Strange ▶ Stiles Stilinski [1]

A Little Tipsy

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As I walked into the house of Lydia, I immediately walked towards the refreshments and added a bottle of vodka. 

I smirked to myself and grabbed a cup walking away spotting Allison and Scott dancing along with Stiles eyeing Scott warily.

I walked up to Stiles, "What's up with Scott?"

Stiles turned to me as fast as The Flash, "What do you mean? Did he do something?"

I rose my eyebrows and chucked, "No, I mean you're looking at him as if he could murder Allison in a second. What's up with you two? Oh my god, you aren't gay aren't you? Not that I have a problem with gay people or anything. I love them! I mean not that I'm lesbian or anything but I totally support LBGT community. God, I'm rambling, I should go." I quickly stated and stumbled outside, accidentally bumping into Scott and Allison. I mutter a sorry and sit outside on the step's of Lydia's house.

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An hour or so passed and I was totally hammered sitting on Lydia's steps drinking my spiked punch.

"Mia?" I heard another voice ask. 

I turned my head rolling my eyes. "Yes?" I smiled innocently. 

"I was just seeing why you are sitting on these steps instead of enjoying the party?" He chuckled.

 "Okay so, I maaaay have spiked the punch and I'd rather get drunk out here instead of publicly embarrassing myself without remembering." I snorted before putting the brim of the cup on my lips, letting me taste the alcohol. 

"Sounds like you're already drunk." Stiles smiled before taking the cup from my hands. 

"You know I want that." I pouted trying to stand up but miserably failing as I fell on my butt. 

"Yeah, you're definitely drunk." Stiles placed down the cup and helped me up. "Do you think you can walk?" I nodded as he released me as I was a little tipsy. "Lets get you back inside, okay?" 

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When we got inside I felt Stiles stop causing me to look up to see Stiles' friend Scott squeezing his eyes shut try to make his way through the crowd. "Yo, Scott, you good?" Stiles put a hand on Scott's shoulder. Scott ignored him and eventually made his way out the door. "What's up with him?" I turned towards Stiles with his face was full of worry. You could just tell how worried Stiles was for him. 

"I-I gotta go." Stiles ran off towards the direction Scott went off to. I jogged towards that way as best as I could and as I made my way down the steep steps to see Allison just standing there confused. I was going to ask her what was going on but before I could say anything, a guy with dark clothes with a creepy but yet attractive face came up. "Allison, Mia." He stood there with his hands in his pockets. Allison turned around to face him while I stood there a little tipsy you could say. 

"I'm a friend of Scott's." He slowly nodded. Okay please get to the point here. He walked up a little closer to us which caused Allison to grab my wrist and step back a little bit. "My name's Derek."

"Okay Derek, if you excuse us.. we uh.. have to go.." Allison still had her hand on my wrist, Allison tried to move and leave but he stepped in our way. "Your ride ditch you guys?" He asked with literally no expression on his face. "Were riding with our friend Lydia." Allison tried once again walking away but it didn't work. "The red head?" 

"Strawberry blonde," I corrected him giggling as he nodded, "She's too busy doing icky stuff with Jackson." I giggled again. 

"We can walk then." Allison shrugged. Allison shook her head. "Chill, Allison, it's not like he's gonna murder us. He knows Scott so I trust him." I smiled too cheerfully them I ever would. Allison just sighed in response

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He dropped off Allison and we were on my way to my house and let's just say I was still scared on what he might try to pull since I'm by myself now. A few moments later he pull up at the corner of my house. I was getting ready to open the door till I felt his hand grab my wrist causing me to look back to him. "Will you tell Scott and Stiles that I gave you the ride?" He stared at me with smile. "Um, yeah, sure.." I felt his hand release my wrist. 

"Have a nice night." He yelled out the window as he drove off. I walked up to my house and got my house key out of my bag and tried to turned the key but my door wouldn't budge. I turned it again and the key was stuck in the position. I shook the door handle violently and turned the key again for it to swing open as I slammed the door shut.

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Little short chapter, but it was totally worth it, right?

edited april 6, 2017