Lydia and Stiles had been best friends since they were five, so they couldn't be right for each other, could they?
In which one eventful night leads them down different paths
[TEEN WOLF CROSSOVER]
[BASED ON LOVE, ROSIE]
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♡♡♡♡♡ DANCE INVITES ♡♡♡♡♡
STILES AND I sit in the sand, watching the group a few metres ahead of us who were all chatting and taking gulps from their cans of beer. The sun is beginning to go down and I can feel the cold breeze nipping at my face which makes me glad that I had chosen to wear a jumper* despite my hour of hell before when I was sure that beads of sweat the size of boulders had began trickling down my forehead.
"Look at Jackson right now. What a bimbo." Stiles rolls his eyes, looking to the boy who was presumably chatting up the girl beside him who was continuously giggling and unnecessarily placing her hands all over him.
"Seriously hot though. He invited me to the school dance." I smile at Stiles' reaction, hugging my knees to my chest, trying to hide my facial expression as I move closer to our makeshift fire.
"Uh, what did you say?" Stiles asks, a surprised expression on his face.
"No, obviously. I'm going with you." I furrow my brows at him. Why the hell would I go to the dance with Jackson Whittemore, what a prick.
I look over to the sun that was still peaking over the horizon slightly to see Malia on her way over to us. She stops in front of Stiles, giving him the perfect view up her skirt meaning I could also see she was wearing a thong, a pink one to be exact, believe it or not I had no intention of knowing this yet Malia seemed persistent to inform us.
"Hey, Stiles. I missed you in the library today." She bats her eyelashes flirtatiouslyand gives him a look that causes him to practically swoon and me to roll my eyes.
"Yeah, uh, I had nothing...uh, I mean, yeah. I was a bit...a bit busy." Stiles stutters, looking everywhere but in front of him where Malia's skirt seemed to be becoming shorter by the second and was flying around from the breeze.
"Don't be a stranger." She smirks, clearly enjoying the impact her actions had on him and began walking away
"Yeah, absolutely not." Stiles blurts out, still in his stunned state.
I look at him, shaking my head. He really couldn't have done any better than that? I swear, sometimes this boy is absolutely useless.
"Pathetic." I utter, rolling my eyes.
"She's mine for the taking." He says, a look of awe on his face. The poor boy thinks he has a chance.
"You're lucky she didn't trip over your tongue dragging halfway across the ground." I scoff, Stiles giving me a look of mock offence.
"Whoa, okay. Give me some tips then if you're so clever. How do I go about seducing a woman who's apparently out of my league." He smiles, raising his eyebrow.
He obviously didn't expect me to answer, well, get ready for some of my 'best advice'.
I smirk at him, his expression suddenly dropping. "Hm, well, you're at a disadvantage being a, you know-" I stop, lowering my voice. "Virgin."
Stiles lowers his head, groaning to himself as if telling me to shut up.
"No, no, no, all right? We can work with that," I continue, his head popping back up. "First you have to be cool. Ignore her. Act like you could take it or leave it."
"You see, that I've had practice at."
Liar.
"Uh, second. you have to make her feel like you've seen something in her no one else has. Like her soul." I tell him dramatically.
"While I'm still ignoring her?"
"Yes." I nod, making sure he was catching on.
"Okay and what about the sex?" He whispers as if he's in a room filled with nuns and priests causing me to scoff.
"This is about the sex!"
Stiles rolls his eyes at my comment, shaking his head. "God, you're so fucked up."
I laugh, leaning back in the sand. "You have no idea."
I look out at the sea in front of us, god, the beaches here were so boring. Cold, dirty, and don't forget that teens fucked in the tall weeds while toddlers were picking out their favourite shells and collecting them in their buckets. Can you imagine the conversations? 'Mummy, there's an animal in the bushes making weird noises!'. I can't wait to leave this place, Stiles and I can go to Boston University and rent out an apartment until we graduate and become famous. Seems unlikely, I know, I still have no idea what I want to be. My dream is to own a hotel someday but my mum's dismissed that idea enough to completely erase it from my possibilities. Stiles seems to have worked things out, he's thinking of applying to Harvard. I'm still trying to come up with the nicest way possible to tell him there's no matter how hard he tries or how much he wants it they won't pick him over some posh tosser who comes from a long line of legacies.
"She wants me to take her to the dance." Stiles announces making me come back to reality. Fuck, it was cold.
"What?" I widen my eyes, turning to him.
"She wa-"
"No, I know what you said," I cut him off. "But, really?"
"Is it really that hard to imagine?" He asks, followed by silence. Extremely awkward silence.
"Take her if it means that much to you." I say bluntly, looking at my feet. This may be the worst decision of my life.
"Come on, you'd have no one to go with." He smiles.
"I got asked by the fittest guy in our year, Stiles, I think I'm fine."I say, quickly dismissing his kindness.
"So, this is actually quite convenient for you?" Stiles asks, seeming almost mad.
"Yeah."
"All right, I'll go ask her then." He snaps, standing up from the sand and walking over to Malia and her group of friends.
God, I hate that girl. The way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way she can get any guy she wants, the way stiles falls right into her trap, the way he's fell head over heels in love with her when she doesn't give a shit about him.
Stiles deserves better, not someone who will just throw away his feelings and move onto the next guy while he follows her like a lost puppy.
