No Luck

Double Date Confessions

Well you could kill me right now

With a turn from a kiss

And a purse of your lips

I'd be down

Well you could end my last doubt

With a spite in your voice

A care unworthy of the choice

You're screaming like I'm forcing you out

- Tall As Heaven, Make Out Monday

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"This sucks."

Stiles spouts out another complaint about their double date. He could've spent his Saturday night fucking some cheerleader but no, since he's a good friend he's going on a date with Lydia so Scott can go on a date with her sister, Heather. Apparently the date is going well for Heather and Scott since they've been making out for the last hour.

"Shh," Lydia shushes Stiles, taking a sip of her soda, "This is the last place in Beacon Hills she hasn't been felt up in." Heather flips her off from her spot under Scott.

 He snorts, taking pleasure in her sarcasm and then grunts, since she doesn't pay attention to him. To add on to the crap that is this date, Lydia is ignoring him and doing homework.

Stiles will admit it, he likes Lydia. How can he not like her? She's sarcastic, sassy, hilarious, and bluntly, really hot. 

She's like a celebrity to him, he uses her full name when he speaks, he doesn't really know her, and he feels like he never will, but spends a lot of time planning what he would do if he does. It seems silly, 'cause technically he's known her since the third grade.

Isaac Lahey snickers from the booth behind them. He turns around to stick his head between Stiles and Lydia. "Did you do question 4 yet?" Isaac asks Lydia. Stiles glares at Isaac in annoyance. Lydia nods and hands him a page from her homework folder. He grins and kisses her on the cheek, making Stiles' glare darken.

Isaac glances from Lydia to Stiles, pauses on Scott, and then goes back to Stiles and Lydia. He hums quietly. "Lydia and Stiles, in the same booth, next to each other. I can smell the sexual tension." He says in the voice that the narrator on the discovery channel uses. 

Lydia rolls her eyes and pushes his head back into his booth, where Malia Lahey is eating chocolate cake.

Lydia returns to homework. Heather owes her for making her come here. Stiles is by far the most annoying person she's ever met, both physically and mentally. He's hot as hell, but is a total asshole. She tries to hate him with all her heart, but then he grins at her with all his teeth and she wants to punch him in the face.

Stiles throws his arm over her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't notice. Lydia doesn't look up but purses her lips and narrows her eyes at the table. "Move your arm before I cut it off, Stilinski." Lydia tells him. 

He chuckles lightly and scoots closer. He manages to take the homework and stack of books from her, placing them in the space where he used to be. "If we're going on a date, we're going to talk."

The look she gave him should've burned his skin with its fury. Lydia sighs and shrugs his arm off her shoulder, annoyed with the smell of vanilla he left on her. Stiles smirks and steals a sip of her soda. He catches the straw between pearly white teeth, chewing on it.