The Hit | STILES |

The Meet Up

I stood in front of the mirror gazing at my reflection. There was a slight rapping at my window. I furrowed my brows before turning around to see Stiles sitting on the railing of the balcony casually.

He was gorgeous under the pale moonlight. His ebony black suit fit him perfectly. The silk red dress shirt underneath shimmered from the light of the moon. He turned his head towards me and smiled a lopsided grin. "Well, doesn't my lady look lovely, tonight?" He said. "What's the occasion? Movie premiere? Oscars? Red Carpet?" He questioned.

"MET Gala." I answered. "The what now?" He asked with mocking confused look. "You heard me, mister. Now get your ass over here and kiss me, dork." I voiced. He rolled his eyes with a chuckle before waltzing into my bedroom and throwing his arms around my waist.

He planted his lips against mine. "How will you attend the gala without me as your date?" He whispered against me. "Easy...it's a masquerade. They'll never know." I answered with a smirk holding a mask.

"Ooh. So we're playing A Cinderella Story, eh? I call dibs on being Hillary Duff." He stated. "Good. I'll take Chad Michael Murray any day of the week. After you, of course." I sounded with a playful smile.

"Uh-huh. That definitely sounded convincing. Chad has nothing on Ryan Reynolds and Chris Hemsworth." Stiles pointed out with smirk before kissing me once more.

"Alright, let's not get too carried away, I just did my makeup, Casanova." I voiced. "Okay, okay. I'll stop. In a minute." He said before kissing me again.

"STILES!" I exclaimed in a ring of laughter. "What? What's wrong? I can't hear you over the sound of me kissing you." He said as I continued to laugh.

Then I heard footsteps. "Summer? Are you ready? The gala is starting soon." My father sounded from beyond the door. My eyes went wide.

"Out the window." I said. "What?" Stiles asked. "Our. The window. Now! My dad is coming! Move!" I told him. Stiles scrambled out the window hurriedly tripping on a scarlet red stiletto before climbing out the window. I watched him drop to the ground before the bedroom door swung open.

"Summer! Did you hear me?" My father sounded. "Yes! I heard you! God! Don't you knock?! Get out! I could've been naked for fuck sake!" I exclaimed. "I—hey! Language, missy!" He retorted I shoved him out the bedroom. "Fuck you!" I spat slamming the door in his face and locking it. I ran to the window and looked outside to see Stiles was gone.

I let out a sigh. "Your dad's an asshole." A voice announced. I lifted my head up to see Stiles standing in the tree across from the window. "What the hell are you doing?!" I whispered. "I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to my best girl." He said with a heart-fluttering smile.

He traversed the long sturdy tree branch before leaning towards me and placing his lips to my own. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you, too." I answered. "See you soon." He said before jumping off the tree and running away to a pitch black Aston Martin parked on the side of the street. He got in and drove away.

He's making it really hard to try and kill him. How can I kill the love of my life? Who said I had to? Oh, wait...my secret royal mafia family that ordered me to or else they would do it themselves. Right. I forgot.