Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Twenty One

"So, no one's asked you yet?" Allison and Lydia demanded as we walked to our English class. I sighed, and was about to pull the door open, but Lydia slammed it shut.

"No way. We're getting you a date, and then we're going to go dress shopping!" She cheered. I rolled my eyes.

"I haven't told you this like a million times already I know, but I don't want to go. Scott can't go either, so I feel like it's unfair if I do," I murmured. I pulled the door open, and we walked into class. I looked over at Allison sheepishly. "Sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you guys?" I asked lightly. She shook her head. Lydia scoffed and sat in front of us. We listened to the teacher drone on, and I went back to doodling.

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"Okay, so maybe dress shopping first, date second?" Lydia said, as we walked into the Macy's. I helped Allison and Lydia pick out dresses.

"Or, maybe not. Look over there," Allison said. Our heads turned to see Stiles peaking around the women's lingerie. I looked over at the two girls, and they grinned.

"Remember, Y/n. No man is perfect. We have to train them. I think that he is very trainable," Lydia said politely. I rolled my eyes.

"I think you guys are out of your minds— oh my goodness, he sees us. Okay— and now he's coming over," I said, turning awkwardly. I felt a arm go around my shoulders.

"Hey guys, Y/n," he said, giving me a silly smile. I smile back at him, and look over at Lydia and Allison. Lydia dragged Stiles and I away from Allison who was picking out her own dress. I looked back for a moment, remembering my brother's warning to watch her today. Lydia began stacking dresses on Stiles' arms. I put my hand on his forearm.

"I'll be right back," I murmured in his ear. He protested but watched me walk back towards Allison. My breath hitched when I couldn't find her. I looked around, and caught her with a dress in her hands. I smiled and approached her, my breathing back to normal. "Hey! Did you find something?" I asked. She showed me the dress, when I felt a tight hand around my waist. I turn, surprised that Stiles was grabbing me that hard. I found that it wasn't Stiles. I looked at him with fear for a moment, before he smiled sweetly at me and Allison. Allison looked between us confused.

"That's not your color. Sorry if that was intrusive. But considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter," Peter said. Allison looked at us quizzically.

"Because I'm pale?" Allison asked defensively.

"Fair. I mean, you can't call skin like yours "pale." Not skin that perfect," he said. I grimaced at him. He picked a dress from the rack, and to be fair it was a pretty dress. "See? Much better," he finished, handing her the dress. Allison looked at me.

"Sorry, Allison. This is—"

"Her uncle. Uncle Peter," he said, reaching a hand out. I tried pulling him back, but I felt a painful pinch in my side as I felt his claws go slightly into my shirt. I winced, and she shook his hand. I smiled ruefully at her.

"My gay uncle. He's got quite the fashion sense," I said. She let out a relieved laugh, and we heard the PA system turn on.

"Attention shoppers. To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate 5768. Your car is being towed," a lady said. I looked over at Allison, and she looked back at me with wide eyes.

"Oh! That's my car!" She said, running out. Peter looked at me for a moment. I shook out of his grip.

"I have to say, at first I was almost certain he wasn't here. I never remember you," he said, putting a claw under my chin, forcing me to look at him.