The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

Party? Part II

DEDICATED TO: violethuntress.
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Dance, dance, we're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you love to lead
This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me
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At eight o'clock, Allison stepped into her shoes and as ready to go. She had only woken up fifteen minutes earlier to straighten her hair, put on a dress - skin-tight and blue that didn't make it down her thighs. The silver heels she was wearing only made her legs look better.

When she stepped outside, she found Stiles's jeep waiting on her, and when she hopped into the backseat, Lydia greeted her. Up front were Scott and Stiles, who said hello and continued mumbling along to the music coming out of the stereo. She couldn't help but tap her foot to the song all the way there.

Pulling up to Jackson's house, it was like the last party they had been to. From the outside, it was totally innocent. But, they knew, inside it was the total opposite.

Scott and Stiles hopped out first, and Stiles held open the door for the girls. He looked like Lydia's night in shining armor in a white t-shirt tucked into his skinny jeans. She was his princess, in a flapper-girl style dress.

Next came Allison, and Scott turned his head away the moment he saw her. He was determined not to think about her, not that night. Meanwhile, all Allison could think about was how he must've actually tried to put together the outfit he was wearing. Lydia whispered that he looked like Danny Zuko from Grease, and she snorted.

Once inside, the girls headed off to find Jackson and thank him for having them, but, since they hated the guy, Scott and Stiles hung back by the doorway to take in the scene around them. Presently, there was a game of pool, a bunch of dancing teens, and another group sprawled out on the couch. Coming from the kitchen, they could hear laughter, and assumed that there was a separate bunch of people hanging out in there.

Trying to break the silence between them, Scott turned from watching the girls walk away, and grimaced at his friend, "It's like she's trying to torture me in that dress."

"Too soon, man," he gave Scott a pat on the back.

"Sorry, dude," Scott answered, and they headed off into the kitchen, laughing.
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As the night wore on, Scott was watching Allison from a bit of a distance. With the band, she was quirky and cool and collected, but here, she was loud and flirtatious and totally in the element. He never had thought about how she acted when she was with her popular friends, but now he was seeing it with his own eyes. She was flamboyant, not the edgy, quiet girl he had fallen in love with. Still beautiful and with a sort of grace to her, but Lydia and Jackson brought out another side of her. She was wild. Scott and Stiles had forgotten how the three of them had been the Three Amigos since she had moved to Beacon Hills. Or, maybe, they just blocked it out because they didn't want it to be true. The girls saw the best in people.

At the same time, Stiles was getting fed up with seeing Lydia laughing and joking with her ex-boyfriend and even referencing memories they had made together. It made him even more angry when the memories weren't necessarily PG. They were just telling an entranced group of underclassmen about the time that a cop told them to get lost when they were getting it on in an iHop parking lot when he had had enough. Lydia was right, she and Jackson were Beacon Hills legends. They were royalty, and he was just her pet. He figured he must be some sort of experiment, just so Lydia could try out dating a musician. Maybe she was an experiment for him, too.