Why Would You Ever Kiss Me?

Masterpiece Theater I

Stassis POV
I didn't believe it.
Once again, me safe assumptions, were wrong. I had a feeling Stiles was maybe a bit inexperienced, but I had no idea that he was a virgin and I took it that night.
Oh God.

I didn't see Stiles or Scott until lunch. I usually didn't stay for lunch since most days I could go home, or I would just go to the music room.
Despite stereotypes, music theater kids were the friendliest and most welcoming of the bunch.

I only was coming to lunch today because Stiles texted me earlier telling me to come.
I also wasn't too sure where the lunch room was.
"Hey." Isaac said coming from behind me.
"Oh, hey." I said walking besides him.
"You look lost." He joked laughing.
"Kind of am. Where the hell is the lunch room?!" I asked.
"Follow me." He said showing me the way.

I never really talked to Isaac outside of Derek related content. He seemed nice though, he was kind of quiet and shy but I had heard that his dad was abusive towards him, and since his dad died, he'd been on his own.
I also didn't believe him when he told me his reason for sitting next to me in Bio, he was a good student, I know he doesn't need my help. Maybe Derek asked him to keep an eye on me or something.

I walked into the lunchroom and it smelled weird. Tables lined the outside in rows with walkways on either side and down the middle. I scanned the room until I saw Stiles waving over at me.
Oh no.
He was sitting with Scott, Allison, Lydia, Jackson, Danny, and a few other people I honestly didn't know.
"Hey!" He said with food in his mouth. He put his backpack down off of a seat next to him and I sat down. "I saved you a seat." He said.
"Thanks." I replied smiling.

I felt so insanely awkward. Like I would rather roll naked on legos than be here. Everyone else was chatting and Lydia and Jackson were the main contributors of conversation and I was not willing to participate.
I had gotten better with my pettiness, but not today. I could put on a show normally but they didn't deserve it. I didn't trust them, and the fact that Stiles is willing to, fucks with me a bit. "So Stark.." Jackson said leaning back. "Change of heart for the plans Wednesday?" He asked smirking.
All eyes were on me and I didn't have an answer just yet.

In the midst of my interrogation, Isaac took a seat across from me placing his food tray in front of him, tuning in.
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" (what's wrong) Isaac asked in perfect French.
"Jackson étant un connard." (Jackson's being an asshole)
Isaac stifled a laugh.
"Hello?" Jackson said again waving his hand. I just shrugged my shoulders kind of happy that Isaac was fluent enough in French to communicate with me. It was like talking to my brothers.
I was always nice to be able to say things in front of other people leaving them clueless.

Scott gave Isaac another one of those looks and Stiles looked at him like a come on dude look.
"Where are you with going?" I whispered to Stiles. I still did feel a bit guilty for not asking him what he wanted to do. He already didn't play enough on the field, it would be unfair to take him away from an after event with everyone and make him feel less on the team than he already does.
"I mean, I think it could be fun and the diner has great food." He said nodding his head. "But I won't go if you don't."
Ugh. Now I feel really guilty.
"Yeah maybe it could be fun." I said coming around.

His face lit up and he smiled with his lips pressed together since he had food in his mouth.
"Really?" He muffled.
I nodded my head. I wanted to show him that I am willing to put up with Lydia, put up with Jackson and their dumb comments to do things he wants to do too. This was a partnership not a one way.
"The food better be chefs kiss." I said teasing him.
"I swear." He said crossing his heart.

I also thought about what Scott said. The fact that we had such a good time in New York, a trip to the diner wouldn't change that.
I will admit though, I am jealous of Lydia and scared of her tactics. She has known Stiles longer and I know a bit about the history of his crush on her. I'm worried that that never fully went away, but it's possible? I mean my feelings for Harry were nonexistent once Stiles was in my life. And even being in front of him and looking him in the eyes, they weren't brown.