Chapter 36 | Day 2 [without Lydia]

Day 1.5 [without Lydia]
     "I thought you hated Lydia!" I yell at Malia, screaming from the rooftop as she picks up her bag and rushes towards the door.

     "I thought you loved Lydia!" She stops and turns around with her hands up in the air, "I guess we were both wrong."

     "I still love Lydia."

     "Then why don't you want to visit her, Stiles?" She stares at me but all I do is look away.

     "Fine. You can stay here. I'm going to Lydia." Malia turns back around and before I can stop her, she slams the rusty door. I sprint on the rooftop, down the doors, and finally catching up to her as she clicks the button that unlocks her car.

     "You know what I don't get." She turns around and I could see the tears forming. "I don't get how one day, you didn't even hesitate on leaving me to be on the road with Lydia. And now, I try to do the same, and you become more cautious. For the first time, I'm trying to do something right, and somehow, it still makes me seem like the bad guy."

     "Malia—"

     "Don't Stiles. All I want is simple. Come with me to see Lydia, or stay here." She opens the door and enters to the driver's seat. She waits and after a couple of seconds, I get in her car.

. . .

     I try to look out the window and clear my head, trying to avoid talking to Malia, but that situation was inevitable.  Why? Because my curiosity got the best of me.

     "So, you still didn't tell me why you want to see her. Because I thought that you hated—"

     "Just stop, Stiles! Okay! I never hated Lydia!"

     "So you like her?"

     "Lydia was the only person who stood up to me. And I was always taught that if you want someone to remember you, you gotta make a lasting impression, okay. I don't know why I met with Jackson and put up those posters—"

     "Wait, you put up those posters in the school?"

     "Yes, but—"

     "I can't believe this." I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt. Then, a hard stop occurs and I hit my head hard on the top on the car's desk.

     "Look, I'm sorry for what I did to you and Lydia. Which is why I want to see her! But I can't do that alone. I need someone right now, Stiles. Everyone hates me already. I don't need another person doing the same too." Malia whispers as her grip tightens on the steering wheel. Then, tears begin to pour out and I can't help but comfort her.

     "Okay, We'll do this together." I hold her hand and she takes a deep breath. She nods and moves the shift from Parked to Drive. "I knew you couldn't last a day with the love of your life." I say winking at her.

     "What! Where's Ryan Goslin? Cause all I see is a sarcastic jackass." Malia gives wink back as she smirks.

. . .

     We slowly enter Lydia's hospital room and reluctantly approach her. Malia grabs my hand and holds it. I look down at our hands, then stare at Malia. The memory of Lydia's hand intertwining with mine. How Malia's grip isn't the same as Lydia's. Malia notices my gaze and she instantly releases her grip and takes it back.

     "Sorry." Malia says as she rubs her own hands.

     "It's okay." I whisper back at her as we both stare at each other. As seconds pass, we both finally break of the staring and step towards Lydia's bed.

     Malia takes her place and sits down next to Lydia. "Hey, Lydia. It's Malia. You're enemy." She laughs, "That's funny to me because I don't consider you as an enemy. More as friends that don't quite get along. Emphasize on the friends part. I just wanted to say sorry. And that's really hard for me to say, because saying sorry means that I did something wrong. It also means that I'm weak."

     "That's not true." I interrupt, "Saying sorry makes you the bigger person." Malia looks back at me and smiles.

     "I guess so." She gives a slight laugh before standing up. "Well, Lydia, you may or may not have heard that, but hopefully in the future, we can be friends. And maybe I can give you a run for your money. See who gets to have Stiles." I raise my eyebrows and she states, "I'm just joking."

     We both say our goodbyes, but as we reach the door, the nurse checks in and her facial expression says that we are in big trouble.

     "What are you teens doing here? Visiting Hours are over. Especially since it's near to 2am!"

     "Sorry ma'am. We were just leaving."

. . .

     Malia drops me off to my house, and for some reason, I needed her right now, so I invite her in. We sneak up the stairs in hopes of not waking my father up. We safely enter my bedroom and we just sit on my bed in silence. Have you ever been so comfortable with someone, that silence doesn't even bother either of you? That's how I feel right now with Malia. We both look up unison at one another. In that moment, I imagined Lydia siting next to me. With that train of thought, I kiss her. Malia. In which I thought was Lydia.

     "Stiles!" Malia pushes and stands further away from me, "I can't do this. You love Lydia. And right now, I feel used."

     "I am so sorry, Malia." I say standing up, trying to go closer to her.

     "I need to go." She picks up we bag and opens the door, rushing to get out in silent. And I'm left alone again. What am I doing?

. . .

Day 2 [without Lydia]
     Yesterday is worst than today. Today. 7 billion people are experiencing today is different ways. Lydia in a coma. Kira taking care of Lydia. Scott spending time doing whatever the hell he wants. Most people at work or at school. Some out on adventures. Me? I'm spending it locked in my room in one spot, thinking about Lydia. Whatever I think about, it always leads back to Lydia. To pass the time, I write Lydia a letter. Actually, more than one letter. One letter for every time someone mentions Lydia. One was when my dad said her name, and the other was when I was watching a show where a character had the name Lydia. After I finished writing the letters, I seal each letter in an envelope and place them inside a box. Suddenly, I receive a call.

     "Hello?"

     "Hello. May I please speak with Mr. Stiles Stiliski?"

     "This is him. Who's speaking?"

     "This is Mr. Morgan Rossi from Monté Hills University. I will like to discuss whether or not you will want a dorm?"

     "Oh, right. Umm, I can't do it right now because my friend, she needs to be taken care of right now."

     "I apologize for your situation right now. Although, there is another situation. As you see, there are many students from around the world wanting to go to this school, and not as many dorms. You have reserved and already paid for a dorm, but we are still waiting for your arrival. The board said that if you do not come here within the first week of the new month, your room will be reserved for someone else. But you will get your money back."

     "Can you give me more time. This university has always been my dream. This is where my mom went to."

     "Yes, we understand."

     "Can I just... please give me a little more time."

     "You have till the first week of July, Mr. Stilinski. We have already emailed you and your father. Good day to you, sir." And just like that, the phone call went dead.

     Now, I have to choose. Be in my dream school where I can have a better future. Or be with my dream girl where I can actually see a future... with her.

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Author's Note
Hey lovelies! So Spring Break is almost over (for me) and I spent a majority of it watching shows on Netflix. Because I recently got it. So feel free to recommend me shows/movies to watch on Netflix ;)

Also, sorry if it took so long to write. I've seriously had writers block, and also cause of Netflix. Thanks Netflix. But as promised, the upcoming chapters will be an emotional one. So don't forget about them tissues!!