"I should have never agreed to this."

Stiles gave his friend an unapologetic look. "You'll be fine." The blonde lady on the other side of the counter delivered their coffees and Scott sighed in relief.

"It's Monday at 9am, were idiots for taking this class." Scott took another sip of his coffee. He was dead serious. He was not the kind of person to wake up this early and have to think this hard.

"It's two hours of biochem and two hours of toxicology, not the end of the world. Plus most people have to take the classes separately. We're lucky." Scott rolled his eyes as they made their way to class quietly. He knew he was right, it was necessary and everyone said Professor Deaton's class was by far the best, but it's freaking 9am. On Monday. Give him some time to adjust.

"I liked you so much more when you barely went to school." Scott held the door open for him as he spoke and Stiles through a 'fuck off' look his way before heading into their first classroom. Scott would catch on eventually. They had spent their first two years in college mostly taking basic courses and this was the first time they had a full schedule of classes they were actually interested in, most of which were together, and for the first time in a long time Stiles didn't feel like he was standing still.

The classroom was freaking humongous. It was a normal college style lecture hall with an entire lab area off to the left with desks and a separate teaching area for what he guessed was for doing experiments and all the other good shit. Yep, he was stoked. He smacked his hands on the desk multiple times as he gave his best friend a stupid grin from their seats near the back.

Scott gave him a sincere smile after taking a real look around the classroom. "This is pretty awesome." Scott pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket, looking at his text. "Jackson's having a party tonight at his frat. He said spread the word, they're surprising Derek for his birthday."

Stiles chuckled. "Doesn't your brother hate parties?"

"Yep. This should be good." Derek was Scott's older brother. He was in Berkley's Master program and the head of the biggest frat on campus. And while he wasn't necessarily a saint, he was definitely taking college more serious as he got older and he left the partying to the weekend, not Monday night. Jackson was his brothers best friend and worst influence. He never disappoints with a party either.

Stiles nodded before his eyes moved to the door swinging open. Most of the class seemed to have filled up by the time she walked in, clicking heels taking most of the classrooms attention, and Scott looked up to see a pretty red head walking down their aisle, seemingly making her way to one of the empty seats past Stiles. Scott smiled at her when she approached him, tucking his legs in so she could pass and she gave him a friendly smile in return, muttering a thank you to him. Scott was still looking at her when her eyes averted to Stiles, looking slightly confused.

"Excuse me." She gestured to his long legs stretched out in front of her, blocking her path. The jerk was staring right at her and was just gonna make her stand there?

Scott looked to his friend, who's jaw was basically to the floor, looking the pretty girl up and down. He didn't really blame him for being attracted to her, she was gorgeous and probably one of the few girls on this campus with her hair and make up done and in a skirt and heels at 9 in the morning. Hell, even Scott was in sweatpants right now. Stiles had been decent enough to put on some burgundy jeans and a shirt without wrinkles.

The red heads finger snapping in Stiles face got both of their attention, as well as a few students around them. Stiles finally took a breath and his eyes grew wide when he realized he had been blatantly checking out the beautiful girl in front of him, and had made a slight ass out of himself. He quickly straightened up and let her pass and all she gave him was a perfectly arched eyebrow as she passed up the seat next to him to take a seat two down.

His eyes couldn't help but follow her, before he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned his head to Scott.

"What?"

"Dude, that was not smooth." He barely whispered, pushing him slightly as he released his shoulder.

Stiles sighed as he leaned back, stretching his legs back out. He thought he saw the red head glance his way at the action, but he figured it would be more in his favor to not stare at her again, mostly because it seemed to put him in some ridiculous trance where he didn't have a brain. "I'm aware, thanks."

Lydia cut her eyes to the constant foot tapping from the spikey haired jerk who thought shamelessly checking out girls was perfectly okay. He was cute, a few moles scattered around his face, and a real smile on him as he whispered something to the guy next to him, who, she noted had been perfectly polite, and was annoyed by her own thoughts. He was not freaking cute, he was a jerk.

Stiles decided to steal a glance after a minute, and was truly shocked to find her quickly turning her eyes away from him. She was staring. Stiles' eyebrows shot up as she quickly moved to pull her Mac out of her designer purse.

Lydia caught the shit eating grin on his face out of the corner of her eye as she cursed herself and quickly made herself busy with other things. Where in the hell was this teacher anyways? Class started ten minutes ago.

"We are genius' for taking this class." Stiles glanced over to Scott with the same grin and Scott had to chuckle at the rebuttal from his earlier claim. He knew that look anywhere. Before he could even speak to him, Stiles quickly jumped up and shuffled two seats down, plopping himself next to the pretty girl. Scott shook his head and pulled out his own laptop, distracting himself.

Lydia rolled her eyes when she saw him get up and sighed loudly when he sat next to her, his leg pressed up against hers. She continued to scroll through her Facebook feed. "Stiles."

He watched a corner of her mouth turn up, a cute dimple showing. She glanced at his outstretched hand before looking back to her laptop. "What in the hell is a Stiles?"

He smirked, resting his cheek on his knuckles as he looked her over again. She really was so pretty it smacked the air right out of him. He really didn't know what had come over him even coming to sit next her, she was so far out of his league, but it didn't matter at all to him, because the second he laid eyes on her he had to know everything there was to know about her. She was elegant and classy and sexy as hell, and he was basically a puddle on the floor. "I'm Stiles."

Lydia finally looked to him, his eyes were more golden now and his smile was sincere. He was leaning in close to her, and she could smell the Irish Spring soap from his morning shower. "That's nice." She offered, returning to her computer screen.

Lydia wanted to scream a thank you when the teacher finally walked in the class. The jerk hasn't said anything more, he just laughed softly and pulled out his laptop and started playing chess, his covered leg still pushed up against her bare one. She crossed her legs to separate them and already felt colder. She watched as his leg immediately started to tap again, his attention fully on the teacher.

"Good morning class! Sorry I'm late," he looked around curiously, "I'm not the most punctual, but that might have to change if I'm gonna have a class this full every Monday morning." He smiled. "I understand this is a long class and I try to keep it as casual as possible, aside from the occasional lecture you will mostly do labs and projects with your partners."

Lydia wanted to scream again, for a completely different reasons. Please dear god...

"Lucky for you if you sat next to someone you know today, because that's gonna be your partner for the rest of the year."

Lydia glanced to her left and actually cussed under her breath when she saw two girls a few seats down chatting. When she turned the other way he had that stupid smile on his face again. "You wanna go sit back by your friend now?"

"Nope."

"Please."

He almost looked offended. He glanced back towards Scott who was already talking to a pretty brunette sitting next to him. "You're out of luck." He chuckled, shrugging at her.

"Easy enough?" The professor continued when he noticed most of the class had seemed to find a partner. "Write both of your full names on a piece of paper and pass them all up front so I know, and then use the next hour to get acquainted. After that you're free to go, and I'll see you all on Wednesday for your first assignment." He offered another sincere smile before taking a seat behind his desk and kicking his feet up, opening a book.

What kind of sick jok-

Lydia's thoughts were interrupted when Stiles brushed her arm, holding a paper out with his full name on it. His arm stayed against hers until she grabbed it. "Stiles Stilinski?"

"The one and only."

She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at him before forcefully writing her name on the paper and flinging it back at him. He grabbed it effortlessly out of the air. "Lydia Martin."

She ignored him and he smiled at her before reaching his long arms over the empty seats and passing the paper to Scott, who was gathering them all. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier." He said honestly, looking intently at her. He didn't want to come off as some horny kid, because he liked to give himself more credit than that, but this girl right here made all of his inhibitions fly out of the window.

Her green eyes met his when she spoke. "You don't make me uncomfortable." He didn't, it wasn't as though she felt creeped out or threatened by him. She just knew he was only interested in getting in her pants like most 21 year old guys. She saw his smirk start to form and wanted to smack it off. "I just think you're an ass." She added, returning to her Facebook.

His mouth fell open. "What?! Why?"

She squinted at him, her eyebrows furrowed together. "Um, you think it's perfectly fine to check out every girl that passes you up, and then you just come over here with that dumb smirk and think what? I'm just gonna fall at your feet? Are you that dense?"

He laughed, because yes, he was pretty dense. "You got it all wrong."

She scoffed.

"Just you."

"Excuse me?"

He shrugged, looking her up and down. "I don't check out every girl, just you. You're beautiful and it completely took my breath away." Kinda thick but it was true.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"And I was sure I was gonna be the one falling at your feet." He joked, earning a small smile she quickly hid, shaking her head.

"Put your number in my phone." Stiles was holding his phone out to her and she grabbed it, surprising both of them when she didn't argue. She just figured she wouldn't of won anyways.

"I'm gonna text you the invite for Scott's," he pointed over his shoulder to his polite friend," brothers birthday party at his frat house tonight. You can bring anyone you want and it'll be a good time, so don't just knock it because I'm there," he winked at her when she cut her eyes at him. Like he knew what she was thinking. Jerk.

"You're in a frat?"

"God no," he laughed and she felt instant relief he wasn't a complete college fuckboy prototype. "Just his older brother. They throw a hell of a party though." He offered.

She glanced at him and considered if she wanted to go or not. She could drag Theo and Liam along and try to have a good time and not over think every little thing. "I promise not to bother you the whole time." He added for measure. She gave him an unconvinced look, pursing her lips together. "Okay," she shrugged, "thanks."

He smiled sincerely. "So can I ask what your major is?"

She sighed. She didn't really have a choice anyways. "Forensic Science."

There was that shit eating grin again.

"Mate, you're pathetic!" Issac and Scott were laughing at Stiles on the couch, Scott telling him all about his prime time performance with Lydia this morning. Stiles ignored them as he ate his sandwich, his attention on his phone.

"I'm surprised she agreed to be his partner." Issac joked, his eyes trained on Stiles.

"Oh fuck off." They both started laughing again and Stiles dropped his sandwich on his plate. "I'm gonna be a great partner." He added, matter-of-factly, taking another bite.

Issac and Scott were giving each other a doubtful look when he spoke again. "And when she marries me, I'll be a great husband." Both of their heads fell back on the couch, cracking up again.

Issac stood up, laughing still. "If I were you I wouldn't tell her just yet you're getting married." He winked at his friend. "I'm gonna go get ready for practice so we can get out of here." Scott and Stiles we're already in sweats and a t-shirts, ready to suit up in the rest of their hockey gear when they got to the rink.

"So, all you got was her name and major huh?" Scott asked when Stiles took a seat next to him.

"Yeah, and that was like pulling teeth. I'm hoping I have better luck tonight."

Scott laughed. "If she shows up, you'll already have done better than you did today." He winced when Stiles sucker punched him in the arm.

Issac came tumbling out of the room, his ice skates around his neck and his gym bag in his arm. "Yeah mates! Let's gooo! Best part of the day awaits!" You could always count on Issac to be way too excited about everything, it was the British in him. Scott and Stiles saved the excitement for game day, because they knew damn well coach was about to work them to near death.

"So since Stiles ditched you for a proper red head, who'd you end up partnered with?" Issac asked after they had all shuffled into Stiles' new jeep. It was the same blue as the one he had been driving since sophomore year, but a lot nicer, with a lot less duck tape.

Stiles took the turn out of their apartment quicker than usual, sending Issac flying to the other side of the back seat. Scott laughed, "This girl named Allison, I invited her tonight." He smiled confidently back to his friend.

"Is she cute?" Issac asked from his spot in the middle of the backseat, his arms leaning on both of his friends chairs.

"Extremely cute." Stiles threw in.

Issac dropped his mouth open in mock surprise. "Stiles, what would sweet Lydia think?"

"Probably relief." Scott threw in with a smirk. Issac snickered in the backseat when Stiles smacked him on back of the head. No matter what was gonna come of all this nonsense, he was confident it was gonna be a good show to watch.

Stiles was grateful when both of his friends chose to keep their mouths shut for the rest of the drive. It was bad enough he was probably going to have to work for awhile just to get Lydia to believe he wasn't some ass with no manners, but you can bet he was gonna put in all the work he needed to.

"Stilinski!" Stiles jumped at his locker, instantly feeling a warm hand grab the back of his neck.

"Hey coach!"

"Don't 'hey coach' me," he pulled Stiles to the center of the locker room, his normal grin sporting his face. "Hey losers, gather around!" All the other players in the room gave the coach their attention. "I just wanted to introduce everyone to their team captain, he's like a son to me, all of you should put some extra effort in your lives and play like him. Seriously," he looked around in disgust, "some of you are just pathetic." He smiled again, releasing Stiles. "Be on the ice in 5!"

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck, happy to see everyone just return to what they were doing before the interruption. Coach had a knack for making the announcement periodically throughout the year for the past two years. It was one of the many, many things that was off about the older man.

"Aren't you already the captain?" Issac was looking around, obviously confused.

"Yes, Issac." Half of the locker room answered.

Lydia had never been so relieved to get out of class before. She quickly went to the cafeteria to get some food to-go, before heading off to her dorm. She had moved her stuff in two days ago, but she stayed at Theo's last night and had yet to get to decorate or meet her roommate, which were two things she was pretty excited about. She spent her first two years here still living at her parents house, due to a slightly overprotective father, but after two years of arguing her case, something finally clicked and he decided to let up and let her experience life and she couldn't be more grateful for the timing.

Lydia wasted no time walking through the door, stopping in her tracks at the brunette girl sitting on the bed opposite of hers, reading a book. She was a little surprised anyone was there, most of the campus had been empty with classrooms full, since it was their first day back. It seemed like Lydia and the rest of Deaton's class were the only ones with a teacher that let people loose three hours early on the first day, not that it surprised her. It did make you wonder how the rest of the year was gonna go, at least on Monday and Wednesday mornings.

"Hey," Lydia smiled and the brunette smiled back at her, she looked kind of familiar, but Lydia couldn't pin point it. "I'm Lydia." She gave her a slightly awkward wave before laying down on her own bed, happy the girl didn't bother to get up for some formal greeting.

"I'm Allison," she smiled watching the girl crash onto her bed. "Hey, are you in Deaton's class?" Allison closed her book and sat up a little as she got a better look at her. There weren't many girls walking around here with long red hair and heels. Heels that she really needed to borrow at some point.

Lydia groaned as an image of a spikey haired jerk came into her mind, before lifting her head. She realized where she knew her from now, she was the girl that was partnered with nice, normal Scott.

"Yeah, thanks to you, I got partnered with one of the sexiest guys I have ever seen." Allison smirked at her, she really was thankful.

She had Lydia's attention now. "Huh?"

"Yeah, Scott said he got left in the dust because his friend chased after you, so I had to be his partner." She thought for a moment, "unless that was just a line he used." She smiled at the thought, shrugging.

Lydia rolled her eyes at her choice of words. Stiles was not chasing anything, at least if she had anything to say about it. "I wish it was a line, I'm stuck with the jerk all year. And to think if I would of come home last night I might just have been partnered with you!" Lydia wanted to laugh at the circumstances she put herself in.

"What did he do?" Allison was truly curious, Scott seemed like a genuinely nice guy so it surprised her that he would have friends that could really be considered jerks. Especially good looking ones like Stiles.

"He just gaped at me like I was some piece of meat! I almost kicked him just to get him out of my way." The thought made her smile.

"So hot guy checks you out and that pisses you off?" Lydia shot her an obvious look." Do you have a boyfriend or something?"

"No, but I do have self respect." She bit. In all honesty, Lydia just wasn't interested in having a relationship of any kind right now, she just wanted to focus on school without little distractions. Or tall distractions with spikey hair and a stupid grin.

Allison rolled her eyes at the cute girl opposite of her, she was gonna have some work on her hands loosening her up. She was up for the challenge. "So did he bring up Scott's brothers party?"

"Yes..." Allison's tone had a hint of mischief in it and Lydia glared at her, "but, I don't think I'm gonna go."

"You're going."

Lydia blinked at her. She wondered for a moment if her father had kept her so sheltered because everyone was as pushy as Stiles and Allison.

"So you're just gonna make your roommate go alone to some huge party?" She tried.

Lydia scoffed at her. "I'm not going to a party to get ditched in twenty minutes for a boy."

Allison looked to her. "I swear that I will not ditch you at any time. It'll be nice to tease Scott for a night anyways." She smirked.

Lydia laughed. "You are evil."

Allison winked at her. "Were leaving at 8." She added, before returning to her book.

"I was going to invite my friends Theo and Liam, can they tag along?" A big part of Lydia really did want to make some new friends, and she was willing to hang out with just her if that's what Allison preferred.

Allison shrugged. "The more the merrier." She shut her book again, more curious thoughts forming. "So you planning on torturing Stiles by inviting a few guys?" She teased, she could tell that bringing up a certain boy kinda bugged Lydia and she was gonna have her fun with it.

Lydia squinted at the girl across from her, really reconsidering the whole 'wanting to be friends' thing. "First of all, I'm sure the flirty jerk that is Stiles will be plenty preoccupied with the mass amounts of drunk girls that are actually willing to just let him in their pants,"

Allison raised an eyebrow at her tone.

"And second, Theo and Liam are gay. And a couple."

Allison smiled, cocking her head to the side at her new friend. "Well I think we should wait a little while to tell him, you know, see if he bursts a vein or something." She winked at the red head whose mouth was hanging open.

Lydia smiled at the girl before putting her head back in her pillow. The thought of teasing him to get a reaction out of him as he did to her crossing her mind, before she shook it out. "I can't handle you right now."

Allison laughed wholeheartedly. "I'll grow on you. So," she placed her book on the nightstand next to her bed. "Are all of your outfits that cute? Because if they are, I'm gonna need to borrow something tonight."

Lydia popped up quickly, a huge smile on her face that took Allison by surprise. This was a topic she was interested in. "I have the perfect dress for you!"

"So, are you sure you don't want Stiles to bother you tonight?" Allison asked. Lydia glared at her through the mirror she was putting her makeup on with. Allison was sitting on her bed waiting for Lydia with a huge smile on her face.

Allison was throughly impressed with this girls ability to put herself together. Hell even Allison looked amazing right now because of her. She had on one of Lydia's short cream dresses and her black leather jacket, with a pair of her own black heels. She had just let her hair down and put on some light make up. Lydia on the other hand looked like she was ready for a photo shoot with her long hair in perfect curls, the top center of her hair pulled back into a slight pump. She had on a short blue and burgundy plaid skirt and a matching burgundy crop top with dark blue leather jacket, and dark red strappy pumps. And while Allison had a feeling this was an everyday routine for her new friend, she wasn't gonna pass up a chance to tease her about Stiles.

"I'm trying not to think about Stiles, thank you." She smiled curtly at her.

"Well you could at least think about his well being."

Lydia swiveled around in her chair. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Allison held back her smile. "You're going to give the poor guy a heart attack." She winked, whistling appreciatively when Lydia stood and started to gather her things and put them in her purse.

Lydia chose to ignore her prior comments. "Ready to go?" She smiled sweetly, daring her to bring it up again.

"Oh you have no idea how ready I am for this."

Lydia and Allison entered the party with equally impressed looks, the house was packed with people drinking and laughing, music filling every room and people dancing in random places. She felt a smile cross her face at the sight of everyone enjoying themselves and the same feeling invading her. She and Allison found Scott at the same time, his smile beaming at them from the kitchen and his hand motioning for them to come over. She turned behind her to Theo and Liam, only to see Liam quickly making his way over to a group of people he knew after kissing Theo on the cheek. Theo shrugged and threw his arm around her as they made their way to the kitchen. "He's cute, is that him?" He whispered in her ear.

"No, that's Scott." She snapped her head to him. "And you better behave." He shrugged, crinkling his nose at her.

Lydia found him when they got to the kitchen, his back was turned to them and he was talking animatedly to two girls and a tall blonde boy as they passed a joint around. He hadn't noticed she was there yet, and she found herself wondering if she should say hi to him, before he let out a loud laugh, putting his arm around the dark blonde standing next to him. Just as she thought, she smiled, shaking her head. At least she dodged a bullet.

"Hey guys!" Scott smiled, giving both Allison and Lydia a hug, before holding his hand out to Theo. "I'm Scott."

Theo shook his hand with a smile. "Theo. Thanks for the invite, I've been working on getting Lydia to live a little for awhile now." He joked, nudging her arm.

She rolled her eyes at him before looking to Scott, grabbing his arm lightly. "I'm really not as dull as he's gonna make it seem, okay?"

Scott nodded, winking at her. "I'll only pretend to be listening." She winked back at him before taking the drink Allison brought her.

Stiles had turned around as soon as he heard a male voice say Lydia's name, and couldn't hide the shock on his face at the sight of Lydia joking with Scott, while another guy, only a little bit shorter than Stiles had his arm around her shoulder, their bodies close together, obviously comfortable. He gulped, before turning back to Kira, Malia, and Issac. "Pour me a shot."

"That's her huh?" Issac was directly across from him and had a full view. "Ouch." He added, watching the guy pull Lydia closer to him and whisper something in her ear. "That sucks."

"Issac, shut up."

"Thank you, Malia." Stiles and Kira said in unison.

Theo was pretty surprised by how taken aback the guy had been when he turned around, Stiles was so in shock he was sure he hadn't even noticed Theo was looking right at him. "You're in trouble." He chuckled into Lydia's ear, after he saw Stiles turn back around. This guy had it bad.

Lydia has seen his reaction out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help the bad feeling in her gut at the sad look on Stiles' face. She pinched Theo's hip and he quickly dropped his arm from around her, swearing under his breath. "You've had enough fun, go hang out with your boyfriend." She pointed out into the crowd sternly, she was not gonna let Theo mess with Stiles like that no matter how annoying he was, she was still a decent person.

He pouted as he walked away and she gave him a smile before returning to a conversation with Allison and Scott. It wasn't a moment later that the tall blonde boy that had been previously smoking with Stiles, made his way over to them along with the blonde that Stiles had his arm around earlier. They were holding enough shots for everyone.

"Introductory shots!" Issac shouted, smiling at them as he passed them around. He was happy to see no one object as they each took one. "I'm Issac, this is Malia." The blonde girl gave them a sincere smile. "And you're Allison, the pretty brunette Scott's interested in." Allison raised her eyebrows, looking over to Scott who was burying his cherry red face in his hand. She smiled wide before turning back to his wonderful friend. "And you must be Lydia, he wasn't lying when he said you were gorgeous now was he?"

Lydia gave him a good natured eye roll, before taking her shot with everyone else. "It's nice to meet you too, Issac." Lydia was gonna ignore the annoyingly curious feeling she got wondering what Stiles had said to his friends about her. She wondered if he actually had nice things to say, or just wanted to brag about a conquest.

Issac caught her anyways, a curious look on her face and she occasionally looked around the kitchen, only slightly apart of the conversation everyone else was having. "You want to dance?"

Lydia must of thought he was gonna say something else, because she had actual shock on her face at his question. He was smiling cheekily at her, sipping his drink. She really didn't mind the idea, she was just a little surprised it was some guy she just met asking her and not one of her friends, or the boy that wanted her to be here so badly. "Sure." She smiled back, grabbing his arm and nearly bouncing off to the living room. The vodka had started to kick in and she was ready to start enjoying herself.

Both of them stopped in their tracks when Scott grabbed Issac by the shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Helping." He mouthed with a wink, before twirling Lydia and dancing her off into the other room.

"We should totally stay in here and not be involved, right?" Allison, Malia, and Scott looked at each other momentarily, before quickly barreling into the other room, slightly tripping over each other in the process.