Hangover

Chapter One - Part 3

Scott and Stiles went back to their table and sat down.

Stiles was still a little shuck up. Hell, more than a little! Scott'd had to drag his ass off the floor and hold him tight as they walked, or else he would fall.

"Well, that was beyond stupid, you asshat" Stiles ignored Scott's obvious comment. Of course it was stupid, but it's not like he died, or anything! They'd been through worse.

Stiles nose was bleeding, but it wasn't broken, and his left cheek were nearly purple. You could almost see the lines that were the marks of Adam's knuckles, as he'd punched him. Scott left to get some paper towels, maybe a towel, and ice. When he came back he had Lydia with him.

"Oh, if you didn't look bad before..." she said, and grinned. Stiles just glared at her. He really didn't want her around right now. She could be so annoying, if she wanted to.

Which she often did.

"What is Lydia doing here?" Stiles, switching to glare at Scott instead.

"Hello? I'm right here!" She waved her hand barely inches from his messed up face. "And I really don't appreciate you talking about me in the third person." She took the seat next to Scott's.

"Stiles, we need to figure out what happened last weekend, and I think she remember more than both of us."

"Well, yeah! You two were drunker than all of us. Well, not Finn, he was the worst. OH right, no he was high..." Lydia said.

"Finnick got high!?" Stiles said, leaning closer so that he didn't have to say it so loud. "That's not like him at all. I always thought he hated drugs."

Lydia got that thinking-look on her face. "Didn't you guys have sex?"

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. We're just friends." Stiles said, thinking that was the end of this conversation, so that they could start solving last nights mystery, but Lydia didn't seem to want to stop her questioning.

"What about Peeta?"

"Eh, no. And he's not gay, he's with Kat."

"Ah, right..." She continued. "Jake?"

"No, he's dating Danny. I think..."

"Yeah, I know, but before?"

"Nnnnnot that I remember, no.

Lydia sighed, and Stiles heard her murmur a quiet 'typical'. She is such a bitch...

"...Gale?"

"What? Ew, no..."

"Why? What do you mean 'Ew'?"

"I mean... He's a total jock!"

"So? Since when are you not into jocks?"

"Well, hmm, let me think - since I got beat up by one!!!" Stiles shouted, pointing to his broken face, and Lydia just answered with one of her masterpiece eye rolls. Then Scotty interrupted.

"Guys, can we please get back to the subject? And not just talk... boys."

"Oww, and I who thought you were into them now..." Stiles said, in a really weird high, girly voice, while smirking.

"Ehh... now I don't know wha-" Lydia began, since she clearly had no idea what Stiles was referring to.

"He had sex with Parrish."

"You had sex with Parrish!?" She yelled in Scott's face, utterly surprised. Nog nearly as surprised as Stiles thought. Scott groaned loudly in frustration and dropped his head so that his forehead hit the table with a low boom.