Nothing More Than Neighbors || Stydia [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4: Whine or Wine?

"Let's go, Lydia." Allison said as she stepped onto Stiles's front porch.

"There's a rock in my shoe." I said as I put my flat back on and began walking into the house. It was beautiful, better with the decorations. The house was dimly lit, but not too dark. Most adults were outside in the backyard while some were still in the living room with glasses of red and white wine.

It didn't take long to notice Stiles. He was chatting with his dad and another young man, about 20. Stiles had a suit on with a loosely worn neck tie, and his hair was set in perfect position. His chocolate colored eyes flicked to mine and his mouth dropped a bit. I covered my mouth to shush my laughter as we all walked over to him.

"Hey guys, glad you could make it." Stiles said as he sent a wink to me, causing me to roll my eyes and laugh.

"This is my dad, Sheriff Stilinski, and this is deputy Jordan Parrish." Stiles said as I shook hands with Parrish. I shook Sheriffs hand politely, as I smiled and nodded.

"Nice to see you again Sheriff, nice to meet you Parrish." I said and walked off to he side as Allison and Scott would say basically the same thing I did. Jordan smiled and left to get more wine as Sheriff was being pulled into another group. Stiles looked around before grabbing two bottles of wine and leading us up the stairs.

We finally landed in his room, as Allison and Scott held hands and were closer than close to each other, being adorable. Stiles sat on the ground and we all came soon to follow, forming a circle and all sitting criss-cross applesauce. Stiles reached under his bed and took out 4 wine glasses, wiggling his eyebrows which caused us all to laugh.

"Won't your dad notice?" Scott asked and Stiles shrugged while pouring.

"Everyone decided to bring wine as a party favor, he won't miss it." He said and I took the glass and took my first sip. I 'hmm'ed in appreciation as the strong taste filled my mouth and heated my throat (A/N that's what she said) until I could feel the familiar taste on my tongue.

"So why did you guys move to Beacon Hills of all places?" Allison asked and Stiles put down his glass.

"Well my dad got the job here and I wasn't enjoying the High school I was in so it wasn't a problem for me." Stiles finished before taking another sip of his wine glass.

"Yeah well, what colleges are you thinking about?" Scott asked and Stiles shrugged.

"I sent applications to pretty big schools so I won't get my hopes up." He said and they both nodded, encouraging him to carry on. "Like Stanford, UCLA, Princeton, Harvard." He said and their eyes popped out. I finished off my glass as I poured another.

"Those are super high schools, do you have the grades for that?"

"I had a 4.3 GPA." He said and they both seemed shocked, but more shocked at my actions instead.

"What?" I asked taking down the last drop before pouring yet another glass.

"That's just below your GPA." Allison said and I shrugged.

"So?"

"Why don't you seem surprised?" Allison asked and I shrugged again.

"I knew he was smart, we have a lot of classes together and I look at his work it makes sense." They both nodded.

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