Topaz ❅ Stiles Stilinski

Three

   Alcohol, that's all Topaz could see. It was affecting everyone at the party, from the hardcore drinkers, to the lightweights who were peer pressured into taking a sip. Topaz stood off to the side, near the lacrosse players who had decided to do body shots. The blonde didn't know if the guests were bringing their own drinks, or if Lydia was just a very generous host, but the amount of alcohol she could see on the drinks table, gave her a huge headache.

From across the room she could see her own creation, running around and introducing herself. There were moments of curiosity where she had wanted to bud in and make sure that the girl hadn't spilled too much. Though she decided against it, hoping many of the guests played it off as if she was drunk, or too drunk themselves.

"Hey blondie, want a drink?" Beside her stood a tall teenage boy, she assumed he was on the lacrosse team though he did seem slightly older than a soph. He was probably a Senior, held back. Twice.

"No thanks, I'm capable to get my own drink." She responded sharply, and turned to walk about of the sweaty lounge.

The patio was packed, she could see Lydia and Jackson having some serious fun with the whole PDA thing. They were leaning against a pillar as Jackson started kissing her neck. Topaz smirked before turned looking over the drunk, dancing bodies to find Scott and Allison dancing together.

"Oh common blondie, can't deny a dance with me if you don't want a drink."

Topaz restrained herself from casting a spell on the horrid boy, a life long curse of terrible teeth, that no brace could fix. Or caterpillar eyebrows that grew twice as fast if he ever tried to get them done. She had casted that one once, Sapphire was asking for it. The short blonde only grinned and turned towards the taller boy with a bright grin, praying that someone would push him into the pool.

"How about you stop bothering me before I file a restraining order on you. Creep."

"Okay bitch, no need to go all psycho on me."

Topaz only rolled her eyes and walked away, weaving her way through the mass body's. She could hear Layla's voice but she couldn't pinpoint her location, though she was in four inch heels, she was still very short. Topaz was only 5'2 in the heels, sporting a lovely 4'11 with no shoes. She managed to make her way into the kitchen, it was surprisingly empty, usually the kitchen was a hook-up hotspot. 

Topaz sat on top of the cool countertop, sipping from her red solo cup. She could still see Allison and Lydia dancing their hearts out with their boy toys. She could hear the soft pacing that entered the room, followed by a lanky teenager. 

"Greenberg." Topaz nodded simply, she had learned the troubled boy's name from Lydia. The teenage boy only grinned and stood next to her, one of his hands constantly pushing his hair out of his face. 

"Topaz right?" He questioned making the blonde nod. "You're new."

"Yeah I'm new." A smile grew onto her face as she chatted with the tall boy, he towered over her, causing slight nerves to flutter around her. From the corner of her eyes she could see Stiles enter the party, his face red. 

"Do you, uh, do you want a drink?" Greenberg stuttered, his cheeks turning rosy pink. His embarrassment made the shorter girl grin. The thought of her presence actually made someone flustered in this town boosted up her confidence. She nodded, playing with a strand of her blonde hair.

"I'd love one."

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"Can I ask why we're sitting on the cold bench, watching the boys practice?" Layla questioned, pushing her blonde hair out of her face. The shorter girl only groaned and pushed her sunglasses over her eyes making her companion roll her eyes.