Strawberry Blonde

Veronica

Veronica Marques. That was the name of the current most popular girl in the school. While Lydia had held that position for a long time, the world of the supernatural pulled her away from a lot of menial high school things, and bumped her down the social ladder.

Veronica was the typical popular girl, she was beautiful, she only dated lacrosse players, was never seen without her hair extensions, and always threw the biggest parties the school had to offer. No one missed a Veronica party and while Stiles wasn't a party person, even he didn't dare to miss this party, or he knew his time finishing off senior year would be miserable.

He wandered the crowd, in search of someone familiar. Scott said he would come with Kira but who knows if that actually happened, and Malia probably didn't even know about it, so that left Lydia. He hadn't seen Lydia since the day that Scott caught them accidentally cuddling on his bed. They spoke to Deaton and came out with absolutely no answers to their questions. Stiles had never seen Lydia more discouraged than she was that day.

In the midst of his thoughts, Stiles accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh- I'm so sorry," he said before realizing who he had bumped into. "Oh my god, Veronica I-" she quickly swung her head around before seeing Stiles and stopping. Veronica looked confused for a moment before she started laughing and shook her head "you don't have to apologize." She said. Stiles nodded with wide eyes, trying to stutter some other kind of apology out but failing miserably.

She looked at him curiously. "It's fine I swear... but what's your name? I don't remember seeing you around." She said.

"Oh, Stiles. Stiles Stilinski." He said, saying his name as fast as he could. She smiled slightly, leaning in towards him with her hands on his chest.

"Oh, right. Nice to meet you Stiles. I'm Veronica- I mean, you probably know that. Not that You should know that but-" Veronica nervously shook her head and sighed, scratching the back of her neck.

"Sorry. I normally don't get all worked up." She said, laughing softly. Stiles shook his head, shocked that the interaction was even taking place.

"No- I totally get it. I get worked up a lot to be honest." He said, a soft smile on his face.

They walked around for a while, talking about a variety of things. Stiles was utterly shocked, he knew he must have misjudged her just because she was popular. She actually was a sweet girl, and he would definitely be lying if he said he wasn't in to her.

"Well Stiles... it's been really nice talking to you. I like you a lot." Veronica said, on hand placed delicately on her him, a smile plastered on her face.

Stiles nodded and smiled. "Wow uh... I really like you too." He said, shocked that a girl was actually acting this way towards him. She shifted slightly, pursing her lips.

"I uh... definitely want to see you again... wanna meet me on the second floor in 10? I have to do a few things and then I can meet you there." She said. He widened his eyes, quickly stuttering out noises and hoping they would form words. Veronica backed up, laughing.

"I'll take that as a yes... see you then." She said before winking and walking away. Stiles stood there, utterly confused. Did that actually just happen?!?! He thought to himself, astounded at what had just happened.

She wanted to hook up with him???? It was something he couldn't comprehend. Did he want to hook up with her? She was popular and super out of his league but... he couldn't really be that shallow, could he?

Stiles thought for a moment about his options. He could just pretend he never spoke to her... or he could go upstairs and see where the night leads him. After all... she did sound nice when she spoke to him, and even though people had other opinions of her, when did Stiles ever trust other people's opinions? Those same judgmental people were the ones who laughed at Lydia after she ran through a forest and was attacked...