It was supposed to be a normal girls' night out.

Lydia Martin closed her eyes for a brief second. The music was annoyingly bumpy, and the apartment itself smelled like beer and…guys. Now that wasn't a disgusting smell, but that wasn't exactly what she had imagined, when her best friend dragged her out tonight. She imagined a normal club, in college area, of course, though maybe something a little more elegant and girly.

People here moved like in slow motion. There were some couples in the corners, and some drunken freshmen, but mostly everyone looked a little stoned. There wasn't much noise, except the one made by loudspeakers.

"Come on Lydia!" Allison quickly turned back to grab her friend's hand to lead her forward, where there was less crowded.

Redhead immediately smiled at her. She loved her friend way too much to ruin her fun. And, by all means, Lydia could do anyplace, as long as it was with her friends.

She realized that it was probably a party thrown for freshmen; Lydia recognized some faces from yesterday's feast.

"There he is!" Allison squeaked.

"Who is?" Lydia laughed at her friend's sudden enthusiasm.

Brunette shot her a smile along with crazily excited eyes.

"Okay, remember that guy I told you about? From that day, when we were on tour for Berkeley?!"

Her friend giggled, still making her way through the crowd, her black dress hovering on her thighs. Now it actually made sense. Of course they were here for a reason. She was finally going to meet the famous Scott. A guy Allison went crazy about, after about two days of acquaintance. She remembered hearing every little detail of an oh-so-famous-McCall, or as Allison called him, her man at first sight.

"Vividly!" Lydia yelled through the music.

On the couch, to which Allison was probably leading her, sat only three guys and Lydia tried to guess which one was he.

There was a tall, attractive guy with caramel curly hair with a smug smile on his face. He held a beer in his hand and talked with the other one. Everything he said looked like he was flirting, though Lydia was sure that he wasn't. It was just the way his words left his mouth; she could see it from afar. Whatever he was saying to the guy with dark hair, it made him look all giddy. Like everything was a dirty story for him.

His companion, the cuter one, had dark hair and honest smile playing on his face. Maybe it was because of light effects, but for a second there, it seemed like the dude had uneven jaw line. Lydia noted that he seemed like a very friendly guy, with his puppy eyes, which would turn into two lines, whenever he was laughing.

She couldn't take a good look at the last guy, because he stood up and walked away before the girls reached them. From the way he walked though, he seemed like the confident one. Wherever he was walking to, he felt no problem with getting people out of his way. Lydia watched him casually slip his hands on any girl's waist, just to push them to the side a little. She could clearly see that wasn't actually necessary, he could obviously just walk around them.

She lost the sight of him somewhere among people, before considering how much of a player he is.

When she stopped analyzing the last guy, they reached the handsome one and cute one.

"So it is the cute one…" Lydia assumed to herself.

She smiled as Allison hooked her arms around the guy with the dark hair. He seemed to enjoy her happiness, caused by seeing him and he hugged her back just as eagerly.

Now that they have gotten closer, Lydia saw that Scott DID have an uneven jaw, and he also seemed Mexican.

"Hi!" The tall guy interrupted her thoughts by getting up and walking around the happy couple to get to her. He liked her immediately, her curly hair of a color of red or ginger, he couldn't tell, was bouncing lower her shoulders. She was much much shorter than him.

"I'm Isaac, nice to meet you." He introduced himself in a British accent, to which Lydia raised her eyebrow slightly.

"Lydia." She shook his hand.

"Freshman, right?" He took a gulp of his beer.

Lydia nodded.

The music was still too lurid for a normal conversation, so she stood to her tiptoes a little and Isaac bowed to her level.

"Mind showing me where the bathroom is?" She asked loudly.

Isaac pointed her to the corridor near the stairs to the second floor and she smiled in gratitude. Walking past a Scott and Allison, who were now on the couch, she smiled friendly to Scott and he did the same in response.

She noticed a forming line to the bathroom and rolled her eyes in irritation. One bathroom. Lydia figured that it was probably a normal apartment of some college guys, and without the people and music and trash, she would imagine that this was quite a decent place to live. Even a good one, for a student.

"Mind stepping forward, Little One?" A male voice from behind startled her.

Lydia turned around just to stand face to…chest with some dude, who had the most arrogant expression on his face. His hazel eyes were beaming at her, and he half smiled down to her.

Lydia recognized that this was probably the confident one, who had left the couch earlier. She figured it out only by seeing his shoulders again. Girl couldn't help but check him out a little; if Isaac was attractive, then this guy was the hands down handsome. He had very dark, almost black messy hair, which matched his deep eyes, and his pupils were dangerously dilated, but it went perfectly with the bad boy look he was creating.

"Little One?" She asked just as annoyed.

He raised his eyebrows up, and tilted his head a little.

"Are you a freshman?" He ignored her question.

Lydia rolled her eyes at his irritating tone. He was so confident, so smug. It was sexy. No, he definitely was, but he was a womanizer from the first sight, and it bothered her that he looked at her like she was a prize he had to win.

She shot him one last fuming look and turned away from him.

So he got a little closer and coughed, as if he wanted to say something.

Lydia took a small breath and turned to face him with the sweetest smile she could possibly make.

"Yes?" She asked politely.

He smiled at that.

He enjoyed that he annoyed her.

"Are you a freshman?" He tried again.

"Yes, obviously." She finally answered. "And I don't remember seeing you, so I assume, you're not."

"So you say, if you would have seen me yesterday, you would have remembered me, huh?" He winked.

"I just have a radar for assholes, sweetheart." Lydia smirked.

He laughed out loud throwing his head backwards. In those two seconds Lydia saw how the veins on his neck bulged as he laughed. That was so attractive she bit her lip subtly.

Still, that didn't change the fact that the guy was a pig. The way he stood a little too close than appropriate to her, and his black shirt perfectly fit his strong hands and torso. None of it changed the fact that the guy was bad news.

"You have a point. I'm Stiles." His dark eyes lingered on hers.

Lydia forgot all her sassy acting at the sound of his name. Stiles? Stiles? Whose name is Stiles?

"Stiles." Redhead repeated calmly, masking her perplexity.

"You know who I am?" He smirked again. Seriously, Lydia thought, who is that smug all the time?

"Don't flatter yourself," Lydia said, and surprising both, herself and Stiles, patted his chest. His breathing hitched a bit but he covered it by moving a millimeter away from her, his facial expression encouraging her to continue talking. Provoking. "Just racking my head here, thinking, what the hell kind of name is a Stiles?"

"Oh, I like it." He smiled at her once again.

"Oh, really? Well that's unexpected."

"Oh, yeah, Little One. I heard my name being screamed loudly and whispered quietly in most thrilling situations. Believe me."

Lydia furrowed her eyebrows together, irritated buy the striking, yet so arrogant fellow in front of her. In the line for peeing.

"Seriously, you get laid speaking like this?"

Once again he quivered with the howling laughter. This girl excited him.

Stiles' features were actually cute when he was laughing and after peeking at him, she smiled herself.

"Ah! I see a genuine smile, huh?" Stiles chuckled a little.

Lydia shook her head a little, thinking what she was still doing talking to him, when his intentions seemed obvious.

"Anyway," she said. "it was nice meeting you, Stiles. Not that type of girl."

For a few seconds he seemed taken aback and Lydia's pride purred inside her, filling her with warming feel of winning. Of course, he was not used to hearing No. But then he nodded and narrowed his eyes at her a little.

"Seems like I've finally found one." Stiles said respectfully. His eyes were reading her, like he couldn't quite understand why she practically rejected him, and at the same time he looked at her with admiration, like she had just passed his test.

Her gaze lingered on his a little longer, for half a second dropping to his pink lips.

He took a step closer to her, looking like a savage, while doing it. His look on her immediately went from teasing to…hungry? She couldn't comprehend it.

So Lydia slowly took a step back and walked around him, intentionally brushing her hair on his arm, her scent reaching him.

He never tasted anything so sweet, so capturing as the smell of her perfume. Or was it just her?

"And you are?" He asked checking out her seductive figure, while she was slowly walking away from him back to the party.

This guy was a prince. He was fickle. He was inappropriate. He was arrogant. Lydia knew, he was WRONG.

"Done now." She shot a smile looking back at him.

Walking towards Allison, Scott and Isaac, she still wore a smile on her face. Yeah, he sure was a jackass, but he was still interesting. Although, maybe it was exactly what he wanted her to think of him.

"Something funny?" Scott asked grinning. "We haven't officially met, I'm afraid. Scott, but I guess you knew that."

"Lydia." She offered him her hand and he took it.

Isaac offered Lydia a drink and she took it with delight. She needed one. Taking a swig of what seemed to be tequila and Coke, girl thought about the bathroom guy. Stiles. God she hoped he won't see him again here. This guy was something.

"You okay, babe?" Allison asked. She had Scott's arm hooked around her.

"I am." Lydia winked at her.

Sooo, my best friend is around here somewhere." Scott said happily. "The minute I see him, I'll introduce you. He's a nice dude."

"He's a douchebag," Isaac noted laughing.

Lydia smirked.

"Must be my lucky day, then." The boys laughed and Allison just shook her head in amusement.

"It's impossible to set this one up with someone." She said to Scott and Isaac.

"Really?"

"Yup." The brunette nodded at her friend. "Most of them don't catch up with her wit. Actually I don't mind, as her personal wing-woman, I can assure you Lydia, you haven't met the worthy." She added, sounding like overprotective big sister.

Isaac wrinkled his eyebrows and turned to Scott.

"Sounds familiar to you?"

Scott laughed at that, increasing girls' curiosity.

"Yeah, but see our douchebag, as smart as he is, is a douchebag. That's why he flirts with everything from the age of babies to toothless women. Tha-Yo, whaddup, man?!"

Lydia closed her eyes in annoyance at the guy who was apparently Scott's best friend. She was between laughing and rolling her eyes.

"Stiles! Come meet these beautiful ladies."

Lydia watched as Stiles approached Allison and shook her hand, checking her out up and down.

"My brother has a taste." He flashed at her and Allison seemed happy with her evaluation.

"And this-" Scott started, pulling his girl closer to his side, but Stiles was quicker. He already stared back at Lydia happily, like a kid, who had just gotten a candy.

"This is the Little One." He stated sassy.

"This is the douchebag." She backfired.

For a minute three of them observed the dark boy and the red girl. Stiles looked like he was eating her with her eyes and Lydia was a whirl between frustration and curiosity.

"No, dude…" Scott said, his eyes going back and forth to Lydia and Stiles. He knew this look on his best friend all too well.

"I'm Stiles. Stilinski." He held out his hand to her and she took it after a second of consideration.

"The one and only." She couldn't help herself.

"Are you done? Now?" He asked half smiling. Stiles tried to avoid how nicely her little hand fit his one and how his always cold fingers enjoyed the pulling warmness from her, spreading over his palm.

"And there goes a point for you. I'm Lydia Martin."

He stood there dangerously close to her, his thumb rubbing circles on her hand. That he was still holding. He watched her like a predator, but she stood her own. Though Lydia blinked a few times, she still held his gaze.

"Stiles? Dude?!" Isaac clicked his fingers in front of his friend.

"Snap out of it, Stiles. And don't even think about it. She's like my sister." Allison said, pretending to sound casually, but she was obviously intrigued.

Scott closed his eyes for a brief second and shook his head.

"Baby, you just told him no."

"So?"

"So now he's not going to stop." Isaac added.

Lydia listened to them and finally pulled her hand out of Stiles' tight grip.

"What are you, a child, if someone tells you you can't have it, you want it more?"

He snorted and licked his lips.

"Yes." Both Scott and Isaac answered, to which Lydia laughed.

"That's a lovely sound." Stiles stated.

Lydia rolled her eyes again but still couldn't help but smile.

"See, I can make you smile? I'm not a total bastard." He put his fist in the air like he had just won something.

"I didn't say you were a bastard."

"Do I dare say, that you, princess, implied?"

"No." Lydia smiled. "I just don't like the idea of making a foregone conclusion about flirting with me, for the sole reason of having a vagina."

He left out an honest laugh and looked at the girl with absolute adoration.

"Clever as the Devil, and twice as pretty."

Whole group except for Stiles took a slug of their drinks. This was getting interesting.

"I am really starting to dislike you, honey." Lydia said, feeling the liquid courage running through her.

"You know what they say, dislike is akin to lust."

"That's not an expression."

"It is in my world."

Now it was her time to laugh. This boy was forwardly amatory but at the same time he looked like a kid in a candy store.

"Are you actually saying these words?" She giggled.

"You laugh like a four year old." Stiles noted amused, his eyes getting wider and wider, as she enjoyed talking to this girl in front of her.

"I was just thinking the same about you." The girl answered.

He coughed in disbelief and took one confident step closer.

"I'm pretty sure you were just undressing me with your eyes."

Lydia's lips slowly curved into a smile and leisurely walked to him, mirroring his confidence. Not enough that she was already very close to him, she stood on her tiptoes, and leaned into his ear.

Her ravishing smell made him dizzy, just as her soft breathing over his neck.

"Believe me, Stiles Stilinski, I was adding more clothes." She whispered.

She was teasing him badly. In that moment, when she pulled away from him, he wanted to grab her like any other girl he knew and he could already count fifty different positions he could throw her on his bed. Everything about her made him ache. His pulse raced from her perfume, his lips wanted to kiss that sass off of her lips and he was sure that his burning eyes matched his quickening breathing.

But at the same time, no matter what fantasy this amazing girl would take him to, he was attracted to her wit the most. She was obviously an educated girl, and smart was always sexy for him. No matter how she may have flirted with him tonight, or maybe, teased him tonight; he understood from their first conversation: she won't put up with his shit. And that taunted him, badly.

He had no idea what the hell has gotten into him. She got under his skin by just talking to him.

"Okay, so...whatever it was." Allison started.

"Come on, we'll walk you home." Scott said.

"They just came." Stiles said, irritated, giving a fuming quick look to his best friend, then looking back at Lydia. Who, at this moment was not paying much attention to him.

"I'm sorry I'm stealing her away from you, Scott." Lydia said genuinely. "But we should go back to our dorm. Hey, I'm not a party pooper; it's just that on the way here we got a message that something was broken with our boiler, or something? And I have to find out what it is, because I really need to shower tonight."

"I have a shower." Stiles interrupted. Now for the first time all night, that didn't sound like a pick up line, he was talking seriously.

"Give it up, she's not sleeping with you." Isaac blurted out.

Stiles nodded, still looking at Lydia.

"I don't want to sleep with her. I'm being friendly to my best friend's girlfriend's best friend."

That caught her attention. So now, he didn't want to sleep with her. Her questioning eyes almost gave her away but she managed to take control.

"Thank you, gentlemen," she emphasized. "But we'll figure it out."

As they were saying their goodbyes, Allison and Scott were a mess of hands and dark hair, so Lydia decided to leave them for a minute there. She was extremely happy for her sister. And even though she didn't know him, she mentally approved Scott. It's those eyes!

"Well," Stiles disturbed her thoughts. "It was… surreal, meeting you, Little One."

"You know my name," She smiled carefully at him.

"But you are Little."

"I think my name maybe works better."

"I don't really are what you think." He answered, playfully.

"Bye, Isaac, nice meeting you." She smiled at the British guy and then turned to say goodbye to Stiles, as Allison was already making her way towards her.

"Don't worry, Lydia Martin, I'll contact you." The smug in his voice and on his face was back.

She didn't say anything; she just rolled her eyes at him, leaving him wanting for more.

She realized that she was going to see him again.

Alcohol in her veins also told her that the man was rude, crude and inappropriate, and it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and she is going to enjoy every damn minute of it.