"she's the kinda girl that eats your heart out..."
In which Lydia Martin's best friend and personal lapdog becomes a maneater.
TEEN WOLF x JENNIFER'S BODY
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR JENNIFER'S BODY. THIS IS SIMPLY A MAS...
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"Stiles!"
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All over Beacon Hills, kids were getting ready for the formal, blissfully ignorant of the fact there was a demon among them. They should be worried, screaming for mercy and locking themselves in their homes. Whilst everyone was anxious about how they looked, some poor guy was unknowingly on his way to being eaten alive.
Lydia was going to the formal alone. No one was going to hold her arm or dance with her. She had a mission to fulfil. Natalie Martin was strangely more excited than she was. As Lydia put on her dress, Natalie did her hair. She wore a hairband over a half-updo that was particularly poofy. Her mother covered the black bags under her eyes with concealer, the ones formed from many sleepless nights. She looked perfect for a night of fun and romance, yet Lydia was secretly ready for a fight.
"You look beautiful, sweetie," Natalie said as she raised a camera towards her. She pressed a button, activating the flash and taking a photo of a nervous Lydia. "I wonder how Stiles will react when he sees you. Is he coming to pick you up?"
"No, we're meeting each other at the formal." She lied. It seemed to appease her mother's concerns as she happily adjusted Lydia's hair. She hoped that he had listened to her and heeded her warning. He was going to be a target if he went.
Nevertheless, someone at this dance was going to be demon food unless Lydia could stop it. It was time to dance with the Devil.
Meanwhile, Stiles was checking himself out in the mirror, only in his underpants. Despite what Lydia told him, he was still going to go. She needed support, and he was going to give it to her whether she liked it or not.
Abruptly, there was a knock at his door. "In my underpants!" In a panic, he grabbed his dressing gown and wrapped it over his body. His dad entered the room, despite his intentional warning. "Dad, get out!"
"Don't worry. I'll be out of your hair soon." He reached into the pocket of his uniform, retrieving a small spray can. "I just needed to give you this."
He presented him with some hot pink pepper spray. "Ladies' pepper spray? Are you serious?"
"Hey, don't complain. There's some sicko out there who likes boys." Noah handed it to him. "It's just to protect you."
His son huffed. "God, you sound like Lydia."
"Well, she's probably worried too. I am!" he argued.
"Dad, I can take care of myself. I've been building up these muscles." Stiles flexed in front of his father, showing off the "work" he had done."
Noah cracked a smile. "What muscles?"
Stiles lowered his arm in annoyance. "Well, strength doesn't have to be physical. It can be mental."
