Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Twenty Two

Pulling up to the school, Scott got out before we hit the parking lot. I saw Allison and Jackson parked already. Jackson had a bottle of what looked to be vodka in his hand. I nodded, impressed. I opened the door, and we walked over to them. Allison smiled warmly at me, but I could tell something was off. Jackson nodded at us begrudgingly. He offered Stiles the glass bottle, but he shook his head. Jackson looked over at me, and I plucked it from his hands, taking a long gulp before handing it back. Stiles looked over at me with wide eyes.

"There it is, Y/n. Let loose. Maybe we'll both forget this night ever happened," Jackson grumbled. I rolled my eyes, and scanned the crowd of people. I catch sight of Lydia and her date for the night. I wave them over. Jackson glowered at them. I looked around, seeing more and more people showing up. Anxiety ate at my stomach.

"Y/n, it's alright," Stiles' voice flashes me back to the present. He intertwines his fingers with mine, and I take a deep breath. I give Lydia a side hug, holding tight onto Stiles' hand.

"Jackson— you look handsome," Lydia said lightly. Jackson gave her a smug look.

"Obviously. It's Hugo Boss," he said, and he dragged Allison to the door. Lydia looked at him, letting out a huff.

"I don't care. I don't want compliments. I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark," Lydia snapped. I sigh, patting her back lightly. Her date looks at her seriously.

"Well, I think you look beautiful," he said. Lydia looked at him for a moment, and he walked her in the door. I look over at Stiles, taking another deep breath.

"Ready?" He asked quietly, something playful in his voice. I smile lightly, and he squeezes my hand, leading me in the door.

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Stiles and I shuffled around the crowd. I craned my neck, looking for anything suspicious. I looked at Stiles.

"Please, go find Lydia's date. Why is she sitting alone?" I cursed. I saw Allison also sitting alone. I approached her, and I looked back. I locked eyes with Scott on the bleachers. He nodded encouraging me to talk to Allison. His eyes flicked behind me, and his expression darkened a bit. I looked back to see Lydia and Stiles dancing with each other. Lydia was grinning, and Stiles was smiling lightly back, looking around. The hole that had already been very present the whole night became bigger, and I blinked back anxious tears before approaching Allison.

"Hey," I said, sitting next to her, handing her a drink. She looked over at me, and I smiled, clinking my glass with her own. "You look amazing. Like absolutely beautiful," I said. She smiled back at me.

"Not what I thought it was going to be, but at least we're here right?" She asked. I nodded, taking the flask I'd lifted off of Jackson and dumping some alcohol into my cup. Allison looked at me with wide eyes.

"Did you— did you take that from Jackson? Wait, where's Stiles?" Allison volleyed more questions my way. I threw back a couple drinks, and after several minutes, I smiled at her.

"Yes, and who kno-," I said, my words slurring together, I was interrupted by someone taking the flask out of my hand.

"Stiles is right here and is about to take you home if you don't stop drinking like my father," Stiles said, pulling me up by my good arm. Allison looked at us sheepishly, but we all stopped when we heard the Coach yelling and running through the crowd.

"McCall! I see you! Come here, buddy. Come here! Get outta my way! McCall!" He yelled. I saw Scott approached Danny, and the next thing you know, they're dancing. I pull away from Stiles, and walk closer to the two, Allison following.