Chapter Two:

His eyelashes were glued together, his stomach nauseous, and his head was pounding, ferociously. His extra-long legs were hanging over the couch and his hair a twisted mess. Slowly, he lifted off the couch, wiping the excess drool off of his chin. There was a reason why Stiles normally didn't drink and the way he was feeling in the now, only confirmed that fact. Must have been the Jell-O shots, he thought to himself. Another fact, that he didn't care to admit, was for a brief second, he didn't even know what couch he had collapsed on. But, one look at that familiar floral pattern couch and he knew that the couch belonged to his best buddy Scott.

In fact, after finally opened one glued eye shut, he spotted Scott playing X-Box. Of course, Scott would be in perfect condition, his wavy hair perfectly in place, in casual jeans, a plaid shirt, munching on some Cheetos and Mountain Dew. But, what Stiles instantly zoned on was the big smile plastered all over Scott's face. It was a look that Stiles knew well, the look that Scott knew something he didn't.

"So, what gives buddy? You might as well say it now while the chips are already down?"

Scott's beaming smile got even bigger. "So, how are you feeling today, Stiles?"

Stiles continued to look at his best friend who had moved right next to him. It was obvious that Scott was trying his best to not laugh at whatever the situation is.

Stiles made a grimace. "That bad, huh?"

Scott winked at him and said, "It's something I'm going to let you figure out for yourself but let's just say I am pretty impressed, especially for you."

Stiles wasn't going to press the matter especially since his only thought was some Tylenol and a soft pillow on his own bed. But, he couldn't help but notice the smiles on some more faces, Allison and Derek's, as he exited Scott's house. Maybe, later after a few hours' sleep, he would cruise you tube to make sure that whatever he had done was not plastered on YouTube. He was always an accident waiting to happen!

Lydia was in complete and utter shock at what transpired the night before. Stiles had been drunk, but had taken the initiative on her! She had always been the master in their friendship, or whatever you want to call it. It had always been her making the move on all of her boyfriends. And freaking Stiles had totally bombarded her lips for heaven's sake! And it was the most amazing kiss she had ever experienced. Skinny Stiles with his boyish looks and innocence had done better than her perfectly sculpted boy toys. She could not believe it and it was replaying in her mind, over and over again, so much that she could barely sleep a wink.

It's not that she didn't care about Stiles. He was so funny, always making her laugh and challenging her with his thoughts and ideas on werewolf's and other pressing matters. But, he was in the friend zone so she would have to straighten him out on a few things. But, who had ever thought, that Stiles could take her and possess her like that. It was exciting and scary at the same time. She couldn't help but wonder if this side of Stiles was part of her imagination, or something he drank. At the same time, his confession on New Year's Eve showed that he was really lonely and wanted to be in a relationship. Kissing like that, would sure make his job easier, that's for sure.

She told herself to shake it off and continued to dress in her school clothes. They would have to talk today, it was imperative that she make the friend thing very clear. Hopefully, she wouldn't break his heart. So, she waited at her locker for him to appear but he never did. And as class dragged on, it was apparent that he had stayed home for the day probably because he was embarrassed at his behavior. There was always tomorrow.

When tomorrow finally came, Lydia spotted Stiles smiling and cracking jokes with Scott. He even had the nerve to walk up to her and say hi in passing. Then, she realized he was acting like nothing had ever happened which made her feel even more angry. It was like the kiss meant nothing to him; a kiss from Lydia was always a big deal! Just ask Ethan and Jackson!

Near the end of the day, she walked up him and gave him her best practiced annoyed look. Apparently, she was pissed at him again.

"And, why do you seem to be mad at me today, Lydia?"

"Seriously, you know why?"

Her eyes were like hot coals. "No, I do not know why you are mad at me Lydia." He gave her his annoyed look right back at her.

"Not funny, Stiles, even for you. I thought you were different."

He didn't get the situation at all and it was confusing the hell out of him. Judging by the look in her eyes and her stiff stature, Stiles had done something very wrong.

"Is it something that happened at the party? "That was his only guess.

"Right, Stiles, you have no clue whatsoever, hmmm. I get it; well, two can play at this game."

Her dark eyes flashed, burning into his own. He could have sworn that he caught her staring at his lips for a second. For a second, he felt a deep heat invade his body. But, with one more stare from her, she took off down the hallway.

Stiles was deeply confused and figured it was time to talk to Scott about what had happened at the party that he still didn't remember.