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Lydia and I eventually went back to the house. Jeff was waiting in the kitchen when we got back, his expression making it clear he was going to continue to argue with her.
"I'll go on the date," Lydia told him before he could say anything. His face filled with surprise and he couldn't find any words. "Stiles talked me into it. He was being a good friend and said I should try. That I might enjoy it," she emphasized the word 'friend' and smiled over in my direction, acting like she was thanking me or something to make it more believable to her dad.
"Well… that's great. He'll be at the party tonight as well, just so that you have an opportunity to get to know him better before your date," he spoke smugly, as if by this decision he was doing her a huge favour. If you wanted to do her a favour, you shouldn't have arranged the date in the first place.
"Sure," Lydia continued to smile at her father, "I should go and get ready then… you should too, Stiles. If you want," she shrugged and then disappeared to go upstairs. I shuffled awkwardly on my feet for a few seconds before deciding to follow her 'advice'. There was no way I would take as long as she would to get ready but it would beat the awkwardness of being downstairs.
I went through the kitchen door silently and tip-toed up the stairs, scared to make any noise for some reason. Lydia's bedroom door was closed and I thought about going in there for a second, but kept walking in case Jeff wanted to check on her.
I pushed open my own door to find the red-head perched on the end of my bed. I jumped, not expecting her to be there and she grinned as I clutched my heavily beating heart.
"Jumpy, aren't you?" she teased, standing up and using her index finger to tickle my side playfully. I slapped her hand away in mock annoyance.
"Don't do that! You scared me", I tried to stop a grin but it failed. "I thought you were getting ready, what are you doing in here?"
"Don't wanna see me, huh?" she continued to tease me, knowing full well that's not what I had meant. "I was going to help you pick out something to wear. Something to attract the ladies" she wiggled her eyebrows, beaming up at me again and I rolled my eyes.
"You aren't supposed to enjoy me talking to girls, you know that right?" I pushed my door closed so that I could be sure Jeff wouldn't hear us.
"I just thought it might be hot to watch you in action," she bit her bottom lip and brushed her fingers along the back of my neck, fully aware of how she was affecting me. "I'm kidding," she laughed at my furrowed eyebrows, "It might be kind funny though"
"And why would it be funny?" I wrapped my arms around her, locking her in place so that she couldn't escape and her laughter rose.
"I have to go and get ready, you know how long it takes me," she kissed my nose and I released her from my grip. "I'll meet you downstairs at 5:00pm?"
"Is that when the party starts?" I asked and she nodded, turning to walk out. "Lydia" I called to stop her, taking her tiny wrist in my hand. As she turned to see what I wanted, I stepped forward and kissed her. She found my face with her hand and kissed me back, slowly and deeply.
She smiled softly at me when we pulled away and then exited my room, leaving me smiling like an idiot like I usually was after kissing her. It took me exactly twenty minutes to get ready and by that time, I could only just hear her hairdryer fire up from down the corridor. I smiled to myself and rolled my eyes, falling backwards onto my bed to wait until 5.
By the time 5 came around, I could hear cars pulling up outside and music start to thump through my window. I headed downstairs to meet Lydia, like promised, only to find her stood in the kitchen with some posh kid in a suit. I looked down at my casual jeans and a plaid t-shirt and couldn't help but feel self-conscious as I walked towards them.
"Stiles," Lydia sounded slightly relieved to see me which dulled my jealous feeling. Remember Stiles, don't get jealous. It's not real. "This is Daniel," she gestured to him and he automatically outstretched his hand.
"Hey," I shook Daniel's hand and then watched, with narrowed eyes, as it moved to the small of Lydia's back. I bit down on my tongue to stop myself from saying something, instead turning away and looked out of the window so that I couldn't see it.
"Shall we?" I heard Daniel say and I guessed Lydia must have agreed because they were walking away from me. I tried to keep an un-readable face as Lydia turned back to look at me.
Once they had disappeared, I waited a few minutes before making my way out too. I had to calm myself. He wasn't a bad guy; he wasn't trying to steal her away from me, he didn't even know I had her.
People crowded the garden again, more people still flooding out of the hotel building next to the house. I stood by a buffet table that had been dragged out just for this party, trying to find Lydia in the bustle of socialising friends. I located her eventually, locking eyes with her while she waited for Dan to stop talking to some old guy. She smiled at me and I forced myself to smile back, about to mouth something to her but Daniel turned back to her and she immediately focused back on him. Don't get jealous, Stiles. It isn't real.
"Hey Stiles," a familiar voice called out. I turned to see the girl I had met in this garden when I first arrived, Cassie, grinning at me with a glass of red liquid in her hands.
"Hey," I nodded at her and then glanced over at Lydia again, almost telling the blonde talking to me that I had to go somewhere again. However, seeing Lydia laughing at something Dan was saying, I decided to talk to her. Lydia had told me to talk to other girls, so that was what I was going to do. "How are you?" I asked and Cassie's face filled with delight at my sudden interest in speaking to her.
"I'm good thanks," she beamed innocently, edging slightly closer to me. "I started to think you didn't like me when you rushed off last time," she laughed nervously, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Sorry about that," I tried to focus on her but my eyes kept drifting over to Lydia. I could see the strawberry blonde now in the middle of the garden, dancing. My heart started to beat faster in anger and I rapidly turned back to Cassie. "Wanna dance?"
"Oh- okay, sure," she took my hand and I moved us into a spot where I had a clear view of Lydia. I felt terrible using Cassie like this, she seemed really sweet. But, I had to see how far Lydia was going to take this whole thing, whether she would kiss Dan or not and if she did, whether her dad would allow it.
I was there for a while, dancing half-heartedly as I watched Lydia grinning at her 'date'. I could feel Cassie leaning her head on my shoulder but it didn't affect me in the slightest. Not how Lydia could. Eventually Lydia said something to Daniel and they moved off to the side and she found me again, watching with a slight frown as she noticed what I was doing. You were just dancing too, Lydia. Now you know how I felt.
Lydia continued to watch with pursed lips and I decided it was time to stop. Lydia was done dancing, so I could be too. I turned to tell Cassie I needed to take a break and her face was inches away from mine. She looked into my eyes and before I could move away, her lips found mine. It took me a couple of seconds to realise what she was doing but as soon as I did, I pushed her away.
"I'm sorry," Cassie whispered but I didn't answer. I turned to find Lydia, to make sure she hadn't seen but she was already gone.
