Stydia One Shots

The Game

Lydia Martin, the queen of Kappa Phi Delta, sophomore in college. She's the type of person you love, or hate the fact that you love her. Lydia's smart, and make sure everyone knows it.

Stiles Stillinski, the president of Phi Mu Tai, also a sophomore in college. Everyone loves him, sweet when he needs to be, snarky and an ass hole when he doesn't. Stiles is smart, but not everyone knows it.

And here the two are, sitting on the steps of the Kappa Phi Delta house, thinking they were polar opposites, but in reality, exactly the same.

"So Stillinski, I heard one of your dogs hurt one of my girls' hearts."

"Oh the college drama, all the same. What was it this time?"

"Cheating, actually. Might want to get your slobs you call a fraternity under control. Lily walked in on Zach banging someone from Willow Creek. I mean, there house isn't even greek! It's a disgrace."

This kinda hit Stiles hard, even though he didn't act like it, he cared about the boys in Phi Mu Tai. He didn't want them going around and having sex with whoever they please, breaking girls hearts. Especially one of Lydia Martin's girls' hearts. She was a hardcore feminist, even had rants and protests in the college quad. If someone cheated on one of the Kappa Phi Delta girls, she would most certainly exact her revenge.

"oh." was all stiles could croak out.

"Yep." Lydia said with a very strong hint a sarcasm. More like a bucket than a hint. "Think I'll have to do something about that, Stiles. She cried all yesterday, even picking a picking a pair of shoes from my walk in closet wouldn't help." Stiles could hear the sarcasm once again.

"How about we play a game," Lydia turned towards him, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

Oh god, this will not end well. She always beats me at beer pong. Stiles thought.

"And what game would that be?" Stiles questioned.

"The first one of us to admit they love them to the other loses. Just a little form of payback to Zach." Lydia's smirk only grew, and her eyes danced with mischievousness.

"Oh, god. This will not end well."

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The music was pounding, and there were black lights and glow paint everywhere. The bass was so loud it would make anyone's head hurt. Any sober  person, but that was a rare sight at a frat party. Lydia was dancing without a care in the world on top of a table, red solo cup filled with some thing blue and fizzy-Lydia was far to drunk to remember- and body splattered with glow paint. The only clothes she had left was a black leather skirt and white lacy bra, fitting all the curves, stiles noticed.

Stiles seemed like the only one sober. He had to be to make sure everyone had a ride home with at least someone, and no one ended up in a garbage bin in an alley somewhere around campus.

As for the game, Stiles felt him self falling minute by minute for Lydia. But he would never admit that, his pride for Phi Mu Tai was too big for that. Over the week up until the party, Stiles payed more attention to Lydia more than ever. He noticed the little things, like how despite her snarky attitude, she was a very protective and kind person. She handled all of the sorority girls, made sure all of them were happy and safe. He admired that side of her.

But oh, seeing her up on that table, the lighting hitting every inch of her just right, it took every part of him not to jump up there too and kiss her hard on the lips. But, instead, he just stood at the back with a bottle of beer, lightly tapping his foot and nodding his head to the music. He had never been one for parties, despite his presidential title.