𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 ❨ stiles stilinski and scott mccall ❩

𝟒. 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty

But you like her better
I wish I were Heather
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

THE MUSIC WAS SO LOUD that it made Margot's skin tingle and her lungs feel like mush. The bass thumped in time with her heart beat as though they were one, filling her from head to toe with music as she searched for the Stilinski boy.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. She couldn’t make out any words, but laughter rang in her ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. The song that was playing got louder, pulling her in and wouldn’t let go. MJ had no choice but to join the crowd, jumping in a huddled group like Tic-Tacs being shaken in a box.

Stiles watched her move subtly to the music filling the kitchen, crackling somewhat from the speakers. For the most part the music machine was her only audience, watching her with dusty black eyes. However, as she turned, her eyes caught him standing there, him less adept at hiding in the shadows than she.

"I thought you were supposed to be with Heather?" She asked as she made her way towards Stiles.

The boy shook his head slowly, gazing around the room attempting to avoid eye contact with her. It felt like someone had suddenly turned on an internal heater inside his system, and his pale skin slowly turned from a ghastly white to a shade of a ripe strawberry. "She bailed on me."

"Really?" As soon as the words spilled from his lips, MJ felt her heart break a little. "She's probably just busy. It is her birthday after all."

He dropped his eyes momentarily before looking, his head tilted to one side and a hopeful smile playing on his lips. "Will you let me drive you home?"

Margot's only response was the small quirk of her lips.

Stars lit the sky like snow-flakes in the night, yet appeared still, like an old photograph. Margot smiled, feeling the wind blow her hair into a tousled mane as she rested beside Stiles in the old jeep.

Her love of night driving began a short while ago: as a passenger in Stiles' jeep, riding home on a Friday after school, then driving down the streets of Beacon Hills into the late hours of the next morning. In those days, nothing seemed to embody their new freedom more than driving after hours, driving with their music loud, driving with no particular place to go.

"So..." A smile flashed across her face from beneath reems of hair. "Heather..." She continued, finally closing the window and sitting comfortably in her seat.

"I know what your thinking."

"You don't know what I'm thinking." She mumbled, as she fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing, that was two sizes too big.

"It's me..." Stiles spoke, grinning cheekily. "Of course I know what your thinking."

"I just..." As always he dropped his gaze before meeting hers. "I didn't think sex would be that big of a deal after the first time, you know?"

"Also, I'm pretty sure I'm the only virgin left in our school." He added sarcastically with a humorous eye role.

MJ stared at the boy in shock. Of course she knew Stiles was a virgin, they were best friends who told each other everything. However, even Margot couldn't deny the ill feeling that began to settle in her stomach as she heard that Stiles was planning on having sex. "That's why you were with Heather? You were planning on loosing your virginity!" She exclaimed, sitting properly in the chair and turning to the teenage boy beside her.

They locked eyes for just a moment, just enough for them to feel safe with one another. He focused on her eyes, which were darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight that shone through the window. They were a deep, earthy green - the colour of the earth after torrential rains. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny.

"You'll find the right person." Margot whispered after a moment when the boy failed to respond to her question.

"Someone who will love every single thing about you, Stiles. Someone who will have sex with you because they want to show you how much they love you. Not just to... get it over with." MJ's stomach turned uneasily and she noticed that the hands that she was hugging herself with were pinching into her skin. She eventually released her hands but then she couldn't figure out what to do with them, so instead they clasped and unclasped each other as if in constant need of touch and reassurance.

Casting her eyes to the side, he could see the shape of her face like a silhouette. It gracefully moved up and over her cheek bones then slanted sharply at her mouth. As if feeling his gaze she grabbed his right hand before looking towards him again, "I promise."

"How will I know when I've found the right girl?" He asked as her delicate fingers traced random patterns on the back of his hand that was now resting on her thigh.

Each of her shoulders curled in, towards her chest as she shrugged shyly. "You'll just know."

After a silent moment, Stiles held her hand tightly, wondering if anything in his life had ever been that perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. He was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than he ever imagined it could be.

And although Stiles had never really been in a relationship, or even in love. In that moment, he imagined spending the rest of his life with Margot James.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
it's been so long guys !
i'm sorry this is a short
chapter too, to be honest
it's just a terrible filler.

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of margot and scott in
the next chapter ?

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