A/N: So this story is also posted on wattpad under the same title. This is the first chapter and I recommend listening to 'Cheap Thrills' by Sia while reading coz I'm so in love with that song. Enjoy...
"I don't need no other, honey,
As long as I can feel the beat."
"Oh god, this is gonna suck." Stiles whispered to Scott as he watched Lydia's impossibly long legs strut down the pavement in heels 6 inches high.
"Do you think I should call Kira, I know she said she didn't want to come but-" Stiles rolled his eyes at is friends constant need to make sure everyone was okay.
"Kira's fine, would you quit smothering her already."
"Shut up, I'm not smothering her." Scott swatted Stiles in the chest half heartedly and checked his phone again.
"Why do we even have to go to this stupid party?" Stiles ran a hand over his face as if it was tiring him out just thinking about it. Lydia had insisted that they all go out to some college party her new bestie invited her too. Said bestie, 'Tilly', was not a hit among the pack. She was, in the easiest way to describe it, Lydia, minus them. Scott and Stiles had discussed it thoroughly and decided that Tilly is exactly who Lydia would be if she never became part of the pack. She was arrogant and sharp tongued, just like Lydia. But she was also excitable and wild. Things Lydia has lacked since all the near death experiences. He was definitely happy she'd found someone, since after Allison died she didn't seem to have any close close friend. Not like she'd been with the hunter, no one like what Scott was to him. Only problem was Tilly was not the kind of friend he wanted Lydia around. She was, to say it nicely, a whore. He wasn't one for slut shaming, but he couldn't help but judge her by the stories Lydia told him. Not to mention her incessant flirting with everyone, including him. He'd constantly find her sitting too close to him on the couch and sometimes she was bold enough to just outright sit in his lap. He'd always push her off and scoff at the smirk she'd wear on her face. Then he'd revel in the daggers Lydia shot at her for the next few hours. Of course he never called her out on the irritation she'd wear on her face in the form of a scowl. He definitely enjoyed it too much.
His eyes drifted to the female walking beside Lydia in front of them. She was tall, taller than Lydia. Her legs were long and tanned on show for everyone in the tiny shorts she was wearing. Her hair was short, a blonde colour he was sure came out of a bottle, no matter how much she insisted. It reached past her shoulders and stopped at the top of her visible 'under top' (that's what she'd called it). Tilly was certainly confident in her looks, which to her credit he couldn't blame her for. She was hot, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone aloud. She had a pretty face, big brown eyes, constantly hidden under layers of black mascara and smokey make up. Just like tonight for example. She was wearing a more than see-through white blouse, her strappy black bra purposefully picked out to match the leather shorts her top was tucked into. He knew before they'd even got to the house she wouldn't be sleeping in her own bed tonight, it wouldn't be hard to pull off considering her attire and the amount of drunk frat boys they were about to stumble upon.
Even though Tilly looked great, she had nothing on the strawberry blonde fire cracker beside her. Lydia had dressed in a white print dress with blacks flecks all over, it was short, showing off her legs in those huge black stilettos. It suited her flawlessly, making him bite his nails while watching her hips move rhythmically. He snapped his eyes back to her head, quickly realising how pervy he was being. Her make up was a little more subtle than Tilly's but it was still a lot. Her thick eyelashes fanned all the way up to her eyebrows and her black eyeshadow reached just as far. He was thankful that they had their backs to them at the moment because if she could see the way he was looking at her she'd probably slap him. Not to mention the fact that her dress dipped to her waist at the front, showing more cleavage than what was considered modest.
"I can't believe everyone else got away with this." Scott muttered to Stiles, irritation lacing his tone. It was true they were the only ones Lydia had actually successfully forced to go. She'd gotten Stiles to go easy peasy with just a smirk and a low cut top. Scott had tried his best to get out of it, telling Lydia he was spending the evening with Kira. Only for Kira to tell Lydia she didn't want to go because she can't get drunk. Scott had tried to use the same excuse but it fell flat and Lydia had told him they needed a designated driver, the poor boy was stuck. Then there was the were-coyote who just said 'no' from her spot on the couch. Tilly had been quick to dismiss Malia saying if she didn't want to go then whatever. It was safe to say Tilly got on the worst with Malia. It was nothing either had done, their personalities simply clashed. She was honest and Tilly was too. It just didn't work. But they kept to themselves, neither wanting to cause trouble.
"I know." Stiles sighed, wringing his hands together and biting his lip as Lydia's dress inched a little higher.
Scott whined, "Easy for you to say, at least you can get drunk and find someone to get laid. I can't do either of those."
"What did you just say?" A whirlwind of strawberry blond spun around to face them, an accusatory finger pointed at Scott. They stopped dead in their tracks.
"I was just saying I-" Scott stuttered desperately trying to find the right words to fix whatever he'd done.
"Are you saying you want to get laid McCall?! What? is Kira not enough for you?!" Lydia took a step closer. Stiles tried to focus on helping his friend get by with his life but Lydia was leaning forwards and he was focusing all his energy on not looking at her chest.
"No! that isn't- I didn't mean, Lyds I-" Scott actually sounded a little offended at the insinuation. For once he was actually thankful for Tilly speaking.
"Lyds, calm down its Scott, you can't actually think he'd do anything."
"No, I wouldn't, nada, not a thing, I swear." Scott spoke convincingly. Of course Lydia knew he was telling the truth but she couldn't help threaten the wellbeing of his balls before turning and walking towards the house party with Tilly laughing next to her.
The boys both let out a deep breath, sharing a look of 'thank god we're still alive' before following the girls across the road and into the house with beer kegs and music deafeningly loud, clearly made to overpower the moans and cries of drunken teens from every broom closet they passed. Stiles cringed as he accidentally heard the moan of a name from the toilet. The girls had disappeared to who knows where and Scott and Stiles were making their way through the crowds to find some drinks. "Hey I think it's over there."
He followed Scott towards a table loaded with more kinds of booze Stiles even knew existed. He reached for a bottle of whiskey when he was startled by a feminine voice shouting 'hey' behind him. He turned just in time to see Kira and Scott kiss in greeting. He winced and looked away as it got a little heated.
Malia seemed to have arrived with her and walked up to him with a grin on her face, "hey, so, turns out sitting at home watching finding nemo for the twentieth time is not as much fun as hanging around a few hundred drunk hormonal teenagers with loud music and loud sex, completely sober, and with abnormally good hearing."
He chuckled while pouring a drink, "who'd have thought huh?". He smiled pouring her a drink anyway.
"It was Kira's idea, she was literally pacing the room because her boyfriend was at a party without her." Malia drunk the whole cups contents in one swig before standing next to him to survey the crowd.
"Well, I'm sorry you're stuck here...sober." He watched as some brown haired girl starting making out with a random hunk with his hands on her hips. He grimaced as they seemed to forget they were in public and started groping in the middle of the makeshift dance floor.
"Nah, I was the one who suggested it." He looked at the blue eyed girl just in time to see her down another drink. He raised his eyebrows impressed despite the fact she'd have to drink at least 10 times that amount to even get a little buzzed.
"You did? How come?"
"Well I've been thinking," she stood next to him again watching the dancing teenagers with a humoured expression. "I think, in preparation for college and all the crap that comes with it, I wanna have a one night stand."
Stiles suppressed a laugh, trying his best to be respectful, "okay...and how exactly is that gonna prepare you for college?" He couldn't help the smirk that graced his lips.
Malia didn't seem to notice anything, "well, it's just that I seemed to have missed out on so much growing up while I was, y'know, in the woods." She leaned a little closer so that she wouldn't have to shout that part over the music and he could've sworn she smelt like Kira. "And if Kira's right, everyone kind of goes a little crazy with the whole sex thing in college, and I don't know I just..." He didn't say anything as she contemplated what to say, "I was always like 10 steps behind everyone, even when we dated I never really knew what I was doing y'know, like how to speak to other boys, how to know when to hold your hand, or how to react when you spoke to other girls. I felt like everyone knew something I didn't, which I guess they kind of did... Anyway, this time, I wanna be ahead. If everyone's 'gonna start having these new experiences I wanna have already had them. I want to be the mature one y'know. When Lydia tells me she left her scarf at some random guys apartment, I wanna speak from experience for once. I want to know something that no one else does. Do you get it?"
"Not really, but if you wanna go have sex, no one's gonna stop you." He hid his smile behind a red cup. He knew behind Malia's intentions there was probably a lot more logic, but she wasn't the best at explaining it. He shrugged and looked around the room, "any targets?"
"I want someone to have sex with not bury in my garden." She looked over the crowds too, her eyes stopped somewhere and an amused smile spread across her face. He followed her line of sight to a flash of strawberry blonde. Lydia was stood off the side of the dance floor some hunky dark haired boy pushing her up against a wall. He swallowed down the rest of his drink, his glare never leaving the couple, oblivious to everyone else. His hands were holding onto her hips in a firm grip and hers were on the back of his neck pulling him down to her height. Stiles burned holes into the back of the guys head but he was too wrapped up in Lydia to notice anything. "That was quick huh?" He heard Malia half laughing as she turned around to pour another drink.
"Yeah I guess." He finally tore his eyes away and instead focused on refilling his cup. And swallowing down the green monster in his throat.
"Hey, you okay?" She placed a comforting hand on his arm, "I know how you get at parties? You feeling any anxiety?" She sounded genuinely concerned, it was endearing how much she could care about her friends. Even the friends she used to date.
"Yeah, no I'm great. Well, great may be a- I'm fine." He shrugged smiling back. She dropped her hand from his arm and took a step back, "well I'm gonna find someone to dance with since I'm assuming your not down with that," she paused waiting for him to shake his head, she smiled when he did and continued, "you'll be okay?"
"Yeah, go have fun." He gestured for her to go which she did. One red cup in her left hand as she disappeared into the crowds.
He stood awkwardly for a few minutes not really sure what to do before some teens came to get drinks and he decided to go find Scott.
He was nearly escaped into the kitchen when a tall blonde blocked his path, "Tilly, hey." He greeted her smile with his own.
"You looking for Lydia?" Her voice was surprisingly sober compared to her swaying stance.
His mind flashed images of her moments ago and he swallowed down the urge to groan in annoyance "No I-"
"Speak of the devil..." Tilly trailed off as Lydia strolled up to stand beside him.
"Hey." She smiled at them both, bringing the red cup to her lips. He felt a spark of electricity shoot down his spine when their eyes met. Something that only happened when she was drunk and not caring enough to conceal the predatory look in her eyes. That was another look he'd never called her out on, he enjoyed that one too much too.
"Hey where'd you disappear to? I lost you for a minute there." Tilly was looking at Lydia with a hint of something in her eyes, some sort of sardonic pride maybe? He gave up trying to put his finger on it when he heard Lydia clear her throat awkwardly.
He turned his attention on to the smaller girl, of course he knew where she'd been, he was just curious to whether she'd say it.
She smirked and met Tilly's eyes with a stubbornness he saw everyday, "doesn't matter, I'm here now." She shrugged, a drunken grin spreading across her face. She had that look that reminded him of 'the cat that got the cream' phrase and it made his stomach churn that someone else put it there.
Tilly opened her mouth no doubt to vocalise some snarky remark, but he cut her off in an attempt to steer the conversation from Lydia's conquest. "You seen Malia? Her and Kira got here like a minute ago."
Lydia raised her eyebrows slightly about to answer him, "Malia? She's here? greeeeat" Tilly's sarcasm was hard to miss, Lydia leaned forward and slapped her arm, a glare on her face. "Hey, I'm drunk it's not my fault." She shrugged, "I'm gonna go see if anyone can go lend me a spliff, catch you guys later..." She smirked as she backed up towards the door until the crowds swallowed her up and neither could see her.
"I didn't know she was in to that kind of stuff." Stiles tried to sound casual like he was used to it, but he coughed a little in the middle causing a blush to colour his cheeks.
"She's not, which means I should probably go check up on her, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Lydia handed him the empty cup she'd downed and started heading in the same direction as Tilly, "Have fun, yeah? See you 'round." She flashed him a flirtatious smile which had his heart skipping a beat before he lost sight of her through a group of dancing girls.
XxxxxX
Lydia finally caught up to Tilly outside the front of the house. She was stood chatting to Danny and a girl she'd never seen before.
"Hey." Lydia came to a stop beside her best friend, looking the new girl up and down.
"Hey, Lydia," Danny greeted her kindly. She raised an eyebrow, a fake smile plastered on her face. It wasn't that she held any resentment to her friend for leaving for 2 years without a single word, but the girl next to him had a look on her face that just screamed trouble and it made Lydia's stomach churn. "Uh, right this is um, Sienna, she's just visiting here for a few days from England." Danny gestured to the - dyed - blonde next to him. Her hair was long and curled gently towards the ends. She had a pretty face, black eyeliner circling her sweet blue eyes. She was wearing a long sleeved, floral dress that looked like it belonged over a swimsuit. She was pretty sure that girl wouldn't be bending down at all tonight considering how short it was.
Lydia smiled sweetly at the girl, "England huh?"
"Yep, first time in America and my boyfriend suggests I make a trip down to some town I've never heard of to meet some of his friends he's never spoken of." Her accent was irritatingly amazing. "Luckily for me he was right, they're all great." She grinned at Danny, as he laughed at her compliment.
Lydia hesitated for a moment. Her stomach was doing that thing it did where she could feel something awful coming. "You're boyfriend. From England? Suggested you come to Beacon Hills to meet his friend Danny?" Lydia could practically feel the pieces fitting together in her head.
"Yeah, he grew up here. Jackson Whittmore. Do you know him?" Lydia narrowed her eyes for a second. Something about the way she asked the question made Lydia think she already knew the answer.
"Uhh, rings a bell. I think we went to high school together..." Sarcasm. If she'd learnt anything from Stiles it was that sarcasm was a good way to get out of saying something you really didn't want to say. Fortunately, Danny and Tilly chuckled lightly while Sienna looked between them with a tight smile. "We dated for a while until junior year, 3 years to be precise." Lydia spoke politely. Feeling a little less like a deer in headlights now. Sienna made a noise that fell somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, her eyes meeting Lydia's with an equal amount of defiance. She was grateful in that moment that she was wearing 6 inch heels as they put her to the same height as the girl in flat sandals in front of her.
"Oh, well it was nice to meet you, you too Tammy-"
"Oh no, it's actually Tilly." She smiled and laughed a little.
Sienna actually looked a little flustered, "oh I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names sorry." She put a hand to her face in embarrassment.
"Oh no it's fine." Tilly waved her off reassuringly.
"I should go and find my friend though. I'll catch you later for a dance Danny." She strode off before he could disagree.
"Bitch." Tilly spoke with emphasis.
"You're just saying that because she forgot your name." Danny chuckled gently.
Lydia didn't know what Tilly said next because she took of rather abruptly towards the jeep parked down the street. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she heard the sound of her name being called. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text message to Stiles, if there was anyone who wanted to go home as much as she did it was him.
"Lydia, where are you going?" Tilly caught up to her, falling in step immediately.
"I'm going home, this party's a drag."
"It's not that bad. Don't tell me your leaving just because of that girl. Lydia, who cares? She's just some random British girl. Fuck her."
"Fuck you." Lydia spat, not looking her in the eyes.
"Okay, hey, woah, stop." Tilly tugged on her arm forcing her to meet her gaze and stop walking. "Why are you getting all mad at me?"
"Because, I want. To. Go. Home. And right now your getting in my way." Tilly rolled her eyes and looked away, her 'tell' that she was intimidated. "Goodnight." Lydia continued walking again, choosing not to look if Tilly was following her.
Her head was a little fuzzy, which no doubt came from the 3 vodka cups she'd consumed. She glanced up at the full moon above her head. It's brightness was illuminating the night in a dim glow. She could see the stars all twinkling across the blackness. It was beautiful.
Her admiration for the night was interrupted suddenly by a noise. she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was almost like scratching...scraping? It was definitely metallic. Lydia's mind was flashing a familiar word but she pushed it to the back of her mind. She hesitated as she took a step forwards. Her eyes concentrated on the car she was walking next to. She could've sworn it came from behind it. In her head she could just picture a boy crouched by the number plate, marking the car with his keys as a prank; but that stupid feeling in her gut told her this was much more complicated. She tried to make as little noise as possible as she shuffled forwards. She couldn't bring herself to look away for even a second, the impending feeling that something was about to jump out from behind the black ford. She felt her hands raise to her middle on instinct. The need to defend herself becoming more apparent.
Her eyes quickly scanned every square inch of pavement she could see for feet. There were none. She kept moving forwards, gulping in air like she was drowning.
She was only a few feet away and she paused, readying herself for whatever monster was lurking in the shadows. One more step.
Nothing. She peered around the car, even doing a double take. There was nothing, no one. She looked at the number plate for a moment. She could've sworn there was something. She glared at the moon as if it had lied to her. She was probably more drunk than she thought. Lydia spun on her heel prepared to take off towards the car again.
She sucked in as much breath as she could before the feeling of a heavy weight crushed on top of her. She barely had a second to catch herself as she fell to the ground.
Her head connected with the Tarmac and the pain resonated in her mind. She felt the body on top of her grab at her arms, trying to pin her down. They were barely on the ground for a second before she let out a scream. The less than familiar ripples in the air sent him propelling backwards over a few metres distance. Lydia quickly rose to her elbows. The feeling of panic making her heart triple its pace.
Lydia was still on the ground and vulnerable as the boy rose to his feet. Lydia quickly recognised his youth, he was probably only a little younger than her. He didn't look strong, a thin and lanky body. But as she trailed up his figure, there was the unmistakable colour of his eyes. Yellow. Beta. Full moon.
If she wasn't in such a panic she would've laughed at the simplicity of her new problem. Simplicity? Since when did werewolves become a simple teenage problem? Her mind wasn't allowed to wander as he began taking steps towards her, his fangs being shown to her in a roar of aggression. The hair sprouted as he was fully transformed. Lydia audibly gulped. She kicked her feet, desperately pushing herself backwards, further away, her eyes never leaving his. Preparing herself to fight a fully transformed werewolf on a full moon, who the fuck did she think she was? She heard scuffling behind her before the sickeningly familiar voice of someone who was definitely not supposed to be there.
"Oh, my god." Tilly stood over her, the fear in her voice scaring Lydia even more. The werewolf stopped though, temporarily surprised. Lydia knew she couldn't waste a second. Moving her feet to dive at the creature. However before she could make her move, someone seemed to make it for her.
The boy was pulled back by the dirtied t-shirt he wore and thrown back into the yard of some poor neighbour. The familiar red of Scott's eyes were a fucking blessing. He turned away from her and growled at the beta with all the intention in the world. His roar resonating around the houses.
She was suddenly distracted from the boys' face off by two hands wrapping around her arms. She was yanked to her feet on which she wobbled for a second but righted herself immediately.
"Lydia, are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" Stiles long fingers ran up and down her bare arms as he looked her up and down for injuries. She wanted to reply but the words died in her throat.
She turned to see Scott and the beta still staring at each other with their wolf eyes. She watched with anticipation before they were all taken by surprise. A female body jumped in between them turning to face Scott. Her eyes were burning red and her teeth were sharp and daring. Her roar matched the ferocity of Scott's as she positioned herself half in front of the beta. She couldn't see much because of the lack of light, but from what it looked like there was some sort of staring contest. The female alpha and her beta against Scott.
The only sounds that could be heard were the small growls from the three animals. Stiles and Tilly were both silent beside her. Her mind suddenly raced to thoughts of her pack. Kira and Malia were nowhere in sight.
Yells could be heard as a tall boy ran up to them. He was sprinting as if his life depended on it. "Wait, no don't do anything, just stop!" She recognised the voice, Danny. She looked back to the wolves, and suddenly she saw it. It was harder to recognise her before, but now she did. Sienna. The alpha with red eyes was Sienna.
How was it that the more she found out the more she didn't know. Danny finally stopped sprinting and just stood in front of them panting hard. She felt rather than saw Kira and Malia stand behind her, them too watching the exchange.
"Danny?" Scott sounded confused as his fangs and hair disappeared leaving only his red eyes.
"It's okay, she's okay. Sienna he's good, this is Scott." The girl too transformed back, her eyes even changing to the blue she'd seen before. Her arm reached behind her, latching onto the yellow eyed kids who still had murder on his face.
"What the hell is happening right now?!" Scott looked between the girl and Danny, confusion clouding out the red in his irises.
"She's Jackson's alpha, she's a part of his pack, she's the alpha in his pack. In Jackson's pack." The words tumbled out of Danny in a heated mess but everyone seemed to get the idea.
"What? J-Jacksons pack? Wha..." Stiles' questions died down and they all stood there in a shocked confusion. No one really sure what move to make.
Scott, of course was the first to break the silence. "Why did he attack Lydia?"
Sienna was still breathing rather deeply, she looked at a loss for words for a moment, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "He's only had one full moon before, he hasn't learnt yet."
"Well then tie him up." Scott almost growled again.
"I did, I'm new to this though. I thought the chains would be enough." The girl was almost whining at him. Her hand tightened around the beta's arm as he tried to break free. She was facing him now, her back to them. Lydia couldn't hear what she was saying, but the whispered words got him to calm down. He changed back a little but Lydia refused to look at him.
"She's telling the truth. She's here because she wants your help, Scott." Danny took a bold step forwards. The simple words sounding like they came from Gandhi himself in the way he spoke.
"You want help on how to be an alpha?" Scott looked her up and down, a questioning look on his face.
"I just... Can we not do this now?" She looked a little hopeless and for a second Lydia felt a semblance of pity for her. She can't imagine having to fly half way around the world to ask a man she'd never met for help on how to control her pack. The feminist in Lydia weeped.
"Yeah, okay. No one else needs to get hurt." Scott swallowed and turned to walk towards her and Stiles. "I'm gonna help her contain him for tonight, okay? Lydia, did he hurt you?" Scott searched her eyes until she gave a gentle shake of her head.
"Dude, we don't even know her...Jackson's in her pack for gods sake, if that doesn't give you a hint. She's trouble, we should stay out of it." Stiles angry whispered, leaning towards Scott and trying not to let her hear.
"If I don't help, he could attack someone else. I can't let that happen. Take Lydia home," Scott threw Stiles the keys to his jeep, to which he caught rather smoothly. "Make sure she's safe and call me later, okay?" Scott sounded decided as he beckoned Malia towards him. "I'll be okay, Malia's gonna stay with me, if it came down to a fight, we'd be fine." Scott gave them a smug wink before backing away. Lydia and Stiles stared after him for a while as him and the others huddled around without them.
"Where's Kira...and Tilly? Oh, my god, she saw him, she saw his eyes a-and Scott." Panic arose again in her chest. She didn't want Tilly to know. She couldn't find out.
"It's okay, Kira took her home while they were staring at each other. She said she'll take care of it." Lydia frowned at him. He had his hands on her arms again rubbing up and down in soothing motions.
The overwhelming feeling of exhaustion took over as the adrenaline drained from her body. She knew she needed to ask what was happening to Tilly, to find out where she was. But the trust she wanted so badly to have with people, and the ache she felt in her bones was too much. She didn't mutter a word as Stiles carefully led her down the now calm street. Her mind slowly reeled as she thought about what the neighbours might be thinking of the noises they'd been hearing all night. Whether any of them had opened their curtains to the sight of hairy teens with glowing eyes. The feeling of not giving a fuck was too tempting though, and she decided to let it go.
She rested her head against the car window as she watched the houses roll past. She counted and counted until her eyes drifted shut. The last thing she remembered was the feeling of brown eyes watching her from the drivers seat.