Chapter 48 | "The Guy with Golden Eyes"

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Lydia's POV
Aaron and his friends leaves to search for Adeline's friend, and I am yet again left with Adeline; who seems to be very invested in my life. She would often ask about personal questions, like if I ever fell in love. I'm not completely sure if she's asking about my love life because she's drunk and craves affection, or if she's the type of person who would force their way into a friendship by getting to know every single detail of my personal life. Either way, I would answer her questions with another question.

"So, how was it like?" Adeline asks and I finally look into her curious eyes.

"How did what feel like?" I respond to challenge her and aim her questions towards a different direction.

"How was it like to be in love?" She asked again. By this time, I wished that Aaron would come back and save me from this woman!

"You've never been in love before?" Again, I avoid the question. As of now, I am drowning my ears into the music of the club until I hear something that's worth my attention.

"Blah, blah, blah.... this guy name Eric or something..... blah, blah, blah.... English project... blah—"

"Adeline, do you want a drink?" I intrude, giving a polite smile but also trying to notify her that she should stop asking personal questions because I will literally scream.

"No. I'm not really thirsty. Thanks." She says and continues to asks questions. Do I have to punch this girl in order for her to shut up?

Finally, I see a glimpse of Aaron and I yell for his name as if my life depended from it, because it did! I am literally going to die of boredom if I hear Adeline say another word. No offense to Adeline though. Surprisingly, Aaron heard my screams, and we had a silent conversation to meet halfway. I pull Adeline towards his direction as if I was babysitting a 5 year old child who asks way too much questions and finally handing off the little brat to its parents. As we get closer towards Aaron, Adeline stops and forcefully tugs my arm towards a different direction.

"That's him! That's my friend!" Adeline points and rushes towards the crowd. All I could do was follow because I had no idea which guy she was pointing at. Suddenly, she slows down and I can finally catch my breath. We crossed the dance floor and shoved our bodies against many sweaty armpits just for me to see the back of a random guy's head... today is not a great day for me.

Adeline taps the back of the 6-ish ft tall guy in the gray shirt, and as he turn around, I recognized the structure of his face.

"This is my friend, St—" Adeline introduces him, but I finished her sentence.

"Stiles." I stand there, motionless. I don't know whether to smile, or cry. I don't know whether I'm happy to see him again, or if I mad at the fact that he hurt me. I don't know. When I'm around him, I don't know what to do.

He looks at me. Nothing else. He just admires the situation, and gazes into my eyes. I missed his eyes. They were just plain brown, but for some reason, they look more beautiful than just brown. It was more than that. I see golden in his eyes as the colored lights hits perfectly on them. Fuck, I missed him.

"Get away from her!" I instantly turn around and I see Aaron pushing the people away just to get to me.

"Hey, I'm not doing anything." Stiles mentions and raises his hands as a sign of surrender.

Aaron finally reaches me and caresses my face. "Are you okay?" His eyes are brown too. Just brown. But you can see still how much he cared for me. I nod and Stiles gives off a slight laughter, and walks a few steps back.

"What are you laughing at?" Aaron glares and approaches him.

"You won." Stiles bites his inner cheek, and repeats his statement again. Aaron and I are taken aback, confused at what he was implying.

Adeline jumps in and goes in between the two men. "Aaron, thanks for your help. We're leaving now." I turns her body to look at me, and gives me a small smile, "It was nice meeting you. I understand why Stiles likes you." They both turn around and just before they could escape, Aaron tries to pick a fight.

"Adeline! Was this your plan all along? For us to play scavenger hunt and find him? Or have my friends and I search for an invisible person while you drag Lydia into his open arms?"

"Excuse me?" Adeline stops to snare at Aaron and crosses her arms. That's never a good sign.

"Did you really think you would succeed?"

"Okay, Aaron," Adeline approaches Aaron slowly and looks at him in the eyes, "clearly you are delusional and overprotective. I just left a fucking mental institution, and I decided it would be a great idea for Stiles and I to get out for once and celebrate. Now, I understand if your small brain is taking a while to process what I just said, so just let me know when if you finally understood that." She plasters on a fake smile.

"Don't patronize me, Adeline."

"Wow, big word! And you used it correctly too! I am so surprised, Aaron." Adeline rolls her eyes.

"Patronize isn't even a big word, but it makes sense for you since you have such a limited range of vocabulary words."

"Fuck you, Aaron."

"Oh, you would like that wouldn't you?"

"Ha-ha, no. Want me to say it in Spanish, too? No."

"Oh, please. you'd enjoy it."

"You know what else I'd enjoy, watching you choke on your own stupidity. Shouldn't be long until that actually happens." Adeline turns around and pushes Stiles out of the scene.

"Don't let the door smack your face on your way out." Aaron exclaims and Adeline looks back to give him the finger.

     Once they were out of sight, my tense body finally had a chance to relax just a little, but I still couldn't breathe. Every single part of my body couldn't function properly, and my brain drew a blank on what to do next. My eyes are fixated at the direction where Stiles left. He left... again. And I didn't stop him... again.

     Somehow Aaron managed to capture my attention, and we shared the same expression. Before he could say anything, I forced myself to move away from him, "Just take me home."

      He nods and we were on our way out. He told me that he would just text his friends that I wasn't feeling well and needed to get out. Although, I wished Aaron didn't have to tell them anything. I don't need any more attention tonight, I just need to get home.

     The drive is silent, and as exhausted as my body and mental state was, I still couldn't fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I see Stiles. I see every single memory we had together. I couldn't escape him. I couldn't forget him. Little by little, I finally went to sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
          Hola, everyone! I feel like with every chapter I make, I always apologize for updating this book late. So you guys know the drill, I guess. Anyway, thank you so much for all your support! It brings me so much joy to see all of you guys commenting because I know that means you are engaging with the story!

          Here's a random test about Teen Wolf:
          1.) What was Scott's first job? 
          2.) What did Stiles give Lydia in the Ice Rink?
          3.) What kind of monster was Jackson?
          4.) How did Allison's mom die?