Project Stilinski (completed)

8. Dare

"Truth or dare?"

Lydia was determined the following day. The girl took a deep breath before pulling open the door to the boys locker room and storming in. There were several protests and a few cat calls that earned middle fingers and rolled eyes as she searched up and down the rows of lockers.
"Hey if your looking for a real man he's standing right here." One guy out of a group of four calls her out and she has to bite her tongue. "Seriously though, why are you in the boys locker room?" He asks, eyes glued on tight to her cleavage. With a sigh, Lydia kicks off her heals and walks tauntingly over to the boy. She runs a hand from his cheek and up to his hair where she gives a sharp tug before kneeing him in the chest making him fall to one of the benches.

"Stiles. Stilinski. Use your words or point a finger I don't give a damn but tell me where he is or I'll–"
"He's over here!" A boy from further in the room calls and Lydia gives one more snarling glance at the boy before swiping her shoes from the floor and going where directed.
"L-Lydia?" Stiles stutters with wide eyes at the girl standing in front of him and he quickly shoves on the rest of his jeans. And she was trying her best not to look at his bare chest and his hair still wet from the shower after lacrosse practice but it was kind of hard.

"What are you doing?" He asks. What was she doing? She hadn't really thought it through upon storming into the boys locker room after practice. And suddenly all she could think about was how she remembered what happened at the party.

By now Lydia was desperately drunk.
"THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER, WENT UP THE WATER SPOUT!" They sang awfully with scratched throats and voices full of laughter as they bounced upstairs. The girl skipped to spin with a beer bottle in hand with the boy laughing from the way he had tripped and landed on his bed. He watched her with tired eyes as she finished the nursery rhyme and took a swig from the amber bottle.

"Lydia." His voice snaps her from the memory.
"Uh I just came to apologize for yesterday." She mutters, realizing how out of place she was. Stiles furrows his brows. Quickly throwing on his t-shirt, he grabs his bag and settles his hand on the small of her back, safely guiding her out into the hall.
"Why are you apologizing?" He chuckles as she shrugs.
"I just felt like I upset you yesterday, I don't know." She looked small (despite her shoes) so very unlike her.
Stiles pursed his lips with a sigh. "So what's the plan for today?"
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"Definitely the red heels." Stiles bites into another gummy worm, barely glancing at the shoe options before continuing to read a magazine he had found on Lydia's nightstand. The girl places a hand on her hips.
"You didn't even look." She scolds.
Stiles lifts his eyes from his current read. "And how does this help me become popular?"
"Touché." Lydia glances at herself in the mirror once more, eyeing the foot with the red heel and the other with the blue.

Going through her closet and picking out things to keep and throw away was a hard enough process with Allison. But now that she was running around the town with Scott, Lydia had settled with Stiles. Honestly, none of the stuff she was doing was helping his popularity. He was right about the heels though. With a slight smile, Lydia strolls back into her closet, chucking the blue heels in her donate pile while returning her red ones to their rightful place.

"Is this true what they're saying about Liam Hemsworth?" Stiles asks through a mouthful of worms. Lydia reemerges from her closet with a new outfit on.
"Yeah I don't know and I don't really care. Crop top, yay or nay?" She turns to him, messing with her hair with a cute little skirt on and a grey low cut crop top.
"Not unless you like a lot of..." He gestures to her chest. "boobage." Lydia rolls her eyes for the nth time. "Which, in my opinion i-is good so" He gives her a thumbs up causing a laugh and the immediate confirmation that she was ridding herself of the shirt.

Lydia struts back into her closet to get ready for the next ensemble. Stiles had to admit, this wasn't a bad way to end his day; in Lydia Martin's room, laying on Lydia Martin's bed, Lydia Martin naked literally three feet away from him....Lydia Martin literally naked three feet away from him. And suddenly there was music. The boy furrowed his brows at the noise, lifting his eyes from his magazine and sweets to the closed closet door that muffled it.

"You are a very boring person, Stilinski." Lydia finally opens the door, a feather boa around her neck, circle sunglasses hiding her eyes, some pajama shorts and a tank top on and last but certainly not least, strappy flats with very pointed toes. She had a pink Barbie boom box in one hand and the end of the boa in her other causing him to laugh. She made a show of waltzing her way over to him, offering her hand which he politely declined.

She fell on the bed next to him with a cackle and the pass off of the remaining beer before the bottle was thrown onto a pile of dirty clothes. They sat there for a moment with small laughs and snickers about nothing in particular until Stiles proclaimed: "truth or dare?" Followed by another chuckle.
Lydia thinks for a moment. "Dare."
But he never even got to dare her. Because he had already kissed her.
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Authors note:

So this story is turning out worse than I thought and I apologize for putting it to shame😅
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe