Off Limits

Chapter 10 - A Little Party Always Hurt Somebody

Stiles jumped agilely out of bed, messily dropping his pyjama bottoms and shaking on a pair of jeans, making sure to stay quiet as he raced out the room and downstairs. He quickly shrugged on a hoodie as he hopped around to put his shoes on. He closed the door almost silently as he raced to his jeep, shuffling into the front seat as he sent a text to Lydia.

Stiles: Send me your address.

He dropped his phone into the passenger seat as he switched on the engine, running his hands messily through his hair in worry as he drove out of the driveway. He glanced at his phone anxiously as it moved around on the seat, he tapped the steering wheel in frustration as awaited a response.

*ping*

His phone lit up vibrantly in the dark and he reached for it quickly, not taking his eyes off the road as he did so. He glanced speedily at her text with a sigh before he took the next left, the roads were still dark and empty as sped through, his anxiety through the roof. God he hoped she was okay...For Scott's benefit...of course. He would kill him if he found it he had let het go somewhere and something bad had happened to her. He pulled in roughly at a big house, empty bottles and rubbish littered the garden everywhere as teenagers lay around, some passed out, some just drinking and laughing as they drank the night away. Coloured streamers and light were everywhere as they hung messily from the trees and loud bass music pumped from the house as the front door was left wide open. He hopped out quickly, grabbing his phone to let Lydia know he was here, before he decided to walk inside. He pushed past drunk and horny teenagers as he made his way through the house. The inside looking even worse than the outside as bits of leftover food and broken bottles littered the floor. He stepped through cautiously as people bumped into him, not even caring whether he was there or not. He looked odd in the sea of people, as the party seemed to be having a 'lack of clothing' policy and he pulled his dark grey hoodie closer to his body.

Just as he reached the kitchen, a tall attractive blonde girl approached him as she stepped in front of his line of vision, she wore a crop top that was low cut and a tight black leather skirt as she smirked at him playfully. "Hello." She spoke flirtily as she stepped even closer to him. He could smell the alcohol on her breath as it mixed with her overpowering perfume. Stiles met her gaze, her eyes raked over his body quickly, they were overlined with black eyeliner that appeared slightly smudged as they contrasted greatly against her paper white skin. Her lips were cherry red and glossy and she bit them seductively at him as she placed her hands on her hips. Her blonde hair had been straightened to perfection as she occasionally flipped it out of her eyes. "...Hello?..." Stiles responded wearily as he looked away from her, determined still to find his little strawberry blonde. "Well i haven't seen you here before, what do they call you?" She asked him with a devilish smile as she placed a manicured hand on his chest, using her finger to trail around his upper body. "Erm.." Stiles watched her carefully, her touch foreign and strange as he felt confused on what she was doing. "...I'm S-Stiles..." he said slowly and timidly as he tried to avoid her piercing gaze and she raised an eyebrow at him in amusement. "Well...Stiles you are absolutely gorgeous, i could just eat you." She said in a sultry voice as she winked at him making him catch his breath. He let out a an awkward chuckle as he struggled to understand why this girl was so obviously flirting with him. "I'm Erica by the way, but you probably already know that." She carried on as she lifted her hand to his cheek, moving his face so he was forced to face her and meet her gaze. He smiled at her lightly, a small blush creeping on his cheeks as for the first time ever, he actually seemed stuck on what to say. He honestly had no idea who she was.

"Hmm you're a quiet one aren't you? That's okay i like it better that way, when there's less talking and more action..." She said sexily as she stepped even closer to him. He let out another forced awkward laugh as he glanced around her, quickly spotting a flash of strawberry blonde hair in the crowd further away before people got in the way again. Oh thank god, she was there! Stiles hastily stepped past Erica just as she leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. "Sorry gotta go! I'm here with somebody!" he chirped back faux apologetically over his shoulder as he left a very pissed off Erica in the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest in annoyance. He speedily rushed in the direction he saw Lydia, which led him outside to the back garden. In the back, there was a pool full of drunk students and abandoned red solo cups lay floating around as people splashed around and made out. He scanned the area hastily before spotting Lydia sat alone on a sun lounger in the corner, her hair messy and her expression sad as she stared at her phone. He strode over to her quickly calling out her name as loud as he could over the noisy speakers.