𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇, stiles stilinski

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Music flooded Aurelia's ears as she walked towards the house party. Stiles and Scott walked on either side of her, no one else going because they had no interest in seeing the birthday girl — Heather — someone only Stiles, Scott, Lia and Isaac knew. Aurelia and Stiles were excited to say the least, as the last party they attended was used as a distraction for the hostess to resurrect Derek's uncle, the Alpha. Lydia explained how she wasn't in control of herself and Lia quickly forgave her, listening to her heartbeat for a trace of any lie. "What?" Stiles asked Scott who was looking sceptical about the party.

"What? What do you mean?"

Taking Lia's hand, he stopped so she would follow through. "That look you were giving." He explained. Scott turned around feigning innocence.

"I didn't give a look."

Lia chuckled, loud enough for them both to hear. "Oh, there was a distinct look, Scotty." Scott tilted his head in question, asking what look they were referring to. "The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party," Lia answered, feeling the ground pulsate beneath her matt black heels.

Shaking his head, he took off walking once again. "It's not that. It just seems weird going to a different high school's party."

Groaning, Stiles dropped his head back. "What? Would you— god, one drink, all right? You'll be fine." He spoke, trying his hardest to minimise his best friends discomfort. "We went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison, no problems. Tonight, you're moving on." Stiles ordered, it always seemed to be him helping his friend get over a girl — never the other way around. But maybe that was because Stiles got the girl.

"You're right."

"That's right I'm right." Lia let out a laugh at Stiles comment as they made their way up the drive. "Onward and upward."

"Let's do this." Lia nudged Scott's elbow, so he looked down to her, and gave him a cheerful smile. "You got this."

"That's what I'm talking about. Now, look at me." Both friends turned to look at Stiles. Making sure they looked okay, Stiles gave them a thumbs up.

"Okay. How's my breath smell?" Scott panicked, staring at his friends wide-eyed.

"I'm not smelling your breath."

"Do you have any gum?"

"No. No gum. You're fine."

Inside the building, the blonde birthday girl walked towards the front door holding a red solo cup. "It's my birthday." The girl, Heather, started. Danielle, who walked beside her nodded. "Tonight."

"Really, tonight?" Danielle gawked, checking over their shoulders for people eavesdropping. "For real?" When Heather nodded eagerly, Danielle cocked her head. "You know, your first time is usually sorta gross, and it kinda hurts." She warned.

"That's fine with me," Heather assured.

With raised eyebrows, she examined her friends face, wondering whether it was the alcohol talking. "No romance? No waiting to fall in love?"

"When I fall in love, I want to be good at it." At least she was honest?

"Lord. You at least got yourself a target of opportunity?" Danielle asked, trying her best to be a good friend.

Spotting her target across the room, her face lit up. "Stiles! Hi." She yelled, advancing over to him. Aurelia had heard the previous conversation as she walked in, but what she hadn't expected was for her target to be Stiles.