After four shots of vodka and three glasses of whatever the purple drink was, I was drunk. Actually drunk is an understatement. Allison had slipped off into a corner to make-out with Scott but being 'buzzed', I didn't really care. Instead I had myself convinced it was a good idea to be in the middle of the room doing moves that some people would be generous enough to call dancing. I had briefly looked around for Stiles but couldn't find him – I don't even know why I looked, he didn't seem like the type to be at a party. Anyway, I had already decided that I hated him hadn't i?

"Hey", a voice called out behind me. I looked around to see a good-looking fair-haired guy with two drink glasses in his hands, "I got one for you too, saves me coming here to ask and then having to go all the way back", he grinned. This one was a confident one.

"What makes you think I want another drink?" I tried to sound normal but I could hear my words slurring out, great. His smile broadened as I took the glass from his hands and started to sip at it. "What?" I frowned slightly when he started to laugh.

"Just that you're sipping a shot glass is all", he shook his head and downed his. My cheeks turned pink when I noticed the size of the glass. Maybe I shouldn't be having any more drinks after all. I still downed it though and then everything else from that night faded.

My head was pounding but I forced my eyelids open anyway. I was lying in bed in a foreign room that I hadn't seen before. I was in nothing but a baggy men's t-shirt and my underwear. Sitting up, I started to panic; whose bed had I ended up in last night.

"Nothing happened", a familiar, husky voice sounded from the corner of the room… It was Stiles' voice. I faced him quickly, despite the pain radiating through my skull. He sat in the corner of the room in a small arm chair with his note pad on his knee. His pencil was shading in something on the paper.

"I didn't do anything?" I raised my eyebrows in surprise. It was surprising judging by the lack of memory I had from the amount of drinks.

"I meant between you and me", he answered quickly. I felt a twang of disappointment. No idea why, probably because I was hoping for a high to outweigh the hung-over low I was dealing with. "You definitely did something… more than one thing actually". He had a hint of a smirk on his lips but as usual his face was expressionless and unreadable.

I felt like dying – yet another bunch of moments to add to the growing list of things I have done to embarrass myself in front of Stiles Stilinski. "Oh god, just tell me what I did and get it over with", I groaned, leaning my head into my hands in shame.

"At first it was the usual stuff like dancing on table tops, singing really loudly and making out with the first person you made eye contact with", he finally looked up at me but still made no change in his expression. "Then you found me", he winced slightly as he said those words and my heart beat stopped. "You tried to dance with me, kiss me, more…"

"Oh my god I am so sorry", I literally felt like bursting into tears as brief, blurry memories came flooding back in.

"Eventually you threw up and passed out", he concluded, standing up and opening a small cabinet attached to his wall.

"Why am I in your bed in just a t-shirt?" I slowly asked, beginning to become worried that Stiles could a bit creepy. Nobody really knows anything about him except for Scott, so nobody could have warned me or knew what he was doing. No, Stiles didn't seem the type…

"Like I said, you threw up", Stiles gestured with his hand towards a small pile of clothes in the middle of the floor while still rummaging through the cabinet. They were mine – of course I had to ruin the expensive dress that Allison had so generously given me, of course. Then another thought occurred to me.

"So, you just carried me to your place and put me in your bed?" I raised one of my eyebrows and he turned around to frown at me. The first change in expression!

"No, you were already here. I share a dorm with Scott, our dorm has two bedrooms instead of just two beds", he finally found what he was looking for and closed the cupboard. There was a packet of pills in his hand. He popped one out and grabbed a glass of water that was already sitting on the side, obviously waiting for me.

"Here", he handed me the pill and the glass. I tried to identify the type of tablet just by looking at it because I was actually too nervous to ask in case he thought I didn't trust him, but I couldn't.

"What is it?" I forced myself to speak.

"Codeine", he told me, "It should help with the hangover"

I quickly shoved the pill in my mouth and downed it with water, desperate to get rid of the splitting head-ache I was experiencing and he actually smiled at me. It was more than a smile, there was a slight laugh attached to it. My heart started to lift until the depressing realisation that he was most likely mocking me kicked in.

"It should start to work soon. You should probably go home and sleep it off though", he had his serious expression back as he sat down in the arm chair. He was hinting at me to leave, I could tell.

"I should go and do that", I mumbled but I didn't know what to do, I had no clothes to wear.

"You can borrow my shirt, it's like a dress on you anyway so you should be covered", he squinted up at me and then went back to drawing. I nodded to the air and stood up to leave, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I practically screamed at how much of a state I looked, make-up smudged and hair stuck up in all different directions.

I grabbed my soiled clothes and forced my feet into my pumps. Then I practically ran across campus to get back over to dorm block 'B' and room '24'. Keying in I found Allison stood in the middle of the room with her phone in her hand, worry written across her face. She breathed out a loud, heavy sigh when she saw me and jumped into my arms.

"Lydia where the hell have you been?" she yelled but her voice was filled with more relief than anger. "I've been calling and calling you, don't you turn your phone on!"

I pulled it out – no charge. She rolled her eyes and hugged me again. "I was in Stiles' room", I blurted out before I could stop myself and immediately regretted it.

Her eyes gaped at me and her mouth fell open. "You and Stiles?" she made it clear by her tone that she was implying that I had had sex with him.

"Not in that way, I puked and passed out and he let me have his bed and a change of clothes. Sorry I ruined your dress", I tried to sound like it wasn't a big deal that I had been in his bed but it was unbelievably hard considering it was a huge deal.

"It's fine Lydia, I said you could have it", Allison answer quickly, trying to get back onto the topic of Stiles, "So Stiles likes you?"

"No I'm pretty sure he hates me, he was so desperate for me to leave this morning that he told me I could borrow his shirt to get me to leave quicker!" I forced a fake laugh but in reality I felt like curling into a ball and crying.

"Don't be naïve Lyd's, you wouldn't have been in his room if he didn't; it's Stiles freaking Stilinski for crying out loud, nobody goes in his room!" she had a huge smile spread across her cheeks and excitement written in her eyes, "I can't believe that Stiles actually likes someone, he didn't even do girlfriends before the accident!"

"And you don't have to believe it because it's not true, Stiles hates me. I can tell", I tried to convince her but she wasn't having any of it.

"Nope, Scott says you are the only other person he has spoken to apart from him", she reasoned.

"Oh yeah, he told me to get out of his seat and gave me a death glare when I wouldn't. Sounds like true love", I answered back sarcastically.

"Do you like him?" Allison smirked, clearly already suspecting the answer.

"No, he's rude and he's… he's… okay maybe a little", I bit my lip as she squealed loudly.

"Please don't do that, I have a hangover!" I winced and she smiled apologetically and, like you do, squealed again quietly to show she was listening.

"He likes you and you like him, this is perfect; you can help him!" she gushed while practically dancing on the spot.

"He doesn't like me back. You're reading into a small conversation and turning it into something it's not", I tried my hardest to get her to understand.

"Prove it!" she stated childishly. I explained it detail how Stiles ignored me and walked away every time we made contact, proving that he didn't speak to me and watched Allison's face drop like a child who had her Christmas presents stolen. "He likes you Lydia, I can feel it!" she still argued but I could tell that she wasn't as sure anymore.

We decided to skive the whole day. We were both super hung-over and didn't feel like sitting through any lectures. She laughed for ages when I told her about what Stiles told me I had done to him last night and then she told me to pick out a movie I liked for her to watch with me.

Halfway through 'The Notebook', when our eyes were filled with tears, Allison received a text from Scott asking if we wanted to hang out over at his.

"You can go if you want", I smiled, secretly hoping she would decline and stay with me to watch the rest of this movie that I had seen a hundred times.

"We both are, I'm not taking no as an answer. Get dressed", she instructed me. I sighed in protest but followed her instructions anyway.