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"We are matching!" Stiles gasp as I opened his car door. "I'm glad you're happy because you're about to not be." I smile. "What wh- hey hey hey." I pulled the front seat up and turned to reveal Scott in his jersey. "I need a ride." Scott stood there ashamed of breaking his silent treatment that he thinks he's giving to Stiles. "I'm not talking to him." Stiles shakes his head. "Good! You don't have to! Get in before he kills me!" I push Scott into the back. I sit in the seat and sigh at his jaw clenching, his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than normally. "We are going to be making two spots before Lyds house." I say as I unfold the paper I write my plans on. "I'm not an Uber." Stiles muttered, staring dead ahead. I lean over and grab his face and plant my red lipstick coated lips on his cheek. "I know but thank you for doing me this favor, I'm trying to get rid of my brother for the rest of the night." He softens and smiles as I sit back in my seat. "Gross." Scott gagged. "Ok to Allisons!" - As Scott basically runs out of the car to Allison's front door, Stiles finally turns to look at me. "I'm sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry." I repeat, I grab his hand into mine and squeeze it. "I forgave you when you kissed my cheek." He laughed. "Good, because I feel like you would absolutely love the reason for getting rid of Scott." "What's the reason?" The car stops at the red light so he turns to look at me again. "Melissa has the night shift." I put my elbow on the middle console and lay my head in the palm of my hand. "What does Melissa have to do with Scott being out of the house tonight- yeah okay I hear it." He nods. - Lydia screamed so loud when she saw me and Stiles that I think the entirety of Beacon Hills heard her. "You guys are cute little pirates, this is adorable." She squealed. "Yeah yeah- where's your alcohol?" I ask, but Lydia had other plans. She grabbed my arm and pulled me away, "Stiles- Stiles." I called out and he waves as Lydia takes me away. "So are you and Stiles like together?" She asks while playing with her hair. We stop at a table of drinks and she starts pouring vodka into a red plastic cup. "Um no but-" "Good!" She cuts me off and hands me the shot. "Because he's had a crush on me since the third grade and this morning I had an epiphany." "An epiphany?" I down the shot and clear my throat as the liquid burns my throat. "He's kind of the perfect guy for me. I'm going to ask him to Homecoming. Now that you know my boyfriend is dead." She pulls out lipgloss and re applies it. "You know what?" I place the cup back on the table and put my hands together. "Good luck with that." I fake smile and I turn around, nudging people out of the way. I pull out my phone and click to call Stiles but it goes straight to voicemail. "Fuck." I look around but everyone is so much taller than me and there were so many people, it smelled of sweat and alcohol it was becoming nauseating. I don't even like parties- I hate parties, I just wanted to be with Stiles. I tried to go toward the front or whatever the direction I was going in but I kept getting bumped around like a little pinball. A guy turned and started dancing in front of me to the blaring music. "Ew." I shake my head and push him away. I make it into a pocket of house that was free of people and see the stairs that lead to a people-less floor. I breathe in and push myself back into the crowd of people, quickly making it to the stairs, I walk up and look down at the people trying to see if Stiles was anywhere. I look down at my phone again and try to call him another time but it does the same as before. I lean against the railing and look at Lydia's family photos hanging on the wall. I decide to go up and be nosy. I mean what else is there to do? I don't really drink and from the looks of it this is not a weed smoking party. I'd have way more fun if it was instead of wandering around like a mindless idiot looking for a boy. I open the first door I see and it's a bathroom, it was huge for one that wasn't connected to the master. "Woah." I nod at the sink that caught water in a bowl. Bowl sinks are probably my favorite type of sink, they're so cool. I close the door and walk over to the next one, I can see the light on and stop, my hand in the door knob. I look around and still no one was up here and I didn't quite hear anything so I open the door and god how much I wish I didn't. "CLOSE THE DOOR!" I hear and I stand still at the doorway. I notice Lydia very much on top of Stiles and he doesn't even look at the door, his eyes were glued on her and his voice- was definitely telling me to close the goddamn door. "Ok cool." The second I spoke his gaze snapped over to me. "Shit no- listen." He pushed her off of him and she scoffed. I just close the door, and sped walked downstairs. I'm an avoider I'm not confronter, I'm definitely going to cry about this not now but maybe in like a week when it hits me. It's not like we were anything but it was nice with him. I heard footsteps behind me and usually I love when this idiot follows me but right now I just don't want to look at him. At the bottom of the steps I turn around and stop him. "She's literally the girl of your dreams do not let me stop you, go back up there." I push him. "No- it's not like that it just happened." He fumbles over his words. "Just go- go to her." My voice cracked and I hated it, I wanted to act like I didn't care like I wasn't being strangled by the neck, pushing a big weight down every time I took a breath. I don't know what I expected, maybe something that made me feel like he cared about me more than the girl he's crushed on for his whole life? It went silent in my head when I saw him turn around and go back up there. Not a second was wasted thinking about anything else. Whenever he was out of view I faced away from the staircase and rubbed the moisture from under my eye, I wasn't crying- I can't be crying that's pathetic of me. Going home after an hour lost in this hell hole just sounds like the best plan I've had today. So I make it to the front door that was constantly opening and closing, and I decide to walk not to Scott's but to Jason's. It was only a thirty minute walk and yeah it's like 10 at night but what could happen? Yeah I hate parties.
