The song for this chapter for this fic is Maroon 5 - It Was Always You

I shot up in my bed with a gasp, sweat covered my skin. My heart thumped in my chest like a drum. With the dream still fresh in my mind, I recalled how I'd kissed my best friend, Lydia. And I liked it. She liked it a lot by how she responded to me, her legs wrapped around my waist as she rubbed against my hard on. I had carried her to my bed while we made out, then peeled our clothes off. When I went down on her she responded with muffled moans and bite her lip. And when I pushed inside her our eyes locked as we groaned from the feeling of finally being together in that way. The fact that I was inside of my best friend since childhood only made it better, it only made it mean more, and when our big release came it was earth shattering.

That's when I woke up.

Now my eyes went down to my morning wood and I groaned in irritation.

Lydia was in fact like a sister to me, we were so close. I knew absolutely everything about her and her about me. So that dream was so out of the ordinary and gross that it made me want to scrub my eyes out with soap. There was nothing sexual about our friendship. She saw me the same way I saw her.

I looked over at the picture of her on my bedside table. Her reading glasses perched on her nose with her hair back in its normal ponytail as she read. She was a plain girl with plain tastes, but she was my best friend. She'd probably end up with a plain American boy next door that wasn't anything like me, but that'd only happen if she picked up her nose from her books long enough.

Back to my erection, I knew that this wasn't going to go away until I stroked it, but there was no way I was going to stroke one out to my best friend or even because of her. That was just too weird.

Cold water beat down on me as I deserved it like the pervert I apparently was. It did the job, but I couldn't shake the horny feeling that hadn't left since I woke, but I ignored it. I refused to entertain any lewd thoughts about Lydia. If I were being honest, that dream was probably due to the fact that I hadn't seen her all summer and I missed her like crazy. Today she was on her way back, so what that dream really meant was that I was excited to be with her again and I loved her dearly. Yeah, that's what that meant.

I threw on a black Nike dri fit shirt and gray sweatpants, then headed downstairs.

"Morning, champ." My dad said with his coffee mug in hand. "On my way out." He slapped my back, then paused. "Have you been getting extra workouts in?"

I nodded. "There's nothing else to do. Scott and I decided we want to be co-captains together this year."

He nodded in approval. "I think you both have a good chance. You've practiced in the back yard enough this summer."

I put my whey protein powder in my blender bottle. "We'll see."

"Hey, isn't Lydia coming back today?"

I didn't meet his eyes. "Yeah," I still felt weird about the dream.

"You don't sound too excited about it."

My shoulders shrugged. "I missed her,"

He cleared his throat. "Okay. . .I'll see you later." He left.

I chugged my nasty chocolate protein shake. If these things didn't work for me and I didn't see results I wouldn't put myself through drinking them, but they did so I toughed it out.

Scott's name lit up my phone.

"Wassup?" I answered.

"So about Lydia coming home, are we doing anything special?"

Knowing Lydia, she wouldn't like it. She wasn't big on surprises. She liked to control things in her life as much as possible. Not in a bad way, at least, not in my opinion. I knew she wouldn't be a controlling girlfriend, but just stern in what she wanted. I shook thoughts of her being a girlfriend from my head.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah, no. We should just take her to dinner or whatever. She likes to eat."

"Yeah," He agreed. "Okay, well I'm on my way to Malia's for a bit. Text us when she gets home."

I refrained from teasing him about being in love with his best friend, so I agreed instead and we hung up.

I ended up working out at the Planet Fitness ten minutes from my house. I liked that it was only ten dollars a month with most of the same equipment as any other gym, so that's where I hung out most of the time when Scott was too busy with Malia or Cora was too busy for a hookup. As one could imagine, that was quite a bit. I put on about twenty pounds of muscle so I was about one forty-five now. Not that it really mattered, but I was happy with my body more than I was before. Plenty of girls seemed to like me before so now that I was fitter I hoped they liked me the same.

Once I finished my workout, I ran home with my sports earbuds in my ears blasting Migos. Running after and before my workouts alleviated the need to do cardio at the gym so I could focus on building muscle groups instead.

I jogged up the driveway and up the stairs to my room for a shower. Wanting to peel my sweaty shirt off, I reached behind me to yank the neck off the shirt over my head and about had a heart attack once I registered the person in my room.

"Oh my God, Lyds." I jumped back.

She sat on my bed, her green eyes widened.

That's when I noticed she wasn't the same Lydia that left me three months ago. Her usual uncombed ponytail was now down in loose curls. Her once thick pair of bifocals were traded in for a pair of librarian looking glasses that made her look even more studious, but in a more mature way. Her most of the time chapped lips were lined in red lipstick. Gone were her plentiful yoga pants, superhero shirts, and chucks. She wore a maroon tank top that didn't leave her boobs up to the imagination and a jean jacket over with a pair of shorts that shouldn't have been legal as she stood because I could see just how shapely her legs were. Had they always been like that?

She walked towards me in chunky black ankle heeled combat boots. Her mascara covered lashes fluttered as she smiled at me, her dimples popped out.

"Don't look so excited to see me," She shoved my shoulder back playfully.

I stared at her in disbelief.

She arched a perfectly plucked brow. "What's wrong with you?"

I swallowed to coat my dry throat. I tore my gaze away from her. "Sorry, I just didn't expect you until later." I pulled her in for a hug and noticed how good she felt against my new body. My nose went to her hair and the smell of strawberries hit me. She never smelt like strawberries before. If anything, she used to smell like dusty books and I never had the heart to tell her.

"Wow," She pulled away enough to look up at me.

My eyes ran over her face and I liked what I saw.

"You've really been hitting the gym." Her manicured hand ran up my arm and squeezed my bicep and triceps.

I could feel myself start to harden so I pulled away. "You were gone, so I was bored out of my mind." I gave a soft grin.

She seemed pleased by that and grinned to herself. "Good." Her eyes went to mine. "So now that I'm back what should we do?"

I must've imagined the underline suggestive tone to her voice because surely my best friend didn't mean it the way I took it. The way I took it was that she wanted me to live out my wet dream in real life. I was surprised by how okay I suddenly was with that.

"Uh," I moved back to actually pull my shirt over my head. "Well, I'm going to shower. Then we can grab some food. Scott and Malia are really excited to see you."

Apparently, so was I.

My hands held my shirt in front of my sweatpants, hopeful that I wasn't too obvious.

Her eyes flitted down to my hands momentarily then back up to mine. "I'll just wait on your bed." She went back to it to lay on her side. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and pulled out her phone.

This was a normal occurrence. She'd been on my bed plenty of times, but not until now had I realized how it could make me harder. Her hazel eyes met mine again.

"Aren't you going to jump in the shower?" She peered at me over her black glasses and it made her look like a sexy librarian.

I cleared my throat, then nodded. I started the shower, then peeled off my sweaty clothes. My dick sprung out like I knew it would. As soon as I stepped in the shower my hand wrapped around it and immediate guilt crashed down over me. I was going to tug one out to the thought of my best friend. If I did that then it would forever change things. This one session would turn into many more sessions where I sexualized Lydia and I wasn't ready for that. She didn't deserve that. Especially not from me. Not when I was the only guy in her life that she could count on.

So I turned the water cold once again and thought of things that would usually turn me off, but only seemed to dampen my erection halfway. I wasn't about to jerk off because I knew if I started I wouldn't stop until I came and I didn't want Lydia to hear me. I was a loud masturbator, I moaned, groaned, and talked dirty enough for anybody to hear. That's why I usually waited until my dad was gone or I would turn up music and lock my door. That wasn't an option right now. I had a girl on my bed waiting for me to take her to dinner.

Again, I was shocked by how I wanted that to be true in another sense. But it wasn't, because I wasn't going there.

I came out with a towel around my waist because I forgot to grab clothes from my closet beforehand. I was used to freelancing it this summer so I was glad I thought to cover up before I walked out. I could feel her eyes glued to me as I walked over to my closet. If she wasn't dear to me and I wanted a quick fuck I would've dropped the towel and let things play out how they may, but I didn't do that.

With my clothes in my hand, I turned back for the bathroom.

"I'll just wait downstairs," She supplied as she stood and skirted out of my room.

With that settled, I dropped the towel to put on my dark gray henley and black jeans. The fabric rubbed against my cock and I bit back a groan. After I slid on my tims and favorite leather jacket I headed downstairs to find her bent over the island in the kitchen. Her position gave me the perfect view of her ass in those shorts. Her legs seemed to go on for miles.

She threw a look over her shoulder. "You ready?" She turned around to lean her back against the counter.

"Yeah,"

Her hazel eyes ran over my body, she nodded and headed for me. "You look good." She plucked my car keys from my hand. "I'm driving." She grinned up at me.

I followed her with a suppressed groan.

As long as I owned Roscoe and let her drive it many times, I never had the issue of watching her work the stick shift and wishing it wasn't a turn on. I had to force my gaze out the windshield or window.

"So what did you do this summer?"

She sighed. "You know my cousin, Angela? She took me under her wing and I worked at a makeup counter in the mall. I didn't think anything of it at first, but then it became fun. I saved up a good amount of money." She cut a look at me. "I didn't hit the gym as much as you, but I went enough." She turned a corner. "I met a guy, but I knew it was a summer fling so it wasn't too serious."

My forehead creased. "You met a guy?"

"You don't have to sound so surprised."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," My eyes ran over her and looked away. "I just meant that you don't like any guys. So what was this one like?"

She shrugged. "He was nice enough. A great kisser, but not too great in bed."

My heart slammed against my chest. "You had sex?!" I demanded.

She parked the car in front of the Thai restaurant and rolled her eyes as she slid out of the jeep effortlessly.

I followed suit.

"Yes, not that it's any of your business."

I went to her side as we walked to the door. "What was it like?" I held the door open for her.

"Bad enough for me to know it was bad." Her eyes went to mine as she passed. "Haven't had any since and now I can't stop thinking about it." She looked away and headed for the waitress.

I mentally bit my finger.

The waitress led us to our usual booth. We slid in across from each other.

"You should probably do something about that." My eyes stayed glued to the menu even though I always got to the same dish.

"Don't worry." She chuckled. "I won't attack you from across this booth."

"Not worried about that." I looked up to find her watching me. Instantly, my face felt hot. I looked back at the menu.

The waitress brought out our usual sodas. I felt bad when I had to tell her that I wanted water instead.

"Actually, I'll take a water instead, too." Lydia spoke up.

We looked at each other.

She tucked her strawberry blonde curls behind her ear. "So how are things with you and Cora? Still screwing each other's brains out?" She teased.

Since she'd been back I completely forgot about Cora. I had available access to sex almost any time that I wanted and I would use it tonight. All I really needed was a good lay. I mean, sure Lydia looked different and was no longer virginal, but that didn't mean things had to change. If I just got out my sexual frustrations then this attraction to her would subside. I was sure of it.

My arms spread out across the top of the booth. "Yeah, I guess," I looked across the restaurant for a distraction.

"You guess? What does that mean?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, it's not like we like each other. It's just sex, but I'm kind of glad I don't like her." My eyes met hers. "If I did then it'd be something I could lose."

She nodded. "I get it." She leaned forward on her elbows. "Trust me, I get it. With Aiden, it was like whatever, but I knew if he meant something to me it would hard to leave after the summer ended."

"Aiden." I scratched my chin. "Did he treat you well?"

She cracked a grin. "What does it matter?"

"Because if he didn't then I'd have to go find his ass and kick it." I couldn't help the protective tone in my voice.

Her dimples came out as she rolled her eyes. "You don't have to play the over protective big brother role. I'm not six anymore, Stiles."

"I can see that," I said without thinking. I didn't like her calling me her brother. I mean, I wasn't. I was her best friend.

The waitress sat down two glasses of water in front of us. We thanked her.

"Is it weird that I want to try out for the team?" She voiced nervously.

My eyes shot to hers. "You what?"

Her eyes widened. "I want to try out for the Lacrosse team."

My head shook. "Absolutely not."

"What do you mean absolutely not?"

I leaned forward. "You're quite capable of taking care of yourself in any given situation, but on that field, you'd have guys charging into you, big guys that will break you."

She sighed. "I can handle my own."

"Lydia, I can't protect you." My voice rose a little. I looked around and lowered it. My eyes searched hers. "They'll try to prove a point and I can't protect you from every one of them."

"No one's asking you to."

"You're my best friend, I'm always going to protect you."

She stared at me in question, something on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't get a chance to voice it because Scott and Malia arrived.

"Hey," They said excitedly and it died out on both their ends as they took her in.

She got up to hug them.

Scott looked at me with shocked eyes.

I nodded.

He sat next to me while Malia sat next to Lydia.

"I missed this," Malia commented.

Lydia nodded. "So did I." She sipped on her water.

I eyed the straw as I imagined a different object between her lips.

"What did you do with your summer?" Malia asked.

"Got hot for starters." Scott muttered, but we all heard him. "Someone had to say it."

We looked at each other and laughed.

Lydia turned beet red which I thoroughly enjoyed.

"You look so pretty," Malia played with her hair.

"Thank you, Malia," She said pointedly. "And Scott. You're the only two who have commented on it." She cut a look at me.

Wait, what? She didn't think I thought she looked hot?

Scott elbowed me.

"You don't need me to tell you how hot you look, Lyds." I said confidently.

I mean, she didn't. She should know she was beautiful and she didn't need anyone to tell her that, least of all a man.

Her gaze stalled on me.

I stared back.

The air grew awkward as we looked away.

She fixed her glasses and it was the most adorable thing I'd seen in a while. Three months to be exact.

We ordered our food and it wasn't so weird anymore. Laughter filled our table. Lydia laughed and I realized just how much I felt deprived of that laugh. We all joked around and told stories of our summer hiatus. Things were almost back to normal but every now and then I'd look at Lydia to be reminded of how things were, in fact, different now. She'd meet my gaze and look away with a hint of a smile on her face.

When it came time to pick up the check she put her card down for hers and mine, which wasn't a big deal. We'd often switch turns in paying. I paid last time so it shouldn't have been a problem. Only it was.

My hand grabbed hers before she could hand it over to the waitress. "I got it." I reached for my card with my other hand.

"What? No, you paid last time." She protested.

My eyes went to hers. "I said I got it." I pulled my hand from hers and handed over the checks and my card.

Scott and Malia shared a look, then smiled at each other.

I looked back at Lydia and gestured to the flirty friends next to us.

She smirked with a knowing look.

"How about we have another movie night?" Scott suggested after we signed our receipts.

I kind of wanted to spend time alone with Lydia, but I know they wanted to soak her in as much as I did, so I didn't object.

"I'm down," I agreed.

Lydia's brow rose at me, almost in disappointment.

Mine rose at her in question.

She looked at Scott and Malia. "Yeah, that sounds fun."

We scooted out of the booth.

I tugged the keys out of her hand. "I'm driving."

"I'm filled to the brim anyway." She rubbed her stomach.

I didn't say what came to mind as a rebuttal.

We got into Roscoe.

"About earlier," I started my jeep. "I should've said something sooner." I backed out of the parking lot. "You look beautiful. I just didn't think you had to hear me say it to know it's true."

Her eyes burned into my skin.

I looked at her.

She gave a soft smile. "That means a lot, Stiles."

"No problem," I left one hand on the wheel as I put the stick into drive. My eyes glanced at her to find her eyes still on me. "What?" I asked with a grin.

"Nothing," She crossed her legs and pulled out her phone.

My eyes went to her legs and I was pretty sure my jaw clenched from how hard my teeth pressed together.

We ended up watching The Maze Runner, something I never felt particularly interested in for some reason, but once we got into it I found it entertaining.

My arm rested on the couch behind Lydia.

"Thomas is really hot," Lydia told Malia.

Malia snorted a laugh. "He looks just like Stiles."

Lydia's eyes fell on me. "Yeah, he kind of does."

I inspected the Thomas character and shook my head. "I don't see it."

Scott just laughed.

I looked down as Lydia crossed her legs again.

She cleared her throat.

My eyes slid up her legs to her flat stomach and landed on her boobs. Her nipples were hard and I grew hard on the spot. I ripped my eyes away.

This had to stop.

I pulled my phone out and texted Cora.

She responded fairly quickly. She was down for a fuck.

Once the movie ended, I was thoroughly invested and wanted to watch the second installment, but I had to take care of the problem in my pants before I did something stupid like make a move on my best friend.

I turned to Lydia. "I'm going to Cora's for a bit. Can I come by later?"

She nodded. "Sure." Her tone dejected.

I rose, aware that my erection was noticeable. I felt Lydia's eyes on it and it throbbed harshly. "Later," I came around to the side of the couch, my hand went to her face while I leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. I stood and headed to the door with widened eyes. It wasn't odd for us to show affection for each other in friendly ways, but I hadn't kissed her on the cheek since we were little. Now that I did it I could get used to it, but I had a feeling it freaked her out.

Ready to get rid of all this weirdness and tension built up in me I headed to Cora's.

She sat at her desk doing her nails. She looked up at my arrival. "You're early, my nails are still wet."

"That's not the only thing I hope is still wet." I hated myself for saying that, but she was just as into dirty talk as I was.

She smirked. "Why don't you come find out, Stilinski."

I picked her up then threw her on the bed.

The more heated things got the more anxious I became. This wasn't about my wanting Cora. It was about my wanting to do this with my best friend for some sick reason. So I needed this to satisfy my urges so I could stop thinking about Lydia in a very unbest friend like manner.

Only when I entered Cora my mind went back to my dream and no matter how hard I resisted I couldn't get Lydia from my mind as I pumped in and out of my current fuck buddy.

"Ooh, somebody's really tense." She commented.

I leaned forward to shut her up with my mouth. While my hips worked I imagined a pair of plump red ones kissing me back. Cora's moans became Lydia's in my mind. And I don't think I ever came so fast and hard during sex except for my first time.

Cora was thoroughly impressed as she panted on her back. She let out a breathy laugh. "Wow, what's gotten into you?"

I rolled over onto my back, my eyes went to her ceiling.

"Hey," Her hand went to my chest. "You want to talk about it?"

"Not really, no."

She shrugged then rose. "Whatever. You know your way out." She dismissed.

I slid my clothes back on, feeling extremely dirty for what just happened. There was no taking that back. I just fucked a girl and orgasmed to the thought of Lydia. Part of me wanted to tell Scott about it, get his advice, but I knew Scott and he'd make it weird.

So I slinked back to my house to once again shower the grit off me for a third time that day. I grabbed the gift bag for Lydia and headed to her house.

Her mom answered the door. She smiled at me. "Stiles," She pulled me in for a hug. "Oh, don't you look handsome."

I laughed.

Lydia came to the door.

Natalie turned to her daughter. "Doesn't Stiles look handsome, Lydia?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, mom."

Natalie stepped aside for me to enter.

Lydia's high ponytail swung as she turned.

I followed Lydia up the stairs. My eyes were glued to her ass in her spandex shorts. If I had thought her shorts earlier were short and tight these were like a second skin that caused me to skip a step and trip.

She looked down at me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I cracked a grin at the situation. If she only knew I tripped because I was watching her ass sway she'd push me down the rest of the stairs with a disgusted look on her face.

She nodded, then started up the remaining stairs confident that I'd follow. She went to her bed and laid on her stomach. Her tank top gave me a good view of her cleavage. "Is that for me?"

I was stunned, thinking she meant my fiftieth erection of the day, but relaxed when I realized she meant the shopping bag in my hand.

"Oh, yeah." I handed it to her.

She took it with curious eyes. She pulled out a S.T.A.R Labs sweatshirt and her mouth fell open. "You did not," She sat up and held it to her chest. "I love it, Stiles." Her hazel eyes met mine.

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Yes!"

Satisfaction filled me.

She realized there was another shirt in the bag. It was just a simple Flash t-shirt, but she geeked out anyway. "Thank you," She shot up to wrap her arms around my neck, her legs wrapped around my waist as she jumped up.

I caught her hips with much enthusiasm. "You're welcome, Lyds."

She stilled once she felt my hard cock through my jeans against her shorts. Her eyes widened.

I laughed and set her down. "Sorry,"

"So I take it your session with Cora didn't go well?" She probed.

"Depends on your definition."

She made a face, then took her tank top off. I was surprised her stomach was toned. The sexy indent of abs replaced what used to be just a flat stomach. Her pink lacy bra cupped her breasts perfectly. I was aware that I should've turned around, but I couldn't move.

She threw on the t-shirt. "You know, if you don't like Cora you don't have to keep seeing her." She pulled her ponytail out and loosely braided it to the side.

I flopped down on her bed and grabbed her teddy bear, Steven. "True, but fucking has nothing to do with liking someone." I pointed the bear's arm at her as I crossed my feet. "If I wanted to make love to someone it damn sure wouldn't be Cora." My eyes went to hers.

She came to lay beside me, her creamy legs full on display. "I pity the girl that you fall for," She grinned. "You're kind of a fuckboy."

My head propped in my hand while I played with Steven. "That's not fair, I just like sex. Why is that a crime?"

Her finger traced down my face and under my chin. "Maybe because you're actually a nice guy and you don't let those girls see it." She looked down at her finger like she wanted to spank it.

She had never made such an intimate move before. Well, if she had, I hadn't noticed until today. So maybe nothing had changed. Maybe she had always been this way and I was just now seeing it from three months of separation and deprivation.

I pretended like it didn't affect me. My eyes looked to the side. "Those girls don't want that side of me, Lyds. They just want to screw."

"How do you know?" She questioned.

I looked back at her. "Because none of them tried to get to know me like you do."

She pondered that. "So if we weren't friends and I tried to strike up a conversation with you, you'd think I wanted to have sex with you?"

"Totally." I grinned.

She gave me a look, but her dimples still appeared. "I'm serious."

I composed myself. "If we weren't friends and you started talking to me I'd ask myself what did I want from you and if you wanted the same thing we'd go from there."

Her forehead creased as she tried to figure out that puzzle. "You basically just said if we weren't friends you'd try to fuck me."

I nodded. "I did say that, yeah."

She laughed, probably under the impression I was joking.

Well, I wasn't, which scared me.

I offered a small grin so she wouldn't suspect anything was wrong.

We ended up watching The Scorch Trials because we both wanted to see the second movie after The Maze Runner.

I tried not to notice as she bit her lip when Thomas did anything remotely heroic, but it was hard. I could be like Thomas if given the same circumstances, but nothing interesting ever happened in Beacon Hills.

By the end of the movie, Lydia had fallen asleep against my shoulder. After a long day, I was exhausted, too, so I cut off the TV and lamps, then slid back into bed with my clothes on. We'd slept in the same bed for many years without it being a problem for anyone. Usually, we stayed on our sides of the bed, but tonight I pulled her close to me. Her back against my front.

In hindsight, that probably wasn't a great idea, but I was too tired to care. I drifted to sleep.

The next morning I woke acutely aware that my cock was against something extremely warm and wet. A grin found my face as I kept my eyes closed, then they flew open when I remembered I wasn't in my bed.

Lydia had her leg sprawled across mine, her warm pussy was nestled right over my erection. Her hand rested on my bare chest. Her mouth rested not even a millimeter from my neck, breathing warm air onto it. I could smell her arousal in the air.

When did I take my clothes off? Better yet, when did this development happen?

She wiggled her hips and moaned sleepily.

I froze.

She did it again and I swear cum leaked out of my head. Her hand moved up my chest.

I didn't know what to do. The best friend in me said to quickly remove myself from the situation. . .but the horny male in me said let it play out and see if I can quench this thirst for my best friend once and for all. But then she stilled.

"Oh my God," She said, clearly awake now. She backed away with red cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Stiles." She got to her feet.

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything.

She rushed to the bathroom.

"It's cool," I got out before she shut the door behind her. My lips pursed.

That was totally my fault. I should've stopped her, I knew she didn't want to do that with me and I let it happen.

My eyes went down to my dick and I hated it in that moment. If it came between Lydia and I then I'd take drastic measures. Okay, I wasn't going to chop my dick off or anything, but I'd force myself to be celibate until things cooled down.

I put my clothes back on, aware that my hard on wasn't going anywhere this time. I prepared to knock on the bathroom door, but something stopped me.

"Lyds, I'm heading out. I'll call you later, okay?"

She didn't respond at first. "Mhmm."

I snuck out of the house before Mrs. Martin could see me and guess what her daughter and I were up to. When I got home my dad was gone so the first thing I did was lock myself in my room and pull out my cock. My hand ruthlessly tugged it and this time I couldn't keep the thoughts of her from my mind and I didn't feel bad about it. I Imagined her grinding against me until we both came. I squirted into my hand with a loud orgasm.

Later that day, Scott texted me to go swimming with the girls. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea, but not going would be even more awkward. So I agreed.

Going back to Lydia's house after the incident felt like I was walking into school naked. I knew she didn't tell Malia about it, or I hoped she didn't. So I hoped we could go about it like things were normal, as normal as they could be after all the changes between us since she came back.

I went around back to find Scott and Malia already in the pool. They splashed water at each other and laughed.

Malia noticed me. "Hey, Stiles." She splashed Scott one last time.

He turned to me with a head nod.

I nodded back, then took off my shirt and ran my hand through my hair.

Lydia came out of her patio door in a black and pink lace bra and matching bikini bottoms. Her abs and legs drew my attention as she walked toward me, swayed was more like it. Her hair was back in a loose braid. A confidence that wasn't there before tilted her head up, her eyes hit mine.

My mouth felt dry.

"Are you getting in the water?" She asked, her voice even.

I didn't trust myself to speak, so I nodded as I followed her into the pool.

"Ooh, you look hot," Malia approved. Her eyes slid to mine. "Right Stiles?"

My middle finger immediately went to her, but I dropped it before Lydia could see.

"Yeah," I agreed.

I could practically feel Lydia roll her eyes. I didn't blame her for being mad about this morning. If I were her, I'd be mad, too.

"How about a game of chicken?" Scott suggested.

That would involve for Lydia's vagina to be against the back of my neck. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about it, but now I didn't know if I could handle it.

"I haven't played Chicken in forever." Lydia grinned. She looked at me with a raised brow.

I mean, I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to have her pussy that close to my head, so I gave a nonchalant grin.

Lydia put her legs on over my shoulder, then scooted so that she sat on my shoulders.

My hands reached hers to steady her. I had never been more aware that if Scott and Malia weren't there I could turn around and make her say my name in the way I wanted to. I mentally shook those thoughts from my head, then walked us over to the middle of the pool where Scott and Malia waited.

"Let's kick their asses, Lyds." I told her.

She let go of my hands once she found her center of balance. "Agreed."

Scott and I shared a smile before we charged our prospective ladies into each other.

They playfully slapped at each other and tried to shove the other off. Never had a game off chicken been so hot. I momentarily imagined Lydia and Malia at a sleepover in a pillow fight. It wasn't much different than this. Only there did they make out.

Scott shook his head at me and laughed, knowing exactly what I was thinking.

Finally, Lydia pushed Malia back hard enough for her to fall back into the water. Scott went to make sure she was okay. To steady herself, her hands tugged on my hair and I was ashamed a little groan came from me. Whether she heard it or not was up for debate.

She swung her legs around and dropped herself into the water. Her eyes found mine, then slid down my chest to my aroused cock in my swim trunks. She bit her lip, then quickly turned away once she realized I saw.

Wait, was she turned on by me? Was it maybe not so out of the realm of possibilities as I always thought? I thought of every moment we've had since she'd been back and I realized that if she did like me or was even attracted to me that things were much different than I thought.

She hugged Malia. "I'm so sorry."

Malia waved her off with a laugh. "Are you kidding? That was fun!"

We played a few more games before they got tired of getting water up their noses.

I threw Lydia into the water once as a joke, but she attacked me with painful wet slaps to the chest and back as I fled the pool in laughter at her anger. I grabbed my towel and dried off.

Scott got out, too. "I've got to get ready for work."

The girls followed.

"And I've got to help my dad with some things," Malia supplied.

I turned around to see as she gave Lydia a pointed look.

"Bye, Stiles," Malia waved.

"Bye." I waved back.

Scott came up to me. "Let me know if you want to get in another practice before school tomorrow." He held out his fist.

"Will do." I bumped his fist with mine.

They left.

Lydia looked at me in question.

"What?"

"I left my towel in the house. Can I use yours?"

I handed it over. For some reason, I turned away like her drying off was somehow private. "So are we going to talk about what happened this morning?"

She headed for the house. "If you want."

I followed behind. "I just don't want it to be awkward." I shut the french doors behind me.

She turned to me. "I was only dry humping you in my sleep, why would it be awkward?" Sarcasm seeped from her tone.

A grin found my lips. "It's only natural, Lyds. I'm surprised it's never happened before." I went to her fridge to grab a bottle of water for us. I chucked it at her.

She caught it, her eyes on me. "I'm not."

I made a face. "What does that mean?"

She perched up on the countertop. "You know what it means."

I went to her, I stood in front of her. "No, I don't know what it means."

Her eyes burned into mine. "I liked you and you never noticed."

I froze. "What?"

She gave a wry grin. "Yeah, it sounds weird telling you, but I did." She met my curious gaze.

"Did?" I found myself asking.

"Once I realized how wrong we were for each other I got over it." She said it as simply as if she talked about her love for eating cereal for dinner.

I didn't know how to take that.

My hands rested on her legs. "So this morning?"

"Was an accident." She removed my hands and jumped down.

I towered over her. My eyes narrowed at her.

"And in the pool?"

Her brow rose.

I walked her back into the counter, my arms on either side of her as they held the counter. "When you stared at my erection. Was that an accident, too?"

"It's kind of hard not to, Stiles. It's huge and you keep getting them." Her voice betrayed how affected she was.

I moved closer to her with the intent to find out if our mouths worked well together.

Her hand pressed into my chest. "What are you doing?" She asked breathlessly, her nipples poked through her top.

My mouth lowered to hers, but I didn't close the distance.

Her hand slid down to my abs and rubbed.

"And now?" I whispered.

She shivered.

My hips pressed into hers and rocked.

She let out a gasp. "Stiles," She whispered but didn't push me away. "We can't."

"Why not?" My lips a breath away from hers.

"Because you'd break my heart." There was so much pain in her voice that I stilled.

I looked down at her and concluded that Lydia didn't just use to have a crush on me. She'd been in love with me. That kind of pain warranted that kind of love. I'd be the one to screw and screw without it meaning anything and it hurt her. It had to. And I'd been the fool that didn't see it until now.

I stepped back with what I knew were wounded eyes, but I didn't know how to fix my face. I didn't know how to fix this shift between us. I didn't know if we could be fixed after today.

When I stumbled mindlessly out of there she didn't stop me. I aimlessly drove to my house and went through the rest of the day in a haze. That night I couldn't get to sleep. With Lydia on my mind, it made it impossible.

Had I really been blind enough to not notice how my best friend felt about me? Obviously, yes. The answer was right in front of me. I'd been the shallow asshole that never noticed how beautiful she was until she put on a skirt and some makeup. I didn't want to be that guy. I didn't want her to feel like I was that guy. I didn't want anyone to think I was that guy.

With tomorrow being the first day of school we'd be seeing much more of each other. I'd prove it to her. And I'd prove it to myself. I could be someone she trusted with her heart. It scared me how much I suddenly wanted her to give it to me.

A/N: Thought I'd take a break from Scalia. I'm not sure if this will be longer. Maroon 5 came on while I was writing my new Scalia fic (not up yet) and I liked this song but it felt right for Scalia, but I thought it fit even better for Stydia - the hazel eyes and friend's not realizing their feelings.

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