A/N: This is just a story I decided to write after I watched Teen Wolf. It came to me when Stiles demanded that Lydia dance with him at the formal, I have no idea why it came to me but I'm glad it did. I hope you guys like the prologue.

Prologue: Formality.

The whole night had been a drunken haze. I remember little bits and pieces, but so much of the night was missing from my mind. I woke up with the migraine that followed a night of heavy drinking, a sign that meant the punch had most definitely been spiked by more than just my ex-boyfriend. I had tried to sit up, only to find out that it made my whole body feel as if the world was dropping from beneath it. I opted to relax back into the bed and let the hangover take control. It was a Saturday today so I would have all day to lounge in bed without my mum finding out that I had been drinking the night before.

I drifted in and out of sleep for a while after initially waking up, not really opening my eyes or taking notice of the world around me. It wasn't until I felt something shift beside me, that I opened my eyes properly and looked around at where I was. I wasn't in my large bed at home, I was in a small double bed in a strange room I'd never been in before. And beside me was a very sleepy and very naked Stiles Stilinski. My whole body tensed, which he seemed to notice straight away. He opened his eyes, leaning up on one arm while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He hadn't realised he wasn't alone because when he caught site of me laying down under the covers next to him he jumped up out of the bed. I closed my eyes, avoiding the naked piece of his body that seemed to be right at eyelevel. He started to mutter and make apologies in only a way that Stiles could, and it made me wonder how this had even happened in the first place.

I tried, in the blur that my hangover caused, to make sense of everything that had happened last night. I remembered getting ready for the winter formal and Stiles picking me up in his Jeep. He had driven us both to the school and after Jackson had completely ignored me he told me I was beautiful, boosting my confidence enough to not worry about being seen with him on school grounds. Allison, who was with Jackson, had gone off dancing with him while Stiles and I sat in an uncomfortable silence for ages. It was around that point where things got truly blurred. Stiles and I had danced, things got more blurry as we had more punch and I had gone off on a search to find a noticeably absent Jackson. I couldn't remember if I had found him or not, but I remembered catching a taxi and I remembered Stiles.

He was still talking in the real world, having put on some boxers and pants. He kept apologising and telling me he would drive me home if I had wanted him to. I slowly shifted from lying down into a sitting position, having to pull the blanket up with me due to my nakedness, which I hadn't noticed yet. My blood ran cold. It made sense that if Stiles was naked then I would be as well, but it didn't mean it wouldn't come as a shock. I stared blankly up at Stiles for a moment before looking around trying to locate my clothes. He was fully dressed in an outfit that didn't match at all, but was something he would usually wear anyway. He seemed to see that I was naked in his bed and he stopped and just stared at me in awe.

I didn't know exactly how to handle this situation, I knew that Stiles had a little crush on me for years but I didn't in any want to encourage that. But I had, hadn't I? I had slept with him and I didn't even remember it. I secured the blanket around my body and slipped off of the edge of the bed, picking up my bra and underwear before sneakily putting them both on without showing him anything. My dress wasn't anywhere in the room that I could see, but I felt it was safe enough to place the blanket on the bed again when I was at least half dressed.

Stiles had continued on in his ramblings of apologies and small titbits of nonsense, talking this time about how punch at school dances was now something he would avoid. He looked up at me again, meeting my eyes for the first time before letting them wonder down my body. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable in your dress?"

"Excellent observation Stiles," I muttered, placing on manicured hand on my bare hip, "I would be wearing my dress if I could see it anywhere in your room. Which I can't, so I'm not."

He looked confused for moment and then, in a totally flustered and overly Stiles way, he tripped over himself searching for my satin dress from the night before. He spoke softly to himself as he looked under his bed, under piles of his clothes from last night, and through the bedding on his bed. Halfway through throwing his doona and sheets up in the air he seemed to realise something and turned to head out of his room, leaving me alone. I looked around his room carefully, feeling slightly cold standing in my underwear, and noticed that his room was nothing how I'd imagined it. I had imagined posters of half-naked women on every wall, bookshelves full of figurines and superhero comics, and stupid cartoon bedsheets. Instead I found bare walls except for a couple of band posters, bookshelves filled with books about a whole range of different things, and plain brown bedsheets that matched the colour scheme throughout the room.

I didn't know what amazed me so much about Stiles' bedroom. Whether it was the fact it was completely different to what I had seen of other teenagers' bedrooms, or if it was the fact that it seemed to suite him well. I didn't know Stiles too much, we'd only spoked a few times since we'd met in 3rd grade, but from what I understood he messed around a lot in school with Scott and he was a benchwarmer for our lacrosse team. For some reason, the idea of him even having any books with more words than pictures seemed to shock me and interest me, and I was intrigued about how different he looked in my eyes since last night.

I didn't remember a lot from the night before. I didn't remember coming here with him, and I definitely didn't remember sleeping with him. But from what I could remember from the formal last night, he was perfectly gentlemanly with me. He didn't act stupid, and the only time he'd been rude was when I blatantly refused to dance with him. I wondered what had happened for the both of us to end up in his bed, and I secretly wondered if it was any good.

Stiles practically fell back into the room, catching his footing and trying to make it look like he'd done it on purpose. In his left hand he held my dress tightly, the silk material scrunched into a tight ball. I immediately felt protective over the dress that had cost me nearly $300 and I snatched it as soon as he was within reach. He didn't seem to notice my worry at the dress as he busied himself with the messed up bedding, ignoring me so that I could get dressed.

"Where was it?" I questioned, unravelling it and slipping it over my body. Once I had my arms in the sleeves I reached behind me to zip it up, and when that was done I felt a bit more comfortable with Stiles looking at me.

He paused for a moment and looked dumbstruck, pointing hurriedly towards his bedroom door. "I kind of remembered taking it off as we made our way upstairs. It's probably a good things that my dad's bedroom is downstairs and that he slept in the office last night."

I hadn't even thought about the fact that Stiles' dad could have caught us. But I'm sure if the Sheriff had seen anything, he would have stopped it or had a number of questions about it. I felt almost nervous about being caught, which was new for me. Usually I was sober when I slept with people, and the type of people I slept with didn't have parents who cared much about what they did. But one thing I knew about Stiles was that he was close to his dad. Closer than Jackson was to his parents, and way closer than I was with my own.

"That's good then, no awkward questions for either of us."

"Won't your mum ask about why you didn't come home last night?" His question took me off guard. Neither of my parents paid me much attention since they'd decided to get a divorce. And because I lived with my mum, and new her schedule off by heart, I knew she would have gone out on an all-night date out of town last night. I would be able to slip back home, shower and change into something suitable for a Saturday with a hangover, and my mum would be none the wiser.

"My mums out of town on business, so I'm in the clear." I paused briefly, feeling in that moment the full force of how awkward this situation was between us. Stiles was still looking at me with admiring eyes, but it was evident he too could feel that this was a weird moment for the both of us. "But, I should head home just in case she comes home early."

He nodded his head and scratched the back of his head nervously. I looked at his shirt that said 'stud' with a picture of a muffin on it, and I looked at the tracksuit pants he wore with them. Anywhere but his eyes, I told myself. I couldn't bring myself to look into his doe-like eyes. I nodded along with him, brushing my tangled hair over my shoulder, and moving my weight from one leg to the other.

"I can drive you home if you like?" He offered, he reached to the nightstand to get his car keys which sat there, but I shook my head remembering how we had gotten a taxi here last night. His car would still be parked in the school parking lot.

"I can catch a taxi, your car is still at the school. Remember, we got a taxi?"

He looked confused for a moment, before agreeing softly whispering how he'd have to go and get that before his dad got home from his shift at the sheriff's station. I retrieved my clutch purse and shoes from beside the bedroom door, and I called the taxi company while I slipped the heels onto my feet. I turned to Stiles when I hung up the phone, unsure what to say to the guy I barely knew but had spent the night with. I didn't know whether I should let him down with an 'I'm sorry I slept with you last night I'm not interested', or if I should do the right thing and get to know him. I really didn't feel like making more of a mess of things by basically telling him last night meant nothing, because no doubt Stiles would tell Scott, and Scott would tell Allison.

"Yeah, right. I remember now." He rubbed the back of his neck again, and then began to fiddle and rub his arms. "So, what now?"

"What now?" I repeated, unsure of how to answer his question. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't experienced anything like this before, and I didn't want to do anything that would make everything worse. But I also didn't want to do anything that I didn't want to do. "Well, I'm not really feeling 100% right now. This hangover will probably be really bad for most of today. Why don't we take today to recover from last night, and I can call or text you tomorrow?"

He seemed to agree, lightening up at the prospect that I would speak to him again. He let a deep breath out that I hadn't realised he was holding, and his shoulders relaxed slightly. He then led me downstairs to the kitchen, getting us both a much needed glass of water, while we waited for my ride home to arrive. I sipped the water slowly, savouring how good it felt. Stiles seemed to be feeling the same way, taking just as much time with his glass as I was with mine. It was about ten minutes later when a car horn beeped outside in Stiles' driveway. He walked me to the door and I watched him stand in the doorway as the taxi pulled out onto the street. He stayed there until I reached the end of his road, and in the distance I could see his front door close.

When I got home I paid the taxi driver and made my way up the stairs to my front door. I could hear Prada barking inside, probably hungry and needing to be let out the backyard to go to the toilet. I opened the door and walked in, smiling and trying not to let the noise my dog was making get to me. With each tiny, ear splitting bark my head exploded more and more. I was grateful for her going quiet as I filled her food and water bowl and placed her outside. She was primarily an outside dog, but today's circumstances meant that she would have to brave the outside for the time being.

I discarded my messy dress and underwear in my laundry hamper as I turned on my claw-foot, antique, bathtub. Opting for a nice and calming bath, rather than a quick and less satisfying shower. I knew that if I took the time to soak in the tub it would settle my stomach and sooth my aching head. It also meant I would probably sleep a little better when I laid down afterwards.

The bath was heaven. Filled to the brim with hot water and bubble bath, the air in my bathroom becoming steamy and warm. I brushed my hair quickly before I gathered my soap and hair products, and slipped effortlessly into the water. First off I dipped my head under the water, soaking my hair and pushing the wet mass over one shoulder. I leant back against the comfortable bath edge and closed my eyes. The water was numbing ever ache and strain in my body and I smiled softly at how nice it felt against my overworked hips.

My eyes shot open and it was as if I was registering that I, Lydia Martin, had spent last night in bed with Stiles. I mean, I had obviously realised it early and was shocked by it then, but now I was alone relaxed and certain memories were coming back to me. I could remember how it had felt for him to kiss me, his lips hesitant and greedy; I could remember his shaking hands as the made their way over my body and held me to his; I also remembered him whispering how beautiful I was and how no one would ever compare to me.

Unlike Jackson, and the guys that had come before him, I remembered how Stiles had been nervous and had kept asking me if it was okay. He was gentle and treated me with respect, which made something well up in my chest. Almost all of the other guys I had been with had taken control, told me what they wanted and I'd given it to them. Not Stiles. He had wanted me to tell him what to do, he didn't want anything that I didn't want to give over. Of course, we had both been drunk during it all, but that didn't change how Stiles treated me.

I sat soaking in the bathtub for a long time before I moved to clean any part of my body. When I did begin to wash myself it was when I could feel the water starting to cool down. I made quick work of it, the longest part being shampooing and conditioning my hair. I let the water out once I was done and got into my most comfortable pair of pyjamas before climbing into my king sized bed and placing my face mask over my eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to a knock at my bedroom door and my mum announcing that she was home and that she had brought me some lunch from a café we both liked. I sat up carefully, removing my eye mask and slipping out of bed. I made my way downstairs and into the dining room where my mum had already set the table and had both of our chicken salads on plates.

She was waiting patiently for me sit opposite her at the table, looking over paperwork that most likely had to do with settlement stuff for the divorce. She smiled up at me, not looking at me with her eyes. I was used to the mother who was always there, but was never truly there. She was around a fair bit, but didn't have an active role in anything I did, unless it had to do with my hair or the clothes I wore. We both ate in silence, I watched her as she sighed parts of the papers she was going through, and crossing out and writing notes where she saw fit.

"How did the dance go last night, sweetheart?" She asked, looking up and meeting my waiting eyes. My fork paused on its way to my mouth and I placed it back down on my half-empty plate.

"It was good. I went with the sheriff's son, Stiles. Jackson and Allison went together as friends, because Scott was banned from going. But, they had half-decent music and the teachers who chaperoned didn't force any stupid rules on us." I didn't give as many details as I usually would, but my mum seemed pleased with my answer because she smiled and laughed lightly.

"I didn't realise that you were friends with the Sheriff's son?"

"I'm not, really." I cut in quickly, and regretted it because I didn't really know how to explain it all.

"Oh, then why did you go with him to the dance? Trying to get out of a parking ticket or something?"

"No, not anything like that." I laughed along with her, because of course that would be her first thought. "I did it as a favour to Allison. This was before Scott was banned from coming to the dance. She asked me to go with Stiles because he didn't have anyone to go with, and I didn't mind because I've already dated all the good looking guys on the lacrosse team. Except Danny, but that's because he's gay. Anyway, I had fun, and he was nice enough."

"That's good then, I'm glad it turned out."

We both went back to eating our salads and the conversation died down to nothing. She continued to look through more papers, grimacing at whatever it was she read and didn't like. I pushed the remainder of my salad around my plate, thinking about Stiles and wondering what he was doing right now. I hoped he wouldn't tell Scott about what had happened last night, at least not until he and I figured out what exactly to do about it. I wouldn't be angry if he did tell Scott, but it would be better if it was just between us. I made a point of promising myself, in my head, that I wouldn't tell Allison. Hopefully I'd be able to hold off until tomorrow when both Stiles and I could discuss it, and when my head wasn't pounding so hard I could barely hear my own thoughts.