Outcasts [Book 1]

Eighteen

You make we wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you

You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

- Shadow Preachers, Zella Day

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Lydia cautiously lets Stiles drive her car. She really does love her car, but she loves Stiles more. Its just an abandon parking lot anyways, its not like she let him go on the freeway. "This is kind of cool." Stiles comments, settling into his chair. 

"Yeah, kinda." She smiles over at him and he doesn't take his eyes off the parking lot, but smiles with her. They'd been going in circles for a few minutes, Lydia scrunching up her face every time they almost hit something. 

She had to admit, he wasn't a bad driver for his first time behind the wheel. And watching him play with his fingers against the steering wheel wasn't that bad either. Sure, Stiles had drove before, if sitting on his dads lap when he was 3 while they drive up the street to his house counts. 

Stiles parks the car in the middle of the lot. He turns on the air conditioning and pulls at his hair nervously. Lydia glances up from her phone, closing Instagram to look at him. 

"Would you maybe, want to meet my dad?" Stiles asks. He winces after at how childish his voice comes out, it sounds like puberty just hit in the middle of his sentence. He wouldn't be surprised if his cheeks were the color of blood right now. 

Lydia vaguely remembers Stiles telling her about how his dad hasn't talked to him in years. She remembers him saying how his dad basically acts like he doesn't have a son anymore, so the invite surprised her a little bit. 

It surprised Stiles more. His dad wasn't kidding about wanting to meet Lydia. Stiles personally thought it would be great and both horrible at the same time, depending on his dads mood. His dad has only gone back to talking to him for a week or so. He did offer to help with Halloween decorations, since Halloween is in a week. 

"I'd love to." Lydia smiles widely. She reaches over and holds Stiles' hand, sensing his nervousness. Stiles kisses her knuckles lightly. "Okay, that- that would be good." Stiles nods slowly, a dopey grin taking over his features. 

"How about in two days?" He offers. Lydia nods in response. 

Stiles lets out a loud, long, dramatic sigh, making sure Lydia hears him. "Oh now what will we do," He nearly yells, "In a car, alone, in an abandoned parking lot. Alone." Stiles smirks. "Alone." He adds again for affect, making her laugh. 

Lydia unbuckles her seatbelt and is in his lap in seconds. "Why am I even attracted to you?" She questions herself, shaking her head. Stiles opens his mouth to respond, but closes it. His grin falls, his eyes getting a thousand shades darker. 

He cups her chin, lightly tugging her closer until their locked in a kiss. Their eyes flutter closed in unison, both of them holding their breaths. Lydia makes no objection to the action, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him feels so familiar and natural, yet new. 

Her fingers pull at the small hairs at his neck like she was meant to all along. If Allison was here, she would say that 'their made for each other, like Ken and Barbie or Stuart and Linda'.

She parts her lips without him having to ask, and he lets out a hum of approval. Stiles bucks his hips and she lets out a choked moan against his lips. Stiles pulls away, eliciting a whine from Lydia. A smug smile sits on his face like a newly cleaned trophy.

"Thats why." Stiles answers her question. The strawberry blonde rolls her eyes and pulls him in for another ground-breaking kiss. 

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"Are we going to this thing?" Stiles gestures to the poster behind them. Lydia pouts. Why did he have to ask such a question when their making out? She doesn't bother to look. "No, school events are stupid." She replies. Stiles shrugs a shoulder.

He's more than happy to push her back against the poster, trailing kisses down her already bruised neck. Stiles closes his eyes, bathing himself in her soft moans. 

Stiles may have been in juvie for the last six years, but he does know one thing: when someone this special comes into your life, your suppose to cherish that person as long as you can. Thats exactly what he intends on doing. 

He made no protest when she pulled him away from his nap and into the math classroom. In seconds, Stiles had her pinned up against a wall by her wrists with newfound strength from lacrosse - he's the best player, according to Coach. 

Stiles opens one eye, catching sight of gold behind her. "I've never really been to a masquerade ball before. And a halloween one? You have to admit, that does sound interesting." Stiles murmurs. 

Lydia whines again and wants to make a hand movement - something she'd picked up from Thing 1 and Thing 2, aka Scott and Isaac - but can't as her arms are pinned above her head. 

"If I agree to go, will you put your lips back on my neck?" Lydia asks. She knows she sounds desperate, but Stiles isn't the type of guy to take advantage of that, despite what her mom thinks. Lydia trusts Stiles, she's letting him pin her to a wall for god sake. 

"Yep." Stiles replies, neglecting the need to pop the 'p'. Lydia nods, a masquerade ball doesn't sound like the worst thing in the world. Plus, her mom does have an old dress and mask already thats her size. "Okay, I'll go." Lydia agrees. 

"Good." Stiles breathes against her ear. She wonders when he got so sexy, and where the confidence was coming from. All other thoughts besides 'holy shit' fly out of her mind when he catches her earlobe between his teeth. 

A/N

I have a plan for everything, and a hint: pay attention to the song lyrics. 

That moment when I already have 3 fanfics planned out and just need school to take a chill pill so I can write (honestly, my english teacher doesn't understand we have lives)