Allison finds herself constantly sucking her abdomen in, trying to hide the bump. This is going to be a long weekend. Tonight Malia and Kira are having a celebration with just their friends, no family, besides Cora, at a bar a few blocks away. "Is it dark in there?" Allison asks Kira, who nods with a smile. Allison sighs out of relief. She finished applying her lip stick then smiles in the mirror. The dress and cardigan she is wearing hides the bump well. It's obvious that she isn't as thin as she used to be, but she definitely doesn't look nine months pregnant.
"C'mon you fucks! We leave in five minutes!" Cora yells as she stand bored by the door, she was ready half an hour ago. Lydia is taking the longest to get ready, as always.
But once Lydia steps out of the bathroom, the girls understand why it was taking so long. Her hair curled and pulled into a strategic knot on her head. Her eyes dark, surrounded by black shadows and sharp eyeliner. Each eyelash has a sufficient coating of mascara, enhanced by fake lashes. Bronzer and highlighter deepen the lines of her jaw and cheekbones. Lydia's lips are a crimson red, like the blood of her past enemies. Dressing her feet are black leather heels, giving her a good six extra inches. The tough shoes make the muscles in her legs defined. And of course she is wearing a black dress, if it can even be called a dress. It hugs her body tightly and is sheer from the waist up, making it look like a corset, her chest on full display. The bottom hem of the dress is just under her butt, teasing as all hell. There is barely an inch of Lydia's skin that isn't visible to the world. The girls have seen this dress before. This dress was Lydia's revenge dress, and it meant she was ready for battle. Allison smirks, knowing who she is trying to make regret passing her up. Stiles is going to have such a hard on. "Locked and loaded then Martin?" Malia asks with a knowing smirk. Lydia looks at her and nods slowly. She must have Stiles on her mind since she looks so unforgiving. Malia and Kira kiss quickly before opening the hotel door and walking into the hallway to meet the boys. Before walking out, Lydia grabs her huge black petty coat and ties it tightly, saving her weapon for when they arrive at the bar. Allison watches her best friend strut after Cora, Lia, and Kira, with a smirk plastered on her face.
The guys stand in the hallway, dressed in khakis and button ups. With the exception of Stiles, who just happens to be wearing jeans with a shirt that is haphazardly buttoned only halfway. His silver flask is tucked away in his back pocket, ready to be grabbed at a moments notice. Allison catches Lydia looking at Stiles sympathetically. Allison leans into Lydia's ear. "Fuck the boy up, no remorse," Allison states with a poisonous smile. Lydia shares the same expression now. The young red head struts to the front of the group, ensuring that Stiles catches a glance of her legs. The coat may hide her dress, but her legs are exposed still. She presses the elevator button with her thumb, pursing her crimson lips. Stiles watches her in a drunken haze of sorrow and regret, exactly the reaction she wanted from him.
Scott smiles at Allison, who returns the courteous action. He approaches her and she sucks in her belly. "You look great," he exclaims. Allison blushes and elbows him playfully.
"You clean up nice yourself," she tells him while wiggling her eyebrows. He laughs at her. It's like nothing bad ever happened between them: almost as if Allison never broke his heart because she couldn't tell him she was pregnant with his child, so instead she just broke up with him.
The young adults take a limo to the bar. Apparently this was a treat from Derek. Giggling as they step into the fancy car, Stiles quickly pops open a drink. Isaac snatches it from him. "I think you've pregamed enough already bud," Isaac tells Stiles, who pouts.
"You're just jealous cause you can't hold your liquor like me," Stiles states. Isaac rolls his eyes.
"Cause you're holding it so damn well," he murmurs under his breath as he passes the bottle around. It is anything but quiet. The radio is blasting and they are all laughing and talking. Scott and Allison sit next to each other, their hands touching nonchalantly. Neither of them move, but both are nervous and hesitant of the fire works coming from the tips of their fingers.
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I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)
Fanfiction(short story) Allison and Scott are always voted in high school that they will be together forever. But when Allison graduates and finds out she is pregnant at 18, she breaks it off with Scott also known as, the father. Lydia stays by Allison's side...
