This is the last chapter of this story :( I'm sad to end it. I am already planning my next one, so keep an eye on my account for it :) Thanks for reading and I hope you have enjoyed my story!

Lydia

Lydia was filled with a mix of anger and fear when she read the text on her phone. She didn't know why she didn't feel sad, but there was only fear of losing him and anger for him dumping her. She had spent years loving him, years getting him and now that she finally had him, she was losing him.

Lydia was now in her car, driving furiously over to his house – he wasn't getting out of this relationship without a fight from her.

She rang the bell and when she wasn't met with an answer, banged loudly on the door. She was just about to walk away, when the handle turned downwards and the door swung open. Stiles' tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes were revealed. Lydia was now met with the sadness she had been lacking.

Stiles' sighed, obviously not expecting Lydia to come to his home. She barged her way past him, into the living room before he could slam the door on her. She heard the door click shut before he followed her into the warm, cosy room filled with memories and happiness.

Tears started to drop out of Lydia's eyes as she hopelessly searched her brain for the speech she had memorized in her car on the way over. Stiles was the first to speak.

"What're you doing here?" he asked, even though she knew full well that he knew why she had come over.

Lydia pulled the phone out of her pocket and brought the text he had sent her up on the screen, "This is why I'm here!" she cried, her 'mean' tone failing to come through as much as she wanted it too.

Stiles stayed silent, biting the inside of his cheek as he looked at the screen being shoved into his face. Since it was obvious he wasn't going to say anything, Lydia spoke again. "What's this about?" she asked softly, stepping towards him.

"I don't want to ruin you!" Stiles suddenly yelled at the top of his voice, making Lydia step back in shock; she wasn't expecting him to shout. She looked down at his clenched fists and she was scared.

Stiles

Stiles instantly released his hands from the fists they were tightly balled into when he saw Lydia flinch and step back; he hadn't meant to scare her. That's the last thing he wanted.

"Lydia, I'm so sorry…" he started, trying to find the words to say how sorry he was.

"How would you ruin me?" Lydia answered, ignoring his attempt at an apology, but her frame relaxing a little because of it.

"I don't want to turn you into a Malia." Stiles told her, his voice soft and gentle but filled with warning.

"Has she told you this?" Lydia visibly tensed up, "I saw you talking to her earlier through the History class window, you seemed pretty upset."

"She right Lydia, don't you remember her before I started dating her?" Stiles ran his fingers through his hair and stared sadly into Lydia's eyes.

"Just because Malia turned into a bitch when popularity hit her, doesn't mean that I'm the same." Lydia stood with her arms crossed and her face willing him to believe her.

Stiles stared at the floor and said nothing. He internally screamed at himself to apologise and say that she was right, that he loved her. Instead he closed his eyes and stayed completely silent. He kept his eyes shut, hearing Lydia give an exasperated, humourless laugh and stomp out of his house.

The sound of the front door slamming clicked him out of his trance. He started to think about what she had said. She was right, not everyone would turn like Malia did. Especially Lydia; she was too good to ever be like that.

Losing his chance, he sprinted to his door. He pulled down on the handle and wrenched the door open so quickly, he almost ripped it off its hinges. Stiles quickly absorbed his surroundings, searching for Lydia. His heart cracked in half as he saw her car driving up the road and around the corner.

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and swore so loudly, he made the neighbour's dog start barking. He slammed his door shut, his aggression building. The anger he felt was directed at nobody but himself; it was his fault that he had lost Lydia.

The anger built up like a tsunami until he finally snapped. Stiles screamed and crashed his fist into wall with such force that a hole was left behind. The pain seared through his knuckles, making him grab them with his other hand and clutch them to his chest, groaning loudly.

When the shooting pain finally evened out to just throbbing, Stiles could form a clear thought in his head. He knew he had to get Lydia back somehow; he was a wreck without her.

Lydia

Lydia ignored every call, text and voicemail on her phone that came from him. It was the morning after and Allison was in her bedroom – she had stayed the night to calm Lydia down. Together, they had decided that Lydia couldn't let Stiles dictate her life like he had been. She had come running every time he decided he wanted her and then had been heart-broken again soon after and it wasn't healthy for her.

"I have to go now or I won't get to Scott's in time." Allison told Lydia with an apologetic smile. She was at Scott's house before Lydia had texted her and had to leave him, so they had decided to go to school together the next day to make up for it.

Lydia nodded and smiled back at her friend, "It's fine honestly. Go and spend time with your man, you're lucky to have him."

Allison sighed and looked at her with sad eyes, before walking out of her room. Lydia opened her wardrobe and picked out some shorts and a t-shirt, nothing too fancy; she couldn't be bothered to try and dress up but she didn't want Stiles to think she was a wreck over the break up, even though she was. Once she had put on her make-up and was dressed and ready, she walked out of her house and got into her car.

Lydia pulled into the car park of the school. She pulled down her mirror, made sure none of her make-up was smudged, closed her eyes and sighed. A few minutes later she exited her car and strutted towards the school building, pretending like nothing was wrong.

She could hear Aubrey and Jane shouting her name in the distance but she ignored it; she really didn't feel like talking to them right now. Instead, she went into the school and headed down the corridors towards the library so that she could be alone.

Lydia could feel eyes on her as she walked and people gaped at her wide eyed, telling their friends to look too and whispering things to each other. She felt her face flush red and her heartbeat quicken; she had no idea why people were talking about her.

As Lydia turned the corner, she noticed a few people crowded round some black letters spray painted onto the wall. Curiosity pulled her towards the letters and she pushed her way to the front of the growing cluster of people.

Stiles

Stiles stood at the front of a bunch of people that were crowded around the 'vandalism' that he had created. He watched Lydia push her way through the bustle of bodies and he watched her mouth drop open as she read the words written on the wall. He had written 'LYDIA MARTIN PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I LOVE YOU' in huge block letters along the hallway wall.

Lydia's eyes found his and she pushed her lips together tightly. Sucking in his nerves, Stiles stepped over to the little red head that he loved so much and waited patiently for her to find words.

"You… You're so…" she struggled, shaking her head as each word stumbled out of her lips. His heart fell – she was going to tell him to leave her alone.

"I know. It was stupid, I just…" he lifted his fist to his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut briefly before re-opening them and looking into Lydia's emerald, glassy ones.

"I love you so much," Lydia's mouth grew into a grin as Stiles' eyes widened in confusion; he had been expecting her to tell him to never talk to her again or something.

Stiles gently caressed Lydia's cheeks with his palms and pulled her face towards his own. They kissed passionately while some people cheered them on and other muttered in excitement and surprise over Stiles' new girlfriend choice.

Lydia

By the end of the day, everyone knew Lydia's name. Girls all over the school were giving her the same envious looks that she had once given Malia. The only difference: Lydia would never turn into someone like Malia.