
"Really?" 
                          
"Yeah," Lydia shrugs, "I know you never wanted to be my friend. That you never cared for me. You already told me once. Why can't you just leave me alone? I left you alone." 
                          
Stiles grabs her wrist gently, "That's not what I meant." Lydia tries to pull away but he doesn't let go. "I do care about you! Lydia, god forbid, you're the only one I care about in this world! Well, I mean I do care about my family—but that's beyond the point. Lydia, I lied about not giving a damn about you. I was being blackmailed. Malia found out and said she was going to hurt you. I was trying to protect you!"  
                          
"Protect me?" Lydia laughs, "Number one, I can protect myself," She points at the principal's office, "I even proved that about fifteen minutes ago. Number two, why didn't you tell me huh? Why didn't you tell me about Malia blackmailing you? We could've got through that together."
                          
"Lydia, please, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking!"
                          
"No shit sherlock," Lydia sighs. 
                          
"Lydia," Stiles looks her in the eyes. A tear escapes his, "I..."
                          
"I what Stiles?" Lydia exasperatedly asks. 
                          
"I love you, Lydia," Stiles admits, more tears falling from his eyes, "And I know I screwed up—"
                          
"No, you can't play that card on me. No, just, no."
                          
Lydia walks away, leaving Stiles standing in the hallway, crying, all by himself. He pounds the lockers with his fist once and wipes his eyes. 
                          
"Fuck."