"So, a pack of alphas," Stiles prompted for discussion as he lead Scott down the block.
"I thought we were going to a party?"
"Well you've got to be thinking about that since this," he gestures to Scott's face, "Is not your party face."
"Isn't it weird to go to another high school's party?"
"C'mon, I know this girl; tonight no more Allison, no more Lydia, tonight is going to be fun." Stiles noted Scott's lack of interest. "We'll talk about alphas and hunters and seriously bad life choices tomorrow, this is a party, Scott, live a little."
"Okay, tonight we're moving on!" Scott was adamant about sounding positive.
"Hell yes!"
So day two and they were already off to a party. At least I'm young; I could probably blend in since it didn't seem to be only one school's party. I mean this job is pretty sweet; all I have to worry about is underage drinking and the cops showing up. I slipped in just before them and quickly grabbed a Solo cup so I wouldn't look out of place.
It appeared to be some girl's birthday party. She was blonde, 17 or 18, and okay wow she exclaimed "Stiles" and ran over and gave him a kiss. Was that seriously how teens greeted each other? Probably not, Stiles looked as incredulous as I felt. His friend, Scott, was also standing with a gaping jaw. Stiles went off with the birthday girl and Scott walked over to the blonde's friend. All he had to do was say "Hey," she checked him out and walked away. Okay, not that much had changed since I went to public school.
Scott frowned and looked at himself. Typical guy, self-conscious after being denied once. Girls dealt with being checked out on a daily basis because it just happens but heaven forbid a guy get checked out and denied. He looked down at his phone, probably a good move, he wouldn't want to look like he had no friends or anything. He glanced over the screen and slipped it back into his pocket and oh go why was he walking towards me?
Luckily the chat didn't last long. The cops didn't come. By the time the two teens left the party they were still relatively sober.
"Where'd your lady-friend go?"
"Where'd you go?" Stiles shot back.
"Allison had-" Scott tried before he was interrupted.
"Oh my god do you ever listen to me? We were supposed to be moving on!" Stiles threw his hands up.
"It was important," Scott at least had the decency to look around before continuing, "werewolf business."
"Like what, did her father decide to revive his crusade to kill you?"
"No, there was a girl looking for me and she left bruises on Allison and Lydia's arms that made a pattern and Allison thought I might know..."
"That? That is your defense?" Stiles sputtered.
"We're not dating but can't I care about her anyways?"
"When I came upstairs I saw you talking to a girl," Stiles challenged.
"Yeah, you ditched me for your friend, Heather; I didn't want to look like a loner."
"So the girl, you like her?"
"I was being polite! She didn't have anyone to talk to either."
"Why so defensive?" Stiles inquired.
"Because maybe I'm not ready for you to shove me into a relationship with a girl I just met?"
"Did you at least get her number?"
"She said she was visiting her cousin and not from around here."
"Oh god, that means she wasn't interested, what did you say to her?"
"She was looking around, surveying everyone else so I asked her if she was looking for someone."
"Oh my god you are such a stalker."
"Well Heather ran out on you, it's not like you did any better," Scott notes.
"It was her party, she had to be a hostess and stuff."
"Then why did no one know where she went?"
They were just walking up the driveway to Stiles' house; Scott was staying the night since the sheriff was working night shift again.
"Can we continue this tomorrow?" Stiles asked as he unlocked the door.
"Do we have to?" Scott asked, shutting the door behind him.
"It seems to agitate you, so, yes," Stiles smirked.
AN: I'll try to have the next chapter out quicker, review and lemme know what you think :)