Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Thirty Six

"I feel like I haven't seen Heather in a million years," I said, as we all walked towards her house. Stiles nodded in agreement and looked over at Scott.

"What?" He asked, looking at Scott's face.

"What do you mean, "What?"" Scott asked defensively. I elbowed him lightly.

"You've got your resting bitch face on buddy," I offer. He sends me a glare, and I shrug. Stiles narrowed his eyebrows at Scott.

"Yea— you're giving the distinct impression that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party!" Stiles exclaimed.

"It's not that... It just seems weird, going to a different high school's party," Scott muttered. I chuckled.

"What? Would you— God, one drink, alright? You'll be fine! I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So, tonight, no Allison, no—," Stiles began but I gave him a pointed look. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Well— you're getting introduced— you're meeting—"

"I get it, Stiles," Scott said, rolling his eyes.

"That's right! Onward and upward!" Stiles said, pulling us closer to the house.

"Alright, let's do this," Scott breathed. I patted his back.

"Maybe you'll find the lady of your dreams," I said playfully. Scott rolled his eyes. We approached the door and opened it. We stepped in, and I felt the anxiety roll in my stomach. As much as I loved hanging out with Stiles, I did not love parties. A familiar girl approached us, and smiled pleasantly.

"Stiles! Y/n, hi!" She said cheerfully. I elbowed Scott, and he gave a small wave.

"Hey! There's the birthday gir-," Stiles was about to go in for a hug when Heather wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. My breath caught in my throat, and Scott looked at me worriedly. Stiles pulled away quickly, stepping back and sneaking an arm around my waist. My body was rigid with confusion and the all too familiar feeling of wanting to slap a bitch. Stiles shook me out of my thoughts by pulling me directly into him, my leg stood in the instep of his own, and I looked back at Heather, my cheeks turning red. "Actually, Heather— Y/n and I have been dating for several months," Stiles said defensively. Heather's eyes widened and she put her hands up.

"Oopsie! I just assumed that you would never make a move on her!" She said, giving me a wink. I gave her a tight smile.

"He didn't," I sung with fake pleasantness in my voice. Stiles looked down at me for a moment, before giving Heather an awkward smile.

"Oh-Kay, I'm gonna go get us some drinks," Scott said. Heather shook her head out of her thoughts.

"Of course! I'll go get a bottle of wine," she said, scurrying off downstairs. Scott went towards the crowd of people who had obviously been listening to our little spat. I didn't meet Stiles' eyes as I looked around.

"Y/n... Y/n," Stiles murmured in my ear. I looked up at him, and he smiled lightly. He pulled my chin up to meet his own and kissed me for a long moment. He pulled away after a couple minutes, and gave me a wink. "I'm yours," he said quietly. After a couple of minutes, Scott didn't return and neither did Heather. I sighed, pulling away from Stiles' grasp.

"I'm going to— I'll go check on Heather," I said gently. My hand slid out of Stiles' and I went down the stairs to the basement.

"Heather? Heather?" I called, looking through the many racks of wine. I was surprised at the collection, as it had grown since the last time we were together. Which was for a play date, like a million years ago. I was wondering why we got the invite for her 17th birthday party, but after she saw Stiles— and that happened— I knew why. "Hey— I'm sorry about earlier," I called again, hoping to coax her out of a hiding spot. If it were me, I would've been terribly embarrassed. I looked around, walking slowly down each aisle.