The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

Date Night

Aaliyah's POV
Two Days Later.

I sat in my loft with Lydia, Allison, Kira, and Malia surrounding me on the couch, demanding to know absolutely everything that had been going on between Stiles and I.

"Nothing is going on for Christ's sakes," I huff, rolling my eyes, "We're still just damn friends, okay?"

"I smell complete and utter bullshit," Malia states, throwing her hand down on her notebook to make a point.

"How is it bullshit?" I question with annoyance lacing my tone, "I swear, we haven't even fucking kissed!"

"Not one tiny sweet moment that you're not telling us?" Lydia inspects, furrowing her eyebrows together in concern.

I was about to respond before thinking back upon the events, biting my lip back, before coming to a final statement, "No."

"Some of us have the abilities to know you're lying, dumbass," Malia scoffs at my foolishness, as she leans back in the couch, crossing her arms together.

"Its my personal life!" I defend with a groan, "I'll expose what I want!"

"And we'll force you to tell us what we want," Kira interjects, simply shrugging her shoulders as if this whole thing was nothing.

"Are you guys like part of the mob or something now?" I retort, involuntarily rolling my eyes once more.

"Oh cmon Aaliyah, just tell us!" Allison rushes, throwing an empty skittles wrapper at me.

"Screw my life," I mutter, throwing my hands up in the air, "Fine!"

"Took you long enough," Lydia sighs in relief as if this was mission impossible.

"Cause breaking me was so damn hard," I cry in sarcasm.

"Just continue on with what happened, please!" Allison interrupts, snapping her fingers in front of me.

"Well, when you guys left and we went back here, he was helping me with my other techniques of this whole werewolf thing," I begin, "But when we were done, we started talking about how we liked each other and yeah.." I simply shrug.

"Not just and yeah, what else happened?" Malia interrogates.

"Jesus, must you know everything?" I question, with a scoff.

"Yeah, we're your friends, duh," Kira nods, as the others agree along with her.

"We almost kissed," I bluntly say, grabbing one of my notebooks, "Aren't you people here to study? Let's do that." I suggest, trying to leach off the subject.

"Almost?!" Allison blurts, nearly choking on the coffee she had been drinking on, "What stopped you?!"

"My mom," I murmur, "She walked in right when our lips almost connected," I blush, making the girls hurl out in laughter.

"You seriously have really the worst luck when hooking up with people," Allison points out, in between her laughs.

"I know that, fuck," I blush, my fingers combing through my hair swiftly.

As the laughs died down, Lydia grows an absurd idea, "You two need to go on a real date."

"A date?" I chuckle, nearly breaking my pencil, "Never gonna happen, not with Stiles."

"Why not?" Kira asks, "I mean, its not that bad, you and Stiles like each other so, why not?"

"I can think about a million why nots on the top of my head, and one of them is Kali being a crazy bitch and ruining every almost romantic evening between us."