..::Dangerously In Love::..

Love is all about taking chances, not being afraid to take the next step. Whether it lasts or burns out, it is an experience that always changes our lives. This is a lesson Stiles Stilinski will have to learn.

Chapter One

Alcohol

The hip-hop beat coming from the people-sized amps in the house's den was enough to burst the ear drums of most college students. For some reason, intoxication changed the rules. Throughout the large fraternity house people were playing aggressive games of beer-pong, chatting during more social drinking games over decks of cards, and cheering on the old-fashioned but entertaining chugging competitions. The common denominator for everyone was alcohol, save for the poor soul who decided to stay sober.

Stiles Stilinski stood behind the Omega Beta Theta bar and served drinks to his peers. Not out of necessity, but more so for entertainment. If he was going to stay sober to make sure nothing was broken, trashed, or thrown out of windows, he may as well get some amusement out of it.

Stiles. If he were summed up in three words: funny, outgoing, and kind. Not a combination found in most fraternity guys. Maybe that's why he was so popular with the girls he came to know. His hair was dark and short. His lips were a little thin, but hid a perfect smile. He was well kept, mostly because he didn't have the ability to grow facial hair. Most of all, he had no idea that he was so attractive. Indeed, most of the girls he knew called him the perfect catch, though those same girls would be no more than friends with him. He was just so nice.

"STILES!" a brunette hollered as she fell sloppily onto the wet and sticky bar.

"Britney?" Stiles smiled, "Had too many?"

"You know," the inebriated girl said as she slipped behind the bar with Stiles, "I think Chris is trying to get me drunk."

Stiles looked at her, at 5'11 he stood a good 6 inches taller than the short bombshell, "Technically he's your boyfriend, he doesn't have to."

Britney shrugged, "Oh well, he'll never find me back here."

Stiles shook his head and turned his attention to a red-headed hottie who had approached the bar. She leaned over the bar and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Did I ever tell you you're really sexy when you're mixing drinks and opening beer?" Lydia smiled.

She was the girl who could be more than friends with him. A sister of Kappa Gamma Delta, she was the yin to his yang. Stiles was from a small south Georgia town with a population the size of Lydia's high school. She was raised in a rich suburb in the greater Atlanta area. She was worldly, wild, and a bit bitchy if rubbed the wrong way. Stiles, however, had never been outside of the South. Though he loved to party, his drinking ability could not match the little red-head.

"No," Stiles grinned, "but you can tell me all you want."

"I just wanted to tell you I'm headed next door to sleep," Lydia's sorority house was right next to Stiles' fraternity, "I'll see you in the morning."

Stiles nodded and kissed her, "Bye."

"BYE LYDIA!" Britney hollered ten minutes after Lydia had left. She jumped up, but moved to quickly for her stomach. She quickly released all of the alcohol she had been guzzling all night long on the floor right next to Stiles.

"Uh." She said as clutched her stomach.

Stiles sighed heavily, "Dammit!"

-X-X-X-X-

The sun was just rising over the trees and houses up and down Milledge Avenue, better known in Athens, Georgia as fraternity and sorority row, when Stiles pounced into bed with her boyfriend.

"Uh," Stiles grumbled as he opened his eyes, shielding them with his hand from the rising sun, "Lydia?"

"Uh huh," Lydia kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, "unless you've got other girls sneaking in your bed at 10 am."

"Shut up."

Lydia jumped up from his bed and opened his closet, fishing through his clothes for something he could wear. This was a normal tradition by now. She would wake him up for class, grab some clothes for him, and they would head off to class together. She was much more of a morning person than Stiles.

By the time she had grabbed a polo, a pair of jeans, and kicked his shoes out from under his desk, Stiles had barely stopped yawning.

"C'mon!" Lydia threw the clothes down on his lap, "I don't care how drunk you got last night, you're at UGA for class too."

Stiles rose from the bed and began to get dressed, "I didn't drink, but I did clean. You need to tell your friend Britney to watch how much she drinks."

Lydia smiled, she and Britney had gone to the same high school, and had remained friends through half of their college years. Now that they were juniors, they were still close.

"She never has been much for moderation," Lydia said as she stepped up closer to Stiles. She reached under his shirt and pinched his tight stomach, "and lucky for me you have."

"SHUT UP!" hollered Stiles's near comatose roommate, Scott, from across the room.

"Looks like you're the only one in the house who is," Lydia grinned as she grabbed her book bag. As she left the room, she smacked Scott as hard as she could on his butt, "Good luck recovering!"

Stiles left the room, but not before hearing a loud grunt from Scott.

-X-X-X-X-

Six months. Not long in comparison to most long-term relationships, but a pretty notable accomplishment for college students. Six months that Stiles and Lydia had been together. Six months that they had been faithful to one another. Six months of which Stiles' and Lydia's friends had been telling them that they never would make it. Why?

"Because you're two different people!"

Stiles eyed his cocky co-worker. She was loud at times, a bit obnoxious, but fun to be around. She was a classic know-it-all with no censor between her brain and her mouth. But when it came to strength of bonds, Laura was next to none. A full-figured black sophomore, she was a year behind Stiles in school. When she started working as a waitress alongside him at La Ciudad Clásica, the most popular Mexican restaurant in town, they became quick friends.

"I'm just saying," Laura spoke as she leaned on the cashier counter, "she's not right for you."

"And why is that?" said the girl standing behind the register: Maria, the Hispanic hostess who was a junior alongside Stiles. Unlike Laura, she was more reserved with what she had to say, but had a temper hotter than anyone would guess.

"Because she's a sorostitute, for one," Laura eyed Stiles.

"The term is frat mattress," Maria corrected, "and not all of them are sluts."

"This is my girlfriend you two are talking about," Stiles reminded them.

"Hush," Laura held her finger up, "the grown girls are talking."

"Hold on," Stiles glanced outside, "I think Rico is calling me, I'll be back." He stepped away and headed behind the restaurant's bar.

Laura followed his gaze outside and turned to grab Stiles, but he had already slipped outside of arm's length. What he had been looking at was a small family heading getting out of a car: an older man and woman and a small child. Laura turned and glared at Stiles. As she did they got closer to the door.

"Oh, no," Laura shook her head at Stiles, "you are not sticking me with those tight-wad sons of—"

A bell rang as the three entered the restaurant.

"—Hi! Welcome to Classic City!" Laura forced a smile as she turned to face them.

They grunted as Maria sat them. Laura trails after them, glancing to Stiles who smiles at her as she walks. She quickly flicks him off.

-X-X-X-X-

Stiles leaned back in his desk chair as he stretched out the pains of the day. Long classes, long shift at work, and he ended up sitting on his desk chair wasting the rest of his night. Scott hadn't made it in, he was probably still in his study course for the VCAT. Stiles chuckled at the thought of Scott, the drunk-ass he loved to call a roommate, being a veterinarian.

A quiet beep jerked him out of his thoughts. It was an IM.

hale_yes: hey man, how's it goin?

Stiles eyed the ID, one he did not recognize. But that wasn't uncommon through this messenger.

southerndawg0102: hey dude, pretty lame, nothing goin on over here. u?

hale_yes: sounds like fun, maybe, right?

southerndawg0102: wrong

hale_yes: fair enough, why are you on tonight?

southerndawg0102: the only reason i'm ever on, i've got nothing to do.

hale_yes: are you looking for something to do?

Stiles sighed. It never failed on there-everyone was always looking "for something to do".

southerndawg0102: if that means someone to do, then no. i don't play that game.

hale_yes: that's good, just checkin. there's a lot of sketchballs on here.

Okay, maybe not. Stiles eyed the computer screen. He smiled and started to type again, but Scott busted into the room.

"HOLY SHIT I HATE THE VCAT!" Scott exclaimed as he plopped down onto his bed.

Stiles quickly shut his laptop, he couldn't risk Scott seeing the conversation he was just having. One thing about Stiles was that he was a good guy, with good intentions. But he had a secret. One that he had been trying to get rid of, but just couldn't. It was something that would tarnish his southern heritage, threaten his place as a member of his fraternity, and even break the friendships he had.

It wasn't AIM that he was chatting on, or Yahoo! or MSN. It was nothing that the average frat guy would be talking over. It was a gay dating site.

-X-X-X-X-

Author's Note: There's the first chapter! Let me know what you think!