Deals - A Teen Wolf AU ( Stydia )

Chapter 3 - Dirty Dancing Drunk

Title - The Three D's.

This chapter is dedicated to my very, very best friend mordredslullaby because they've been there for me through thick and thin. AND they convinced me to do this story since I was too shy but had an idea.

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I was so confused.

"So...I'm basically supposed to grind on you?" I questioned, innocently. This definitely wasn't me. This was... Erica Reyes, the most popular girl in Beacon Hills Prep, not Lydia Martin.

Stiles nodded. "Yep. Now get your ass over here." He had one arm open to me, but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were directed at the velvet carpet underneath him. Yeah, my parents kind of have a lot of money. Enough for a velvet carpeted floor,

I flinched at his cursing, looking away as well. "Sorry." He murmured as I walked over to him slowly, feet curling on the carpet.

I avoided his eyes as he turned me around. My back was against his chest and his hands hands gripped my wrists. He put his hands on my hips and I felt violated, but not at all mad. I put my hands above his, ready to pull his hands away if needed. I was still cautious even if I was transforming into someone else. Old habits don't break. Slowly, he moved my hips to an imaginary beat, his mirroring mine.

I felt his breath on my ear, and shivers ran down my spine. Stiles Freaking Stilinski, my long term crush, was dancing with me, against me. And I was still conscious. The dreams I had of this moment were nothing like this. He was supposed to be my white knight and I was supposed to be the princess. "And as for your attitude, be confident. And be strong." He murmured in my ear. I nodded slowly. His hands picked up speed, moving my hips faster and faster.

I heard a sharp intake of breath before Stiles said, "Lydia, I-" Whatever he was about to say, was lost in the banging of the door against the wall.

My head turned to Malia, who had opened the door with ease. Did she pick the lock? Or does she know where Allison and I hid the key? My question was answered when she tossed our key onto my beige couch.

"Well, well. What is this?" She asked, a smirk on her face. She didn't look all too pissed. It eased me, but also confused me. And every smart person hates being confused. It didn't make sense why she was perfectly calm while I was kind of grinding on Stiles. Open relationship maybe? Or were they taking a break?

Stiles smiled and walked over to her, kissing her full on the lips. Like anyone else who had a crush on someone who was kissing someone else right in front of them, I looked away. Looks like I was wrong. Which is one of the very few times that every happens.

He smirked. "Just helping little Lydia try and fit in." He gestured toward me, and I nodded.

"Yeah for cash." I added. Then blushed. I suddenly felt dirty. I felt like I was paying him to have...you know. It with me. Luckily, Malia didn't seem to mind.

She smiled at Stiles, "My boyfriend's so sweet." He smiled at the comment. Wow, I guess they're the real deal. I felt a pang of jealousy then reminded myself that I had no official claim on Stiles. And as for the "sweet" comment, she does know of his reputation right? Being too agressive when it comes to some teachers, there were rumors that he hotwired one of the teachers' cars and crashed it into a tree. "Alright. Now, let's go to the party shall we?"

Tonight, I had one goal, and one goal only. To get laid. Maybe that'll get rid of my need for Stiles.

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I sat in the back seat of Stiles' baby blue jeep, seeing Malia's hand go up Stiles' thigh and had to look away. Do they have no limits? I mean, this is a completely innocent girl sitting right behind them, and it was pretty obvious what they were doing by Stiles' soft grunts.

Once we arrived, I jumped out of the car. I never would've thought I'd be happy to go to a party. Seeing as this was the first one I've been to other than birthday parties, I didn't know what to expect. I saw a lot of cars in the driveway, and when I looked at Stiles and Malia for help, they were making out in the jeep.

I nodded and found my own way inside. I kind of wish I knew whose party this was. I found my other friend, Aiden by my side. He's told me he had a crush on me for a while, but I never thought anything of it. Unlike me, he was a party animal. It was weird how I was friends with cool people, but wasn't considered 'cool'.

He handed me a red cup. "Beer?" He asked, and I nodded, taking it out of his hands. "I can't believe Lydia Martin went to Derek Hale's party." He teased me. Ahhh, the infamous Derek Hale. He was Scott's mentor as he grew up. What kind of mentor, I didn't know. All I knew is that he had grown up while Scott was too, helping him due to the fact that their families knew each other.

Normally I wasn't one for drinks, I'm a total lightweight, but tonight? Why not? It's not like anyone's here to stop me. I finished the cup, instantly feeling dizzy. Aiden pulled me outside and began to dance with me, and I tried to do what Stiles had suggested. I found I could do it easily, as long as I didn't concentrate. Just let myself be carried away by the music.

I found myself dancing alone for a split second before feeling a harder body against me. I turned my head towards the glass doors, hoping to see the man I was dancing with in the reflection. And it was none other than Jackson Whittemore. He was a transfer student from France. And hot damn, he was beautiful.

I felt his lips on my neck and I felt too lazy to push him away. Too weak. Not that I wanted to. Maybe I wasn't completely over Stiles Stilinski, but that shouldn't stop me from dating right? Or should it? I honestly don't know anymore.

The long electric song ended and he dragged me over to the couch. I was smiling, mischievously. He nodded in approval, "Miss Lydia Martin, you clean up nicely."

I nodded. "I know." I shrugged. not ashamed at all. Hmm...I guess alcohol makes me a bit more confident. I like it.

I felt someone sit down next to me. I turned my head, looked at Stiles in his leather jacket, then focused back on Jackson.

"Lydia, where the hell did you go?" He snapped in my ear. I rolled my eyes, flashing an apologetic smile at Jackson before sneering at Stiles.

"Oh don't worry about your payment, Stiles." I said, coldly. I don't know where all my attitude came from, but I couldn't keep my mouth closed. Taking a sip of his beer, or whatever was in his red cup, I shrugged. "I went to go party while you and Malia were car fucking." I smiled wickedly, and the two boys looked surprised at my cursing.

I was surprised at my cursing. But drunk me shook it off. "Don't look at me all innocent like that. For all you know I may not even be a virgin." I giggled. Of course, I was. But you know, the impression was still there.

Stiles scooped me up and I let out a shout of protest. "Hey! Put me down, freak!" I shouted as I dropped the beer. I reached out for it but he didn't let me go. "You know, I don't even know why I liked you. You're just an asshole." I told him, wiggling out of his arms.

Well, now that secret's out. Everyone looked over at me, jaw dropped. I flipped them all off. "Go fuck your dance partners." I told them, and they quickly looked away.

Stiles didn't speak, just kept walking me as he carried me like a baby.

I sighed. "You knew didn't you?" When he nodded, I looked around, avoiding his stare. "I mean, I tried to hide it. But I knew, why would bad boy Stiles Stilinski want to date a loser like me?" I laughed bitterly.

I could feel his shocked gaze. "There's nothing wrong with you, Lydia Martin." Stiles walked out the front door. "It's just that-"

When Stiles brought me outside I threw up on the poor house owner's field. I was able to stand up for about two seconds.

And then I crashed hard.