Anyone But Her

The Party- Part 1

Lydia's POV:
Lydia added the final touches to her makeup and outfit in the mirror as she added a coat of light pink lipstick to her plump lips and smoothed out any kinks in her dress. She was wearing a beautiful sparkly red, tight bodycon dress that came to her thighs and exaggerated her curves, it hung low on her chest showing off some cleavage. She paired it with some red high heels and some silver jewellery. Her hair was down and in gorgeous waves all around her. Even she knew she looked extra for a house party but she had to impress Jackson and well everyone else for that matter.

She knew Jackson was already sat downstairs along with Stiles. Jackson probably wearing some of his shitty lacrosse clothes just to show off that he's captain. And well for Stiles...she didn't even want to look at him or think about him. She just wanted to be at this party already. She sprayed herself with some perfume before gently heading downstairs. When she got to the bottom she was greeted by two blank looks, but they were blank in completely different ways.

Stiles seemed to be looking at her in awe and amazement but Jackson just seemed angry. "Fuck sake Lydia you actually take the piss to get ready! And for Godsake! Why are you wearing that? I told you to look hot for me not slutty!" He stormed out the door, heading to his car. Lydia lowered her gaze slightly upset at what he had said, he didn't even compliment her once, all this effort for nothing. Stiles, on the other hand, was still speechless as he gazed with wide eyes over her body and her outfit until he reached her face. Lydia kinda loved having this much power over him, being able to make him drool, especially for all those times when he acted so cocky, trying to tease her. Well tonight it was the other way around. She was going to show him.

He stood up, showing fully what he was wearing, which was a tight black t-shirt that showed every perfect inch of his abs off and some dark blue jeans. Despite looking good which she hated to admit, she wasn't sure if she preferred him more in his grey sweatpants which hung low on his hips. She couldn't remember ever seeing him in jeans like this before but goddamn did he look good in them.

He looked at her with a slight smirk. "I think you look fucking beautiful!" He complimented her with a dorky smile that seemed so genuine. He made her heart speed up slightly at what he'd said. She couldn't believe he was the one to compliment her and not Jackson, the thought alone made her sad so she quickly strode past him, making sure to get close to him, "Thank you Stiles." she whispered in response, with a slight smile on her face before walking past and following Jackson, leaving him stood there looking happy with himself.

Stiles POV:
Stiles hopped in his own jeep and followed Jackson's Porsche as they headed to the party. He couldn't get Lydia's body off of his mind, she looked fucking stunning, Jackson didn't fucking deserve her the arrogant cunt, i mean how dare he call her a slut. Once they got to the house party, it was around 9 o'clock and everything was already a mess. There were teenagers drunk everywhere, throwing up, making out with each other. There were left over bottles of alcohol left all over the place with rolls of toilet paper lining most of the outside garden plants and trees long with a few random balloons.

Stiles felt immediately out of his comfort zone. He was antisocial, a loser, he didn't really go to high school parties, especially ones hosted by someone so popular but i guess it helped that Jackson was his brother. He watched Jackson and Lydia easily fit in and walk inside the house, grabbing a drink as they did so. Stiles looked around eagerly to find Scott, as he said he'd meet him here but he couldn't see him anywhere, so he decided to head inside.

Inside it was worse, way worse. There was so many people in there he could barely get passed, people dancing, talking, throwing stuff about, the music was so loud he could barely hear himself think. He watched as Lydia and Jackson was immediately surrounded by people complimenting them and sucking up to them, before Lydia took Jackson's hand to the dance floor. She sexily began to grind on him and dance against him as he mainly watched her and continued drinking his beer. She flashed a quick glance at Stiles, winking at him as she continued to push her ass into his brothers crotch, staying close to him.

Stiles suddenly felt burning anger and frustration watching them. Why was she trying to tease him so much? He wished so much that she was dancing on him like that instead, I mean Jackson wasn't even interested in her, as he noticed him keep checking other girls out while Lydia was dancing on him. Fuck sake, he thought, if Lydia looked like that and was dancing on him like, damn she would be the only girl in the room that would have his attention. I mean she still was the only girl for him, he didn't want anyone else.

Stiles was quickly thrown out of his thoughts and his view of Lydia as Scott shook his shoulders. "Dudeeee! I've finally found you!! I may have already starting drinking without you..." he looked to Allison and smiled at her as she stood next to him shyly. Stiles and Allison has only really met a few times, she was really lovely but it was still awkward especially since she was Lydia's bff, but now she seemed to be mostly be due to Scott being extremely drunk.

. "...But it's all good bro, and damn man you look great! Look at youuu! You here alone?" Scott rambled loudly as Stiles nodded in response. "Fuck. We gotta find you a beautiful honeyyy come on!" Scott tried to drag him off but Stiles wasn't really interested in meeting any other girl. The only girl he wanted was all the way over there and was grinding on his brother.

Stiles quickly pulled Scott to the side slightly to talk more privately. "Bro you know the only girl i want is Lydia and she's over there." Stiles showed him and Scott's eyes went wide. "Damn bro she does look amazing i can see why you're frustrated...butttt... you need to get over her, it doesn't matter if you nearly kissed or whatever... she isn't yours, she's dating your brother and you need to move on and find someone else." Stiles looked to the floor. He knew Scott's drunk ass was annoyingly right but he'd never met a girl that could make him feel what Lydia could just by looking at him. "But...but i don't want anybody else Scotty." he whined back.

"I know i know bro but come on you'll feel better with some alcohol down you and a pretty girl on you." Stiles decided to just agree as he was dragged into the kitchen and Scott handed him a drink. He wasn't even sure what it was but it tasted like pure energy. Scott quickly pushed the nearest random blonde chick into Stiles 'accidentally' and ran off back to Allison, giggling as he did so. Stiles grabbed the girl lightly by the hips to break her fall and silently cursed Scott for doing it but he knew he was only trying to help.

The girl was average height, with bright straight blonde hair and dark brown eyes, she was wearing some really short shorts and a purple tank top. Her beautiful tan skin made her legs look even longer and Stiles had to admit she was gorgeous. "Oh erm hi" She looked at him and smiled as she quickly looked over his body. She could barely stand straight and was clearly a bit too intoxicated. "Wellll hello sexy who are you? I d-don't think i've seen you around before." She said flirting with him as she pressed her hand against his chest, so that he was pressed against the counter.

"Erm yeah i'm Stiles...i'm Jackson's half-brother...people don't really notice me with him there..." he said awkwardly as he placed his cup down. He gaze was intense as she stared at him before pointing back behind her. "Wait you mean Jackson as in...J-Jackson Whittemore?!" She questioned him, her voice squeaking higher in surprise. He nodded shyly as he always got this whenever he told someone. "Wow no wonder...erm but i mean you're definitely something to look at you...you're hot as fuck!" she responded to him as she inched closer, her breath stinking off alcohol.

"I-i am?" Stiles was confused, no one had ever called him hot before, especially not a girl looking like this. "Yeah you are. My name is Malia, and god damn i would love to get to know you..." She said seductively as she trailed her finger down his chest just stopping at the edge of his jeans before grabbing his hand and leading him out of the kitchen and upstairs.