The Bad Boy Next Door (A Stydia Au)

Chapter Six

He was amazing. All eyes were on Stiles as his voice went over the crowd. He had us mesmerized and he knew it. He wore a smirk on his face as the meaningful lyrics left his mouth. He was a god up on the stage.

Their songs had a way of getting to you on a deeper level than just words and chords going in one ear and out the other, they touched your soul. The best part was, every band member was completely engrossed in the music.  Sweat covered each of their faces and I wanted nothing more than to watch them play.

Most of the time Stiles annoyed the hell out of me, but when he was on that stage I was one step closer to being a crazed fan girl. He was simply amazing and several times I had to stop myself from making a stupid facial expression.  It all ended way too soon sadly.

The band began making their way through the crowd and as Kira waited to speak to Scott, I decided to make a run for it. I quickly told Kira that I wasn't feeling so well, and that I was just going to go home. "Ughh! You're so lame, but fine," she pouted and lazily gestured towards my house. "I'll be over there in a few minutes." I gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before heading home, hoping no one would try to talk to me.

Just as I made it to the gate that conjoined our back yards, I heard a voice I had been wanting to avoid all night. "Martin? Is that you?" I could hear the smirk in Stiles' voice and stopped in my tracks. I slowly turned around to find him approaching me. The shit-eating-grin he wore while checking me out made me want to vomit, he was such a pig. "Well damn, Lydia, you clean up nicely," his eyes roamed over the hem of my skirt and I suddenly wished it was ten inches longer. I just rolled my eyes and began to open the gate. Suddenly he grabbed my forearm, "Oh come on, wait a minute, I just wanted to talk to you." He had this pitiful look in his eyes and I couldn't help but melt.

"What?" I said trying to stand my ground, and failing miserably might I add. He just looked so fucking hot tonight.

"Calm down, I just wanted to ask you what you thought about the band, so..." His eyes were full of genuine hope as he slowly walked closer to me. When his hand rested on my hip, I found myself it losing the ability to breathe.

"Um, I-I," looks like I lost the ability to speak too, great.

"Well?" And suddenly the shit-eating, douchebag smirk was back. That was enough for my bitch to kick back in.

"It was okay," I said pushing his hand away with disgust. "I mean, you guys have potential and all, but you need work. A lot." I lied. They were amazing, but I didn't want his ego to get any bigger than it already was. His brows furrowed and he scoffed. We both just stood there, staring at each other, a challenging smirk playing on my lips. Next thing I knew, Malia Tate was hanging onto Stiles.

"You guys were so great tonight! Not to mention how hot you looked up there," she stated while wrapping her arms around his neck. All I could do was look around awkwardly, until I caught Kira's eye and she began making her way over to me, concern in her eyes.

As Kira reached me, I grabbed her arm and drug her after me, all while Stiles' eyes bore into my back and Malia drooled over him.

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