I stood in front of my full-length mirror, admiring how I looked. My leather jacket sat over my purple body-con dress that was paired with my thigh-high boots. I nodded.
"I look good." I mumbled to myself. I smiled as I heard the doorbell go. I grabbed my purse before trotting down the stairs and opening it.
"Hey, Y/N-woah." Stiles eyes widened as his gaze went up and down my body. He gulped harshly, his eyes briefly stopping at my chest before looking back at me.
"Is this too much?" I winced. He gulped again.
"No-no, not at all, you look...you look incredible." He smiled. I returned it before walking out the door and shutting it behind me before walking to the jeep. I climbed in next to Stiles and smiled at Scott in the back.
"Hey, Scott." I spoke.
"Hey, you look lovely." He smiled. I returned it as Stiles climbed in and put the key in the ignition.
"You guys ready?" he asked.
"Let's party." I nodded. He smiled before starting the jeep and driving away from my house.
Stiles, Scott and I walked into the party and looked around as thumping music filled our ears.
"Where's Lydia?" Scott yelled.
"I don't know, I can't see her." Stiles replied.
"I'm sure that we'll find her." I nodded. Stiles replied it before putting his hand on my back and leading me through the crowd to the kitchen.
"What's your poison?" he smiled, making me laugh.
"Vodka and coke." I nodded.
"Wow. Didn't pin you as a spirits girl." He chuckled as he filled a plastic cup with coke before adding a shot of vodka.
"What did you pin me as?" I asked, taking the cup. He shrugged as he got himself a beer.
"Classic. Wine." He smiled. I laughed.
"I'm classic, not forty." I joked, making him laugh. He leant against the counter, holding his beer as he just looked at me with a small smile on his lips.
"What?" I asked. He shook his head and took a sip of his beer.
"Nothing." He spoke, shaking his head. I chuckled and put down my drink.
"Okay. I'll be back in a second, I need to use the little girls' room." I smiled.
"Okay. I'll be right here." He chuckled. I nodded and smiled before heading out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I looked at the doorways, not being able to determine which room was which. I opened the door to one and wandered in. I sighed as I realised that it was a bedroom. I turned around and gasped as a guy stumbled in, shutting the door behind him. He looked at me and smirked.
"Damn. I stumbled into the right room." He slurred, walking towards me. I gulped as I walked backwards, wincing as my back hit the wall.
"Um, yeah, I didn't, so I'm going to go." I nodded, trying to move past him. He stopped me, putting his hands on either side of my head.
"Please, just let me go, I'm only trying to find the bathroom." I gulped, tears pricking my eyes.
"Hmmmm, no, I think that we're going to stay like this for a while." He slurred.
"My boyfriend is downstairs, he'll come looking for me." I lied, feeling more and more terrified by the minute.
"I don't care." He chuckled, taking a lock of my hair in between his fingertips.
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Soulmates
FanfictionStiles is just your average 17-year-old boy. Well, as average as he can be when he's in his best friend's pack, along with a werewolf, a banshee and a hunter. When Y/N, a mysterious New York girl shows up in Beacon Hills, somehow his life gets even...