Speak Now ~ Teen Wolf

5: Jackson's Ego Goes for a Swim

Oh shit.

Those were the first two words that shot through Stacy's mind when she woke up the following morning.

Why?

Well, she was cuddled up very intimately with her supposed "best friend."

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the dark red fabric of Stiles's sweatshirt shielding her view. She then came to her senses, realizing that she was curled up into his chest, the boy's arms wrapped around her as he slept dead to the world.

Well, this is just awkward.

Well, no Stacy, how is it awkward if you guys only see each other as friends?

Because she doesn't see him as just a friend.

The truth was, Stacy Ledger had a fat crush on Stiles Stilinski since third grade. But growing up in the shadow of Lydia Martin, Stacy knew deep down that Stiles would never fall for her. So, she suppressed those feelings for years. She thought she was finally getting over Stiles this year until Scott turned into a werewolf. And now she felt different.

After all this supernatural stuff started, let's just say things were going downhill for Stacy.

So here she was, curled up next to her lifelong crush who was snoozing without any idea of the massive freakout that Stacy was having. The girl laid there, silently panicking too much to enjoy the fact that she was next to Stiles when the phone rang loudly.

Stiles startled awake and Stacy took the opportunity to break free from his arms and snatch her phone off the nightstand. "Sorry," she mumbled to a sleepy and disoriented Stiles before answering.

"Hey Scott."

"Hey Stace. Uh... are you and Stiles coming to pick me up yet?"

"For what?" Stacy asked, confused.

"Well, Stiles wanted us to go and watch Derek's arrest today."

"Oh, right!" Stacy practically shouted, jumping up. She wacked Stiles on the arm and pointed at the clock which read 10:15. The cops were probably already at the Hale house. "We'll be there in five!"

She hung up and threw open her closet to grab clothes.

"Stace, what's the matter?" Stiles asked sleepily.

"We're gonna miss the arrest, you dingo, we overslept," Stacy explained, throwing on clothes.

"Uh..." Stiles looked down, a red blush creeping over his face. Stacy was in such a hurry that all terms of modesty flew out the window as she pulled her night shirt over her head to dress in a t-shirt.

Her back was turned, so she didn't see Stiles's reaction, nor did she realize that her best friend was practically fainting over the fact that he saw her bra straps. And her back. And her skin.

He was overwhelmed, to say the least.

Stacy whirled around, oblivious. "Stiles! Did you hear anything I just said?"

"I... uh... sorry," he apologized, puffing his red cheeks, ignoring the warning bells in his head that his best friend was drop dead gorgeous.

"I said that we need to pick up Scott. The whole reason why he called us was because he thought we were going to watch Derek get arrested and he figured that we were already on our way."

"Oh! Yeah, I heard all that," Stiles lied.

"Then why are you just sitting there?" Stacy rolled her eyes, rushing out the door. "We gotta go!"