Strawberry Blonde

Wicked Games (Part 2)

Note from the author:
Hey guys so just a quick note before you read this chapter. Usually I would leave these till the end but this is too important to postpone saying. Obviously this is a work of fiction! If a friend becomes a victim of date rape drugs, please do not assume they will sleep it off! Seek medical attention immediately if you're ever faced with this situation! Thanks and stay safe everyone
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The walls turned purple, then green, then red as Stiles swayed to the music. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He wouldn't have to choose anymore, Veronica was out of the picture. Lydia... she was slowly starting to come into view. He'd dreamt of being with her since they were kids. It wasn't a sure fire thing, but it was more of a possibility than it ever had been.

He smiled and shook away his thoughts. This wasn't the time for overthinking, this was the time to play the game. As he danced with the girl in front of him, he turned to try and find Lydia but she was nowhere to be found.

His look of amusement slowly dropped as he blinked and mumbled a soft "Lydia?..." Under his breath before clearing his throat and excusing himself from the girl, walking into the crowd of people. The weight previously lifted off of his shoulders was shoved back on.

'As if this couldn't get any worse... As if our situation already hasn't been bad enough' Stiles thought, his eyes darting from place to place, trying to search for the girls strawberry blonde hair.

Had Veronica done something? A final act of retaliation against the girl she truly hated?

He paced back and forth for a bit, frantically trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't find her. She obviously wouldn't just run off, especially in a game. She loves to win, she'd never run.

'She'd want to give me looks, she wouldn't run away without saying something or offering yet another challenge.' He thought, biting his lip hard.

Stiles ran around, asking around for Lydia. Of course they all knew her. Even though she hadn't been attending many party's recently- she was still by far the most popular girl in school.

He pushed through the groups of staggering people, walking through a narrow hallway to a staircase leading to the upstairs. Finally as he approached a girl with dark hair, he got an answer.

"Yeah... I saw her up here a while ago... Someone was carrying her though... And now that I think About it, she was kinda out of it. I just figured it was a normal Lydia Martin hookup or something..." Stiles quickly pushed by her, ignoring the after comment. Veronica had really convinced everyone that Lydia was the class whore.

He shoved through groups of people until he was in a hallway with doors lining it on both sides. He started opening doors one by one, asking for Lydia. Scared, and also scarred from what he had seen in the last minute, he opened up the last door.

Inside, he finally recognized the redhead he was searching for, an unfamiliar man lurking over her.

The next minute was a blur. The situation ended with Stiles carrying Lydia wedding style out of the room, but the fate of the man that had hurt Lydia was unknown to Stiles. He figured it probably wasn't good since he couldn't remember what he had done to him.

Stiles carried her out of the room and down the hall. She was out of it yet still semi- conscious. She was also completely limp in his arms and basically a corpse. The only reason he knew she was alive was because he could feel her breathing, extremely soft against him, and felt her slightly shaking. If it weren't for that, she could basically be pronounced dead.