They came on time at least, in Jackson's fancy silver car with the music blaring out. Stiles sighed, climbing in and immediately was wedged next to Allison, Erica and Scott in the back, and Lydia turned to him smiling sweetly and said hi.

What she said last night must have been really bad. Bad enough she felt guilt tripped into acknowledging his presence something that happened rarely.

"So what do you remember about his looks?" Scott asked, tearing his eyes away from Allison for a moment.

"Are you kidding me? You're seriously bringing it up again? It was a one time thing Stile's-get the fuck over it-the guy wasn't into you," Jackson said maliciously from the driver's seat, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. Stiles narrowed his eyes and give him is best bitch glare, although he knew he couldn't see him, and sunk down in his seat.

"I thought that was the reason we were going."

"Jackson shut up," Lydia spoke.

"Just cause you told him-"

"Jackson shut up!"

"Okay okay."

Stiles turned his body so he was facing out the window, deciding that he was going to ignore what they were saying as he didn't want to know anyway. He was going find his wolf, and tell him how sad he was inside, because he was losing his friend, and he wished he was around people who liked him. And he was going to tell him that Scott was too wrapped up in Allison to even notice him, and how that made him want to punch a wall, because he was always there for him. And the wolf guy wouldn't care, or wouldn't listen, but Stiles wanted to tell someone.

He scrambled out the car as soon as he could, wondering when they were going to leave so he could start his quest. He was going to find this guy, even if his supposed best friend wasn't going to help him.

"Sorry about Jackson- he's a bit grumpy. Its cause being in a house with a load of hung-over teenagers would put anyone in a bad mood you know?"

"No I don't."

"Oh come on Stiles lighten up. We're altogether it's going to be fun. Don't ruin it."

He could have strangled him. He really could have.

"Hey Jackson, what did lover boy look like?"

"Really Lydia?"

"Was he tanned with a really sexy stubble?"

"Um yeah he was tanned...?"

"And did he have a very angry-looking face?"

"After Stiles kissed him yeah. Wait how?"

"Well that guy looks like he's seen a ghost, and is also giving us the evils. You think that's him?" Lydia said pointing over Stile's shoulder to look at him.

Well 'look' was an understatement. Stiles stared, not giving a damn that he was caught looking, because that guy was really something. He was tanned for a starter; like really really tanned, even though his face had gone white as a sheet from shock. And he really did have the sexy stubble thing going on along his jaw line, oh god his jaw line. It was defined and angular, and he had cheek bones. Cheekbones! Had he seriously kissed that guy?

"Is that him?" Stiles whispered as though he could hear him, which was utterly ridiculous because he was all the way over on the other side of the park.

"Yeah looks like it by the way he looks terrified that you're going to go over," Allison chipped in, looking at him with a dreamy expression herself. Stiles would look to see his Scott was irritated by it, which he definitely was, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

"You know what I gotta do right?" said Stiles, still keeping his voice down.

"Go talk to him?" Scott said.

"Go talk to him," Stile repeated, smiling with a goofy grin.

"Not a good idea. Its all about playing hard to get Stiles," Lydia said, shaking her head tutting while re-doing her lipstick; eyes still trained on his guy.

"No I think I should really go over there," Stiles replied, not really bothered about the whole playing hard to get thing. That worked for pretty girls who only needed to pout to get a guys attention, Stiles would know.

"Dude, he wasn't into you, drop it," Jackson was saying, but Stiles had already began walking over. It was only then that Stiles noticed that his wolf was in fact sitting next to another guy, definitely not on a date by the collection of textbooks scattered.

If only he had a ball or something that he could "accidentally" throw at them for an excuse to go over there. He felt like an idiot walking up, with his palms sweating and heart rate increasing, but he tried to smile friendly as he walked, some guy with glasses too big for his face staring him down.

What could he even say? Hi my name is Stiles, and I think we made out? Or, hey I'm Stiles, and I may or may not have accidentally attacked you with my lips, depending on whether Jackson is a bull-shiter or not? Maybe he could just bring up the party and hope there were both there? Yeah that seemed like a good idea.

"Er hey sorry to interrupt but me and my friends were trying to work out whether you guys were at the party last night or not? I voted for yes, and wanted to prove them all wrong," Stiles blabbered, losing most control over his mouth as wow, wolf guy looked totally even hotter closer up.

"Yeah just to pick up my sister," glasses guy said, "Some bitch kissed her boyfriend, and I had to pick her up," he sounded bitter, but that might have just been his accent.

"Oh that sucks. Do you know a name?" Stile replied, not caring in the least. All he cared about was hat Mr hot wolf was sitting 2 steps away from him, and he smelled nice. Like really nice.

"Lydia I think. I dunno, she was sobbing while she complained. I don't see how this is any of your business?" the guy was annoying, and had a really stupid posh accent that made him sound as though he was born into the royal family or something. Then again, his jeans probably cost more than Stile's house, so maybe he was?

Plus, he had totally bought the whole thing up in the first place, which was practically asking Stiles to make it his business.

"Lydia? Haha she's sitting right there? Small world huh?" Stiles laughed, although it was slightly forced, while pointing over towards her, and decided now was a good time to place himself in between the 2 boys, his legs crossed underneath him.

"Oh you guys are studying? On a weekend? Awesome- what is this- Chemistry?" Stiles rushed ignoring the irritated expression on glasses boy and the kinda scared kinda angry expression on his wolf. Why had he even started to call him his wolf boy?

And who even studied in a park on the weekend?

"Yes but-"

"Great- I'm really good at Chemistry," Stiles said, dragging a textbook closer to him.

"Do we know you?"

"Yes can you please leave," wolf boy said for the first time, and his voice was just the most perfect rough gruff thing ever. No way in hell was Stiles leaving now.

"Yeah. I'm Stiles. Met you at last nights party. Hey weren't you the one I...hugged?" Stiles added, turning his head towards where wolf boy was sitting, and gave him a coy smile. He growled slightly under his breath with a threatening glare fixed on his face , but a red colouring flushed his cheeks which made him less intimidating and more...cute. Defiantly cute.

"You assaulted me!"

"Assaulted? Dude you hugged me back."

"I think you've become delusional-I shoved you off."

"You know I might have been really really drunk, but seeing your face, its jogged my memory. And I am 100% sure that you defiantly hugged me back."

Stiles made a point by staring at his lips as he said it, a goofy grin playing on his lips. The guy however was getting more and more wound up- clutching his fists tightly and biting his tongue, probably leaving indents.

"Like I said- you were probably delusional. We gotta go" he snarled, gathering up his notes and stuffing them into a black bag with some fancy logo on it.

"Okay..." glasses boy replied, his eyebrows knotted in confusion as he followed his lead.

No no no no this was bad. Like really bad. He couldn't go now; he needed a number or something! He had to act quick. And then suddenly a spark of genius. Stiles was a genius. It was though a light bulb had suddenly turned on above his head-ping.

"Right well I'll see you guys soon then," Stiles said, getting up and brushing glass off him.

"Hope not," he heard, but he was already walking back to Scott and the others, his right hand dug deep into his pocket, clinging on tightly to now a crumpled piece of paper, a smile of victory worn proudly on his face.