Thank for you the great reviews, keep them coming! We writers really appreciate the reviews; it's what makes this extra worthwhile (other than the enjoyment of writing of course!)A couple of people said about a Stiles POV chapter and I thought I'd let you know there won't be one :( sorry, I hope it doesn't ruin it for you. The whole point is that Stiles is kind of a mystery and you don't really know what he's thinking. Thank you for reading, sorry for this long paragraph!
Jackson pulled us into a restaurant and we both clambered out of the car. I followed him inside and he let me choose where to sit (by the window of course!) The waitress brought us menus and we both examined them. I glanced at the prices of each meal, they were so expensive! Just a salad cost $24.00! What's so special about it, do they scrape diamonds on it?!
I carefully eyed the cheapest option, which was a pasta dish I had never heard of. The waitress came back and waited patiently for our orders. She looked posh and she sneered her nose down at my outfit before turning to Jackson and smiling softly. He was wearing a posh tuxedo and looked gorgeous so I couldn't blame her.
"I'll have the lobster thermidor please", he beamed up at her and she blushed as she wrote down the meal. She then turned to me and her smile dropped completely.
"I'll have the fettuccine alfredo please?" I tried to be as polite as I possibly could. I don't know why, she was being horrible to me. She didn't say a word as she wrote down my order and then she turned back to Jackson again and her smile returned.
"Anything else?" she asked in a cute, soft and sweet voice and he glanced back at the menu.
"A bottle of red wine to share and two wine glasses", he decided and then folded up his menu. I did the same and the waitress left.
Jackson and I chatted while we waited for our food. The wine was brought over and he opened the bottle and poured some out into a glass for me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I hated wine so I sucked it up and drank, forcing my face not to turn disgusted. Luckily I didn't have to drink a lot because we talked too much for me to even try. Eventually, the food came and it looked amazing. The portions were tiny but I had expected that from a place like this. There were forks lined up next to my plate with different amounts of prongs and different shapes ends. I had no idea what I was doing.
"The end one on the left", Jackson laughed. I followed his instructions and picked up the end fork on the left.
"Thanks", I giggled and we both dug into our food, still talking. The date was going amazingly and I was having a lot of fun. Some topics of conversation were boring but only because I didn't know much about what he was saying. If I did, I bet they would be interesting.
A couple of hours later, we finished our food and the tab was brought to our table. Jackson immediately grabbed it and paid for our meal. Thank god, I didn't have enough to cover what we just ate!
"Thanks for paying", I told him as we walked outside, back towards his car. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him.
"It's my rules. I always pay for my girls meals", he grinned and released his grip on me so that he could get into the car. Goosebumps appeared on my skin – he had just called me his girl. What did he mean by that?
I got into the car and he drove back to the campus. We pulled up outside dorm b and we both got out. He stepped along the gravel over to where I stood and my heart beat picked up; he was going to kiss me.
"I had fun tonight", he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and stepped closer to me. My heart was now at my throat and I was scared I was about to puke it up.
"Me too", I managed to choke out and he leant forward, inching towards my face. Our lips touched and his arm slipped around my back. We stood there for a few moments kissing. It was good. It wasn't fireworks unleashing behind my eyes like the movies made out it was but it was nice. He stepped away and rubbed my cheek for a few seconds, smiling at me. Then he walked away towards dorm d and I was left stood alone.
Smiling like an idiot, I headed back towards my room. I couldn't wait to tell Allison everything! As I got into the building, Stiles was stood there right behind the door. I managed to stop myself from crashing into him for once, thank god. We stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before he spoke.
"I see your date went well", he smiled for a second and then his face returned to its normal unreadable self. My heart fluctuated again; had he seen Jackson and me kissing?
So what if he had? I was trying to get over him! "Yeah, pretty well", I beamed. Stiles nodded and then went past me and out of the dorm. How did he feel about the date? His face is so unreadable it's annoying!
I pushed him out of my head. Tonight was about Jackson! Rushing into room '24' I jumped onto Allison's bed and she groaned loudly. "I have news!" I bounced excitedly like a puppy waiting for a treat.
"Okay, tell me", Allison muttered to me tiredly, sitting up from under the duvet. Her eyes were still half closed and I felt bad. Maybe I should have waited until tomorrow to tell her.
"The date went awesome!" I started off and she nodded her head and yawned, "He took me to this really expensive place and paid for my meal", I continued. She didn't look as if she was particularly following the story properly but I carried on anyway, "When we got back here, he kissed me!" I concluded, leaving out most of the details like the rude waitress. I couldn't wait any longer to explain the kiss.
"He kissed you?" she opened her eyes wide but her tone wasn't filled with surprise, more like shock. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad but I didn't care; something good was finally happening and I knew she would support me whatever I did.
"Yes!" I nodded and started to bounce up and down on her bed.
"Let's talk tomorrow, I'm really tired", Allison shuffled her body so that she was lying down again and pulled the duvet over her head. I clambered off her and got into my own bed but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep yet. I lay in bed, unable to sleep while memories of the night and other random thoughts swirled through my head.
"Ally?" I whispered to check if she was still awake. She hummed in response so I continued, "Why does Stiles come in dorm b?"
She sighed loudly and pulled the duvet down off her face so that she could look at me, "What?" she had an impatient tone and a tired, husky voice.
"He lives with Scott in dorm d, so why does he come in dorm b?" I queried, "He doesn't talk to anyone else so he can't be visiting" I pondered.
"I don't know Lydia!" she groaned and rolled over to face the other way. I shut up about it but the thought didn't leave my head. Maybe he did have another friend that nobody knew about? Maybe he was a serial killer and kept someone chained up in dorm b? Or not…
I decided on asking him tomorrow in our lecture together. Wow, I had just kissed a really hot guy and all I could think about right now was Stiles… getting over him is a lot harder than I had expected.