Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

One-Ninety-Eight And Motel California

Skyler's P.O.V

I let out a loud sigh and leaned back until I felt the hard mattress of my bed. One night, it's for one night.

I heard Lydia laugh as she tried to get some signal. This place was like an isolated desert. Except worse.

"Hey, all these towels smell of nicotine!" Allison yelled from the shower and I moved my head towards the no-smoking sign and laughed.

"Yeah at this point none of us are surprised!" I yelled back. Lydia scoffed walking over to the bathroom and grabbing the stack of towels.

"I'll go return them. Because one of us has to be productive." She narrowed her eyes at me and I sat up and gave her a wide smile.

"Have fun!" I cheered while lazily pumping my fist up in the air with the least amount of energy.

Lydia rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand dragging me with her and her stupid towels.

"Hey look who volunteered to come with me!" She grinned pulling me next to her.

"I should murder you." I pointed out while being dragged around.

"What's stopping you?" She grinned while walking down the stairs and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Let's see..." I let out an exaggerated sigh. "The fact that I could spend the rest of my life in jail, the very small amount of broken hearts about the sad sad death of Lydia Martin, may she rest in her stylish grave and did I mention jail?"

"You're stuck with me and the drug-filled towels. Deal with it." Lydia spat and I whined still being dragged around by her.

Hey, I wasn't complaining. I was living half the school's dream. Well, technically I was complaining.

"I'd rather stay with the towels," I muttered already not wanting to walk. "They have better manners."

I looked behind me and saw a vending machine and felt my legs being drawn towards the sweet idea of sugar.

"Yay, food." I felt the biggest smile come across my face. "I'll catch up with you in a second."

"How are we even friends?" Lydia questioned as I snatched my arm from her grip.

"Love you. Give me two minutes." I jogged off and was about to walk towards the vending machine and then I saw who was actually standing there.

Great. I guess my luck really is just this bad.

My love for all things sweet is so much better. I let out a low groan and walked over to Stiles and Boyd.

"Hey Jenson, could you not resist me?" Stiles laughed bumping his side into mine.

"Hey Stilinski, found the cool side of you yet?" I countered back.

We watched Boyd press the keypad on the vending machine.

"Hey. That was the same thing I was gonna get." Stiles said causing an unamused look from Boyd.

"Cold," I whispered to Stiles, joining his side. "Do you have a dollar?" I asked and Stiles nodded his head.

I looked over at the one in his hand and smirked snatching it. "Hey, I'll just use this one."

"Oh hey! That was mine!"

"Wouldn't you give your money up for a poor girl like me out alone on this scary night?" I teased and he laughed sending me a look.

"Only thing scary about tonight is you."

"Ouch," I hissed. "You say that about all the girls you like?"

"Just the one," he replied, which made a smile appear on my face uninvited.