Evolution//stiles stilinski☾

trois

"What?" Stiles looked at Scott.

"What, what do you mean 'what'?" Scott responded.

"I mean, 'what' and you know that," Stiles rolled his eyes.

"'What' what?" Scott had me confused now.

"That look you were giving," Stiles shook his head.

"I didn't give a look," Scott retorted.

"Oh there was a distinct look, Scott."

"What look?" Scott had no idea what was going on, and neither did I.

"The look that says the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party," Stiles explained, finally.

"It's not that," Scott paused. "It just seems weird going to a different high school's party."

"What? Would you," Stiles groaned. "God, one drink all right? You'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all of her friends. So tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight, we're moving on."

Scott paused.

"You're right," he evidently announced.

"That's right I'm right," Stiles teased.

"Moving on," Scott nodded to himself.

"Onward and upward," we were close to the door.

"Let's do this," Scott found some confidence.

In all honesty, I didn't want to go to this party at all. I was exhausted. I didn't even bother listening to the rest of the conversation as we went inside. Thankfully, I was dressed appropriately for this party, so I didn't really stick out.

"Who are you?" a blonde asked me.

"Uh," I scratched the back of my neck.

"Heather," Stiles put his large, bony hands on my shoulders. "This is my friend, Kayla. I hope you don't mind them too. They won't do anything, they're just here to wish you a happy birthday."

"Happy birthday!" I smiled at Heather.

Her lips seemed to latch on to Stiles, a hot make out session coming about and I wasn't ready to see it.

"Come downstairs and help me pick out a bottle of wine," Heather pulled her lips away from Stiles seductively.

They weren't going to pick out a bottle of wine and Stiles was too innocent to notice it.

I found myself sitting awkwardly on the couch next to Scott. We didn't do much except for a few glances at each other. I sipped on alcohol, which must've been something strong. It burned as it went down my throat, yet I didn't feel anything. I wanted to get drunk just to not feel anything. I chugged my drink seeing as nothing was working.

"It doesn't work," Scott sighed. "Getting drunk doesn't work. I've tried it, many times. I think it has something to do with the healing."

"Great," I huffed. "The one thing I wanted to do."

I heard Scott's phone vibrate.

"Your phones ringing," I pointed out.

"I know. It's been. I should answer but I have no desire to," Scott reached in his back pocket to answer his phone. "Hello?"

Before I knew it, I was before Lydia, one of my past best friends. We loved each other, we really did, but suddenly she was depressed all the time and freaking out about every little thing. At one point she was attacked by some wild animal a few years ago at the formal. I think I saw Scott dancing there with Allison, but then he was with Danny. Of course I just went Troy.