Chapter 3 - Lydia

Lydia stared at Scott's plate of chilli and tried to fight down the urge to hurl. She had been feeling sick all weekend and the smell of red meat was not helping any.

"Have you guys checked out Jackson's neck?"

Lydia tried to feign disinterest at Stiles' question but she had heard similar rumours the whole day. She had seated herself strategically in the café hoping to get a look when her ex walked in.

"I've heard its covered in hickies. You'd think he was trying to hurt someone for making out with someone else's boyfriend." Allison said as she glared at Lydia.

Lydia sunk in her seat retreating from her now closest friends intense stare. She felt awful for kissing Scott and wanted nothing more than to take it all back.

"Look Allison, I'm sorry for kissing Scott. I'm not actually the slightest bit interested in him." Lydia ignored the crestfallen look on Scott's face like her lack of interest in him somehow made him less desirable to females in general.

"I don't get why you did it Lydia. You and Jackson had been dating for what, two years? and you throw it all away by kissing someone else in such an open area."

Lydia knew Allison was right, she had screwed up. She and Jackson had been fighting more often than usual lately spending more and more time apart. Without Jackson to hang out with she had started hanging out with Allison, Scott and Stiles more frequently and seen how good of a boyfriend Scott was to Allison. Always meeting her after class, carrying her books. The way the two of them always acted so annoyingly lovey dovey around each other. She hadn't wanted Scott, she wanted Jackson to be a little more like him.

"I know what I did was wrong but something has been off between me and Jackson lately and I got tired of it. I'm really sorry that Scott became the casualty of our dysfunction." She explained hoping Allison would forgive her.

"Oh, oh. There he is!" Stiles practically jumped out of his chair pointing and looking far to happy for a situation that could potentially devastate her.

Lydia followed Stiles' direction and saw Jackson walking over to sit at a table, his usual lacrosse lackeys behind him. She eyed his neck noticing two different dark pink blemishes on his neck and those were only from the one angle. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry. Not wanting to give Jackson the satisfaction. They had broken up only of Friday and it was Monday morning and seeing the clear signs that Jackson had moved on already hurt more than she cared to admit. It hurt to know their time together meant so little that he needed less than a weekend to move on.

"Scott." Stiles hissed. "Were you able to smell who gave him those?" Lydia was sure she misheard Stiles because she knew there was no way someone could smell someone's scent on someone else.

"Err. Yes…err I mean no…I mean I have to be wrong." Lydia studied Scott as he stumbled around an answer and noticed him blushing and she knew that Scott knew who it was. She wasn't sure how he did but he seemed to actually know.

"Scott, if you know who it was I suggest you tell me before I stab you in the eye with my fork." The fork was plastic but she was sure she could do it.

"Erm…he smelt like Armani, and there is only one person at our school who wears that cologne. But that can't be right because Jackson isn't…you know…" he stuttered out.

Lydia didn't even know what to say. She was certain Scott had to be wrong because if Jackson was gay or even bisexual he would've told her. She managed to keep to that delusion for a whole of five seconds before realizing that no, he wouldn't have. Feelings and emotions were always off the table when they talked. She looked over to Jackson's table and noticed that Danny wasn't there like he always was. Looking around the room she found him sitting by himself a few tables over looking sullen. He kept looking up from his food and eying Jackson's table looking both guilty and more than a little lost.

"I'll catch up with you guys later. There is someone I need to talk to." Lydia didn't wait for anyone to respond she stood up and stormed over to where Danny was sitting. "Outside. Hallway. Now."

"Lydia, what's wro…"

"I said now!" Lydia cut Danny off and walked straight out of the cafeteria without looking back. She knew Danny would be a few steps behind her.

"Lydia, what the hell." Danny whispered as he walked out into the hallway.

Lydia rounded on Danny and crowded him up against the lockers trapping him. "Yes, what the hell. You fucked Jackson?"

She watched as a shocked looked crossed Danny's face and he opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. Thrice it looked like he tried to say something before he finally said, "I don't know…"

"Don't lie to me Danny, McCall could smell you all over him." She knew she was accusing Danny with the lamest evidence ever but somehow she knew Scott was right. Jackson and Danny never fought and things were never weird between them like they clearly were in the cafeteria.

"He could smell me on him?" Lydia couldn't blame the sceptical look Danny had.

"That's not important, did you or didn't you have sex with Jackson?" She really didn't want to talk about this. The mixed smells from the cafeteria were making her feel sick all over again and she just wanted to escape to the bathroom. Needed confirmation that Jackson had put the final nail in the coffin that was their relationship.

"I wasn't lying. I really don't know." She listened as Danny explained. "We went out Friday night and I took him to a gay bar. We got wasted and I don't mean bad hangover the next day wasted, but borderline alcohol poisoning wasted. In the morning we woke up in the same bed and he said we had sex. I don't remember it at all."

Lydia burst into a fit of laughter and she found she couldn't stop. It was too funny. She could hear Danny asking he is she was alright and some other stuff she couldn't make out. She leaned against the lockers for support and slid to the ground wiping her watery eyes as she made herself comfortable on the floor.

"What a pair we are." She looked up at Danny and couldn't blame him for looking confused. "Take a seat Danny." She said patting the floor next to her. Danny slid down beside her and they sat in silence for a time.

"Lydia are you alright?" Lydia looked out the corner of her eye and watched Danny. She couldn't stay mad at him, she thought it unlikely anyone could.

"Fine. Its just the two of us are quite the pair. The insecure girl pinning over the emotionally unavailable man who she pushed away by making out with the one person he might actually hate and the gay best friend whose been pinning after his straight friend for years and when you actually slept together you can't even remember it."

"I haven't been pinning over Jackson, he's not even…"

"You can throw that line out to Jackson and he's just insecure enough about his self worth to believe it but you can't fool me Danny." Lydia had known Danny had a thing for Jackson since before they started dating. If it wasn't for the fact that Jackson had been straight she never would've tried coming between them.

"Are you mad?" Danny asked as he rubbed his palms up and down this thighs nervously.

"Yeah. But not at you. Or Jackson. I'm mad at myself for kissing Scott. And maybe a little at Jackson's emotional insecurities and unavailability. And a lot at Jackson for his insensitive break-up. Though I can't say I was surprised by it. Someone hurts him and he lashes out. Breaks ties before the other has a chance to leave him first, I really should've saw it coming." She gave Danny a tight smile and allowed him to wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her into a hug. It felt nice and she realized she couldn't remember the last time Jackson had held her. And for the first time since the break-up she thought that maybe things had happened for the best. Eventually Jackson's inability to say I love you and emotional distancing would've worn her out and breaking ties now before things became any more serious would be for the best.

"That's our Jackson. Can't change him and beating him over the head with blunt objects is illegal." Lydia laughed into Danny's shoulder as he spoke. He was the one person who could understand the complications that come with being close to Jackson.

"So how did Jackson react when you two woke up? Bet he had a good freak out." There was a masochistic part of her that wanted to know. On one hand Jackson sleeping with someone else hurt but on the other finding out he hit the roof when he woke up with another man had potential to be hilarious.

"Actually no. He seemed surprisingly cool with it. I was the one who had the freak out." Danny sounded guilty at the admission.

Lydia didn't want to ask anymore questions because finding out she turned her boyfriend of two years gay would be devastating and she wasn't ready for that yet. Luckily her stomach flu started to flare and she could feel her breakfast on its way up.

"Hold that thought." She said through a muffled mouth. Her hand covering it as she climbed to her feet and dashed for the woman's restroom.

Lydia ran into the stall and barely had enough time to pull her hair back before vomiting the contents of her stomach into the toilet. She sat there kneeling afraid if she'd moved the nausea would return. She was so focused on puking that she startled when someone's hand grabbed her hair holding it back gently freeing her other arm.

"You feeling alright?"

She glanced to the side to find Danny and smiled a sad smile. This was something Jackson would never do for her, he would've waited outside until either she came out or just left when he got tired of waiting. She found herself wishing Danny were straight, he'd be the perfect boyfriend.

She wiped her mouth before she replied. "Yeah. Just had this stomach bug the last few days."

"Lydia. This bug ,what time of day does it effect you the most?"

Lydia thought about Danny's question for awhile before answering. "Mostly in the morning, but once I'm up and about it usually doesn't bother me any."

"I'm going to ask you something that you might think a little private and I understand if its none of my business, but when was the last time you had your period?" Danny looked more than a little uncomfortable as he asked and Lydia felt like it really was none of his business.

"Tell you what, I'll answer that when you tell me how often you think of Jackson when you masturbate." She felt guilty immediately after she said that and Danny wouldn't even look her in the eye anymore.

"Look Lydia I'm not trying to pry its just that in the hallway your face scrunched up every time someone exited the cafeteria. I don't think you have the flu, I think the smell was making you sick." Lydia had to hand it to Danny for not leaving after her alone comment and for picking up on those signs when no one else had.

Then she wondered what her sickness had to do with why Danny was asking about her period and it hit her. Smells making her sick. A sickness which normally only hits her in the daytime. She tried to think about when her last period had been and realized she was two weeks late. Two weeks late and morning sickness could only mean one thing and she found herself voicing her realization to Danny.

"Shit, I'm pregnant."