SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

10||Empathy

Chapter 10

Being that I was going solo, I rode with Lydia and Stiles.  I sat in the back seat, giddy as ever to go to my first dance.  It was a bit chilly out, but I didn't mind.  I also didn't want to ruin my outfit with any type of covering so I went, bare legged and bare shouldered.  My hair had been done by Lydia in a delicate up-do, tendrils of my curly hair falling softly around my face.  I watched as Stiles parked and hopped out of the car, quickly walking around to Lydia's side and opening the door for her.  He seemed really happy and that made me happy as well, but I couldn't help but feel concern for the frowning Lydia.  I hoped this night became better for her.

I climbed over the front seat as best I could, holding my shoes in my hand as I had a great dislike for heels.  Lydia watched me as I hung my legs outside the car and put them on.  I knew she wanted to make sure I was dressed the way she had picked out, but, I mean, come on.  Couldn't I have worn converse or something?  I did bring them with me just in case, but she almost threw them out the window on the ride here, so I wasn't about to test her patience again.

I finally got out and Stiles closed the door.  Just then, Jackson and Allison walked up. "Jackson, you look handsome." Lydia said politely.

"Obviously." He said cockily. "It's Hugo Boss."

He chuckled and walked off with Allison.  Lydia screwed her face up and I frowned at Jackson's back.  What a jerk!  "I don't care.  I don't want compliments.  I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark." Lydia said to herself.

Stiles looked at her like a lost puppy as she sighed heavily. "Well, I think you look beautiful." He said.

I watched with a smile as she turned to him in surprise. "Really?"    

He held out his elbow for her in reply and she took it as they turned around and began walking towards the dance.  I put my hand up to stop them, so I could catch up but thought better of it.  I had looked up how dances worked and it was supposed to be about the two of them.  I couldn't ruin that.  Instead I walked into the school, alone among all the couples.

I knew dancing was fun, I'd done it in my room enough times to know, but dancing with a group of people was even better.  I hadn't seen any of my friends in a while, instead choosing to dance with some of the lacrosse players and their dates.  I had broken up from them a minute ago, needing a drink desperately.  Apparently, Stiles did as well.

"How's the dance?" I asked him as I got a cup of punch.

Stiles did a weird smirk and grabbed my cup. "The dance was awesome."

"Was?" I asked confused.

"Yeah, dancing... with Lydia?" He said after chugging my drink and I rounded my mouth in realization. "It was awesome, but she's got Jackson problems."

"Oh, where is she?" I asked, concerned she might be crying somewhere.

He shrugged. "Dunno, she went off to look for him.  I tried calling her, but she wasn't picking up."

I reached in between my breasts and pulled out my phone, ignoring the strange look that came across Stiles' face.  "Let me try." I had Lydia on speed dial, so I pressed the right number and called her.  I could barely hear myself think, so, as I waited for her to pick up, I tugged Stiles and myself out some doors and into the hall.  I sighed when it went to Lydia's voicemail, then caught sight of a wobbly Jackson coming our way. "Where have you been?  Did Lydia ever find you?"

The look on Jackson's face scared me.  He looked shaken up, scared no—terrified.  He looked close to tears even. "What?" Stiles asked. "What's wrong?"