Not exactly planned

1. First Of All Malia Doesn't Have To Find Out

"So? Aren't you going to tell me how last night went?" Allison probes Lydia while standing at her locker. Lydia pretends to be confused, glancing over at Scott and Stiles on the opposite side of the hall. As if on instinct, her mind reminds her of how golden his eyes truly were up close, staring down at her with a loving expression.
"What are you talking about?" Lydia places a hand on the lockers above her head, eyeing some passing by freshman which causes Allison to roll her eyes.
"You went home with Stiles after the party. Are you trying to tell me you guys didn't do anything?" The brunette wriggles her brows with a chuckle.

Leave it to Jackson Whittemore to throw some kick ass party for the end of the school year. It was crowded, like any other one of his parties, with kegs everywhere and the loud music was surely pissing off the surrounding neighbors but, like always, Jack-ass didn't care. Scott had brought Kira, Isaac brought Allison (on a count of their redeveloping relationship) and Stiles brought Lydia. "We're just taking a break" Stiles would tell people when they asked about Malia. Everyone knew the truth though; Stiles had walked in on Theo banging Malia in the janitors closet at school one day. They broke up mutually the next day, Stiles saying how maybe he'd give her another chance.

A couple of beers into the party, Lydia was a little tipsy and decided to find Stiles and ask for a ride home. He was sitting all alone on the grand stairwell, staring down at his beer bottle as people pass by. She took a moment to study him, his saddened expression which should have been overwhelming joyful at the freedom of being single. But his features remained turned to the floor. One of his long, skinny fingers circled the rim of  his beverage before he brings it to his lips.

"Hey, Dork." Lydia walks over to him and he looks up, smiling a little while standing. "Wanna give me a ride?" He nods without hesitation, setting his bottle on the ground before brushing his clammy palms on the material of his jeans. Stiles would never admit it to himself, but the strawberry-blonde still made him nervous. As they walked out, he couldn't decide how to position his body next to hers, eventually putting a hand lightly on her waist. Lydia tensed a little at his touch until confirming that she enjoyed the feeling of him pulling her closer.

It doesn't take long to get to her house, seeing as she only lived a few blocks away from Jackson, and when they pulled up to the curb she cursed under her breath, noticing her mom wasn't home. "Do mind staying for a while? My mom's not home and, if I'm going to sound like a little girl, the dark scares me." She asks Stiles shyly but of course he agrees. Like the gentleman he always was, he opens the jeep door for Lydia and she thanks him before they both head inside. Lydia offers him a drink and he thinks for a moment before saying "why the hell not" and taking a beer from her hand.

A few more beers after that and it was fair to say they were slightly drunk.
"Theo's a dick." Lydia sighs, her head resting in Stiles lap as he sits on the couch. He nods in agreement, taking a long swig from his beer, Lydia staring particularly too long at his lips.
"Malia's a bitch. I'd never say it to her face, cause I like her, but she is a bitch." Stiles admits causing Lydia to sit up.
"If I'm being honest, she doesn't deserve you. Like, you're so sweet and funny but Malia? She's threatened to kill me several times." Lydia takes Stiles beer from his hand, taking a drink of it before giving it back. "You guys are broken up. You need to go out and have fun with other girls then come back and see if you still like her. Go experiment!" Lydia waves her hand as if he'd actually get up and go at her statement.

What happens instead, takes her by surprise. In a matter of seconds, Stiles manages to set his beer on the side table, pushing Lydia back onto the couch while attaching his lips to hers. She doesn't even argue. In fact, she loops her hands around the back of his neck to bring him closer.

"Let's just say I hit some high notes I didn't know existed. And I'm a banshee." Lydia smirks causing Allison mouth to fall open, a tiny shriek escaping her throat.

"Dude, I can't believe you lost your virginity. And to Lydia Martin of all people." Scott stands in awe as Stiles shoves things into his locker.
"It just kind of...happened. We were both kind of drunk though." Stiles speaks under his breath, glancing at the strawberry blonde across the way. He couldn't quite believe it himself.

Lydia rolls off of Stiles sweaty body, her body equally as damp with both of their breaths deep and slightly noisy.
"Holy shit." Stiles sighs, both of them looking up to the ceiling. The alcohol had worn off, or...well, it had been sweated off and neither of them could believe they had just had sex with a close friend.
"You were a virgin?" Lydia finally looks over to Stiles and he swallows harshly.
"That obvious?" He asks back and Lydia jolts forward with a gasp causing Stiles to sit up too.

"I just took your virginity?!" She exclaims and he chuckles. Like actually chuckles in the current situation. "Stiles! This isn't funny! Malia is going to kill me!"
"First of all, Malia doesn't have to find out. Second of all, we're broken up because she lost her virginity to a guy who was previously trying to kill us." Stiles ensures the strawberry blonde and she sighs, laying back down.

"But I always thought that you two.... I mean, what about what she told us about Eichen House? Or the scratches on your back at the pool in the summer?" Lydia continues. Stiles lays back on his side to face her, propping his head up on his hand.
"She's just really into our make out sessions." He laughs and Lydia rolls her eyes playfully. Their eyes never disconnected, a small tension suddenly growing to the point of bursting. In an instant, he was back on her and once again, she didn't object, humming onto his lips.

"Three times, Scott. I'm getting a boner just thinking about how many times I lost my virginity last night." Stiles grins to himself, fairly proud of his accomplishment and Scott crinkles his nose.
"Gross." The werewolf mutters and Stiles closes his locker as they set off down the hallway.

"Three times?" Allison exclaims as Lydia closes her locker with a shy nod, her cheeks easily turning a rosy shade.
"The couch, my bed and the wall in my shower..." Lydia trails off shyly and Allison covers her opened mouth with a hand, trying to wrap her brain around all of this information. Lydia could hardly believe it herself but she had to admit that for a virgin, Stiles wasn't even remotely close to being bad at sex. The girls walk into their first class, English, to find the rest of the pack like usual. Kira sat in the row to the right of Scott so they could easily talk and Isaac sat in front of Kira leaving an open desk for Allison in front of Scott which she gladly took. It was then Stiles in front of Isaac and Malia in front of Stiles. She had turned around to talk to him but the thin boy was absolutely refusing, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. Lydia sat in front of Allison causing both Stiles and Malia to look in her direction.

"Hi." Lydia smiles as she sits and they both smile back, Stiles eyes lingering a little longer on her before he turns back to Malia as she continues the conversation.
"Stiles please. I've called you literally a hundred times along with numerous texts and apology gifts left on you're doorsteps." She was really trying, her face nothing but sympathetic.
"It was a mistake. An honest mistake and I wouldn't blame you if you said right now that you went off and...you know."

Lydia freezes as Malia ends her sentence, glancing at them from the corner of her eye. Stiles leans in towards Malia, lowering his voice.
"If you really wanna know, yeah I did 'mess around'. And I do miss you. I really do but I think we need a couple more days. Can you do that? Please? And if I still want to be with you, I'll be with you." Maybe Lydia was hoping to hear something a little different because maybe, she did in fact, have some feelings for her friend in a more than friendly way.
Malia smiles with a nod, turning back around in her seat.

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Authors note:
Hi there! Hope you enjoyed this first chapter😋 I've been excited to write this one fore a while just because I feel like Stiles would make the most adorable father and Lydia's pregnant but they aren't together and...you get it.

If you came from my two previous books, welcome back! Good to see you, thanks for staying!

If you've randomly stumbled across this fanfic, nice to meet you! My names Chloe (I feel like a flight attendant) and I really just want to write and interact with people so if you like to comment you came to the right place cause I love reading comments😁

Please enjoy!!!!
-Chloe