shattered | s stilinski [1]

birthday present

"Stiles!" A blonde-haired girl shouted as the three entered the party,

"Hey! There's the birthday gir- "Stiles began but was cut off by who Stiles explained was Heather shoving her face in Stiles'.

Scott stood with a look of surprise and shock, but Caley, she couldn't help but feel an anger inside her, she wanted to punch this girl in the face, which she would've by now, she had done this before, but she didn't know this girl. Why did Caley feel the jealousy? She had just met Stiles, she knew next to nothing about him. Why did she feel like this?

Finally, the blonde took her face away from Stiles', "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Me too" Stiles replied making Caley roll her eyes and storm the other way. Scott grabbed her wrist but she shrugged him off, she needed something to drink, this was way too many feelings to be having for a boy she didn't know.

Caley walked into the kitchen and took some person's drink from their hand earning a yell from the boy but she didn't care to listen. She took a sip of her newly found drink and went to find somewhere to sit. She sat in a corner, watching the party unfold. She sometimes did this in Washington when her friends would drag her to parties that she didn't want to go to. She usually was the center of attention, the life of the party but there were times the she just wanted to stay home, but went anyways.

Caley always found it interesting observing people in different kinds of habitats, especially parties. There were so many different people, there were the people that had never been drunk before and were making fools of themselves, there were the gossips sitting in the kitchen spreading rumor like it was their lifeline, there were the people that were sitting in the corner making out and getting in each other's pants that everyone was begging to get a room, and there were the people who were there just to have a good time. That's what parties are for. Right?

Caley had just been examining the party before she realized her drink was gone, she never was one to drink but tonight she was just in the mood to get stumbling down drunk. She got up and got up and got another drink, when she finished she got another, and another, and another, until she was laying on the floor almost passed out.

For a moment, she wondered whatever happened to Stiles but shortly went back to the loud music playing.

She laid there for what felt like hours but was actually only about thirty minutes before she noticed Scott walking towards her.

"Ughhhh what do you want" Caley slurred as she attempted to stand but failing miserably, falling right where she started. She let out a loud groan and gave up staying on the ground.

"C? How much did you have to drink?" Scott asked her kneeling down to her level.

"Uhh..... 'Bout", she began counting her fingers losing count.

"Oh god, okay. Well, I'm gonna leave, Allison and Lydia need my help but I told Stiles to take you home." Scott said slowly so she could comprehend his words.

"Nooooooooo! Don't make him take me!! I wanna go with you! I'm really fond of Allison..." Caley shouted.

"Yeah, me too.... But with the condition you're in I don't think it's a good idea to take you anywhere but home.", Scott explained," I'll make it up to you but I have to go. Drink all of this and I'll see you tomorrow?" Scott said handing Caley a bottle of water, she nodded and took the bottle from him then watched him get up and walk away.

Caley sat there finishing her water, waiting for Stiles to take her home. Which he soon did come upstairs looking for the blonde mess.

Once he spotted her on the floor her kneeled down "Caley? How ya feeling?" He asked her laying on the floor.