Unexpected (stydia)

Chapter 1

March 20th 2010

That morning, Stiles immediately got dressed as fast as possible and left Lydia's house, without bothering her. He doubted that some of the kids he passed on the couch sleeping would be going into school today. 

It was an hour before he had to leave for school, his dad would be getting up at any second. He was literally sprinting back home no matter how much his head was pounding, he could not get caught for this. 

He got home as quick as possible, opening the already open door. Stiles guessed his dad would of hoped he would lock it after he got home last night. Stiles had lost his breath and was breathing dramatically, trying to get his breath back with a hand on his chest. He then slowly moved towards the couch and slumped down onto it. 

'Stiles?'

Stiles turned around immediately, seeing his father, standing in his officer uniform. 

'oh heyyyy dad.' Stiles stood up and turned to face him. 

Noah lifted his eyebrow, 'I thought you would still be in bed.' Stiles eye's darted around and he stumbled out, 'um, I went for a um...walk...outside...yeah! I just got back.' He started fidgeting with his hands. 

Noah gave Stiles a confused look and looked him up and down, 'in the same clothes you left in last night?' Stiles' eye's widened at that, 'um...yeah...' Noah then understood and rolled his head back and shook his head. Then looked back at an anxious looking Stiles, 'you got drunk didn't you? You never came home?' 

'u-um...I, no I didn't...No I mean I didn't drink not that I didn't come home because I DID come home last night...at 11pm.' Stiles nodded.

'Stiles, for god's sake just be honest with me.' 

'okay...fine.' Stiles paused to look down and sigh then he looked back up. 'yes I did. I got drunk and slept over there, I don't even remember anything and I did try and come home but then of the kids wanted me to stay and then-' 

Noah shook his head and put his hand up in front of him to stop Stiles from talking, 'I don't care how it happened Stiles. Just know that you are in trouble.' He walked toward Stiles, putting a hand on the back of neck hard and pushing him forward towards the stairs. 'Go get ready for school.' Stiles stumbled slightly and looked back at his father, 'fine, I will.' He started going up the stairs, groaning from his throbbing hungover. 

'I'll throw up a bottle of water and ibuprofen.' Stiles heard his father say. 

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Stiles walked slowly into school, trying to look for Scott. Then he was being grabbed, he looked to see who it was and all he saw was those Strawberry-Blonde locks that he knew too well. Stiles was too much in shock, he didn't know what to say. 

Lydia took him to an merely empty corridor and let go of him, turning to face him. 'Listen...Stiles or whatever...Last night did not happen, okay?' 

Stiles' eyes widened, 'um what happened?' 

'we hooked up?' 

'Oh! I mean yeah, I woke up without clothes on but I didn't remember anything at all from last night so I wasn't sure...thanks for that conformation.' 

Lydia frowned but nodded, 'yeah...so it didn't happen. Just forget about it.' Lydia walked past Stiles before he could respond and left him standing there. Stiles sighed and felt as if he was a deflated balloon.

'Stiles, dude. What was that?' 

Stiles turned to see Scott with a confused look on his face. Stiles shook his head. 'you have no idea.'