Chapter Twenty-Five: Like, like.

"Smile baby don't cry.

I will only fly with you by my side.

Baby I'm cornered now.

Baby don't push me out.

Lately I walk in doubt.

Maybe it's crashing down.

Baby can you save it now."

Half Mast ~ Empire Of The Sun

The next morning Lydia took advantage of me spending the night. She decided that none of the clothes I brought with me were worthy of wearing and borrowed me hers. Honestly, I didn't see the problem with the shorts and solid black tee, but apparently they "are not worthy" of my apparent "sex appeal," according to the red head. She dolled me up in a very Lydia outfit; black floral print shorts with a black crop top. Then she made me wear matching black booties. I kind of resented the fact we were almost the same size in height and everything else. Like, at least Allison had the excuse of "I'm too tall for that" or "we don't share the same shoe size." Nope. Not me. And Lydia was very smug about this. She had especially enjoyed curling my long hazelnut locks and lining my eyes with coal. I think she was getting pleasure through all the whining I was doing.

Pursing her already painted plump lips, she smiled as she used a wand to coat my long lashes with a thick liquid. "I wish I could pull this off as well as you," she tells me as she looks over her work. "I mean, I can, to an extent. But you have this seductive appeal."

I rolled my eyes. "Hence being a succubus."

"Lucky bitch," Lydia mutters. "You have the power to seduce anyone, and you chose Stiles."

"Stiles is…" my lips tug up in a grin as I'm trying to fight it off. "Perfect."

And I really think he is. Even if he still hasn't answered my text from last night, and I'm thinking of strangling him from running out of the apartment right after his nightmare.

Lydia doesn't respond, just gives me a look of approval. "I've really outdone myself. I'm kind of regretting how hot I made you look right now." She frowns as she goes over to the full length mirror that hung on her open closet door. I think she looks beautiful. Hesitantly, she slides her hands over the white crop decorated with light pink and purple flowers, it loosely hangs off her shoulders. Then her fingers play with the hem of her light blue skirt. It's probably the most casual outfit I've seen her in since I've met her, and I think it's my favorite one.

"You look gorgeous," I make sure she knows this, because for someone so confident I can tell she clearly is self-conscious at times. Most girls our age are, so, it's not a surprise. Even if it's shocking to think someone so uniquely pretty should think themselves not perfect in every possible way.

Closing the closet door, she spins on her heel to eye me with a smirk. "Have you guys had sex yet?"

My nose scrunches up. "No."

"You're missing out…" She frowns. "Maybe. I don't know. You really need to tell me all the details when Stiles and you finally have sex."

The thought causes me to panic. The idea of sex terrifies me more than it ever had. When I was with Dad I never thought it was this pressing matter. I always figured when ever I decided to have a boyfriend it would just happen. I went to an all girls school so it wasn't like it was really something I thought would happen soon. I'd never been interested in the idea of dating. And now I'm apparently a succubus who seduces people and sucks out souls, so, it's becoming a much more alarming matter in my life as of late.

I think if I met Stiles as not being a succubus and started dating him it wouldn't be so… terrifying. It almost feels like it's going to be chore. Not that I think sex would be that… I just, I don't know, feel like I don't have control over it. And there's nothing worse than losing your virginity when you're not the person deciding whether or not you want it.

I doubt I'd regret sex with Stiles. I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy it. I loved when he ate me out and fingered me, and I definitely got off on giving him blow jobs.

My main problem was that I'm not ready to lose my virginity and I felt like I already needed to be.

"Hey," Lydia whispers. I jump when her hand squeezes my shoulder. I'd been staring at my hands unfocused. I hadn't even realized I'd dug my blunt nails into my thighs, moon crescents imbedded in my creamy skin. I blink my green eyes up to meet her own emerald orbs. "You don't need to have sex with him until you are ready. Just know Stiles won't take advantage of you, and if things do happen before you're ready, that you shouldn't regret it with him. He's a great guy, he would never hurt you with the intention of hurting you. He'd be patient and willing to wait as long as you're ready. But… I know you are going through things-things that I can't completely understand. Similar to how I'm going through things that I can't explain-" she pauses to lick her lips. "-and I know that with what's happening to you, things might escalate and you both might not have control over it."

"I shouldn't be this nervous after what I've done with you. But it just feels… different."

She tried to bite down a smirk, but it crossed her plump lips anyway. "That's because you like him."

"I like you," I clarify. And wow, what a weird thing to say. I recalled a few weeks ago when I didn't think I even liked Lydia as a person.

"Not like how you like Stiles, idiot," she mumbles the last part, but I hear it and shoot her a scowl. "You like, like him."

"Oh."

She rolls her eyes and mockingly says, "Oh."

My scowl deepens.

"Come on, we need to get to school early enough to catch these three lunatics." Lydia snags a purse and ushers me to follow her out of the room. I reach for my backpack and sling it on my back. "Oh, and you're driving. We are taking advantage of that sexy ass Camaro in my driveway."

I smirk as I waggle Derek's keys. I guess there was one good thing about my brother being out of town.

~o~

Our first encounter in the school was Allison. As soon as we walked in we hovered near the front door to wait for Lydia's best friend, and apparently my "new best friend" -again, Lydia likes to decide things for me. She's really bossy. I'm still not sure if this bothers me.

While we waited off to the side Lydia started filling me in more on how Allison has been acting since the incident. She said she's been jumpy and acted terrified all the time. Neither of us really had any input on Scott since we both didn't really hang out with him unless Stiles or Allison were involved, and I haven't had a chance to be in a situation like that since I just recently started dating Stiles.

But I knew immediately what Lydia meant by Allison. We both perked up when the familiar chocolate haired teen rushed through the front doors. She paused, panting as if she had just ran a marathon or some other strenuous activity (that was definitely not okay for this early in the morning).

Lydia and I shared a look before moving in on her.

"Allison?"

The girl blinked her wide doe eyes at us.

"You okay?" asked Lydia.

Allison bobs her head quickly, but she looks horror stricken.

"You're not okay," I say pointedly.

"We need to find Scott and Stiles," Lydia demands. She gives her friend a stern look before we start heading towards the parking lot. Allison trails behind nervously and I make sure to glance back at her every few moments to make sure she's still following. She appears so out of it I'm worried she will drift off again.

Outside, Lydia and I marched over to two familiar teenaged boys, who appeared to be arguing outside the school near the stairs. Well, Lydia more like swayed while I carefully walked in an effort to not destroy her expensive designer shoes.

I fought two emotions while approaching Scott and Stiles: anger and worry. Seriously, I kind of wanted to punch my boyfriend in the head. Ugh. Since when did I have feelings like jealousy and being hurt of an un-responded text? Shittttt.

As if Lydia could read my thoughts -which I wouldn't be surprised if she could- she shot me a narrow look over her shoulder. Then I realized Scott looked as if he were going to puke or something equally horrendous. I huffed, but picked up my pace just in time to catch Stiles say to his hunched over friend, "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?"

Scott grit out through clenched teeth, "How'd you know?"

Lydia paused before them, smugly informing all accused, "Because it's happening to all three of you…" Allison, Scott, and Stiles stare at one another with wide worried eyes. "Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one."

Instantly Allison defensively mutters, "We are not crazy."

Lydia chuckles sarcastically, "Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine."

The werewolf gazes down at his hands. "We did die and come back to life. That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

The bell rings loudly.

Stiles whiskey eyes meet mine for the first time since we approached, and I try to keep my expression blank when I notice the dark bags under his eyes. I'm mad, remember Lilly, mad. He left you last night ALONE and didn't answer your text messages, which is totally uncool. "We keep an eye on each other. Okay?" He gives me a pleading look, and I exhale before nodding my head in agreement. "And Lydia-" he shoots her a glare. "-stop enjoying this so much."

Lydia tries to play off her smile innocently, "What?"

Everyone parts off to head to class, except Stiles and myself, he cautiously approaches me as I pretend to inspect my nails. His long slender fingers invade my vision as he grabs my hand and intwines are fingers together.

"Sorry," he says softly. "I didn't mean to run out last night, I-ugh, just freaked out."

How the hell do I stay mad at him? It's not even worth being mad at him over. It's not his fault. He did die and come back to life, he has the right to be miserable right now. At least a little bit.

"Just… text me next time to let me know you're okay," I bite out, because that was still totally rude and needed to be clarified.

"I will," he promises.

"We are going to be late," I deduce as we begin walking into the building.

He shrugs. "Eh."

"You know… before Beacon Hills, I was a straight A student and didn't miss any classes."

Stiles raises a brow. "Really? I think I've seen you in class once."

"I think I've honestly only stayed at school once. It's your fault you know."

He bumps his hip against mine. "Is it now?"

"Couldn't resist your face."

"I've turned you into a rebel."

I stick my tongue out. "You're lucky I like you so much, or I might be disappointed by my lack of education."

"I promise I'll help you study. We probably should focus on getting our school work turned in… atop the insomnia, nightmares, and the fact that I might be going out of my freaking mind."

"Hey." I stop in the middle of the hallway. Stiles faces me and I squeeze his hands tightly. "Whatever is happening, I'm going to be here, okay? You're not in this alone. You're not going crazy. I mean… anymore crazy than you already are."

"Thanks babe," Stiles rolls his eyes sarcastically.

I ignore the way my stomach flutters at being called babe. Pet names are stupid. I used to make fun of the people who called each other babe, cupcake, pudding cup, whatever other stupid names they could come up with. Because why would you want to be called something thousands of people call their significant other? Then Stiles says it, and it's just like I forget the thousands of people that call each other babe.

Gross.

Stiles scratches the back of his messy locks. His cheeks turn a light pink as his eyes flicker over my face appreciably. "You look really beautiful today."

"Lydia decided to play Barbie with me."

"Barbie doesn't have shit on you."

I snort, "Shut the hell up."

The final bell rings.

"We should get to class."

I frown as I glance around the empty hallway. "Hey Stiles?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't know what my first class is."

Stiles laughs. "Do you have a copy of your schedule? I know we have like every class together except the first two."

"I think I have Government," I grumbled as I slid off my purple backpack to search for my schedule.

"Room 201, right?"

"Yes! That's right. Then Geometry with that Danny kid."

"Want me to walk you?" he asks.

I point to the bell above the lockers. "We are already late…"

He smirks, "Exactly."

Then his hand grips mine tightly and we start down the hall in the direction of my classroom. He gives me a cheesy grin as we sneak past the closed classroom doors. When we draw closer to room 201, Stiles hand slips from my grasp to snag around my waist. A surprised squeak erupts from my throat as he lightly pushes my back into the lockers.

"I don't want to go to class…" Stiles whispers with a pout.

"Neither do I."

"Wanna ditch?"

I kinda wanted to, but then I think about Derek. How he trusts me to be alone at the loft, how he's putting all this effort into keeping me safe. And sure, I'm done being the good girl, but I wasn't finished being a good sister. Not when I just started being a sister.

"We should really attempt to graduate on time," I sighed.

He rolls his neck. "Fineeee."

"But…" my hands sneak up his bare forearms causing him to shiver before I wrap them around his neck. I lay my palm flat on the base and draw his face down so that his adorable cupid bow lips are hovering over mine. "… I don't mind being extra late."

Then we are kissing. His hands are sliding under my crop top and tickling my waist, while I let my fingers fist his hair gently. He grabs my hips, thumbs digging into the skin and he presses his body flush against mine. It's heated and a little scandalous for the middle of our empty school hallway, but neither of us care.

Someone clears their throat.

We both pause, but our lips are still connected.

"Stilinski!" a familiar voice coughs.

Stiles and I are grimacing as we turn our heads, bodies still tangled together, to stare at Coach. He has a clipboard in his hands and an expression that's mixed between irritation and pride. Not sure where the later comes in, but that's definitely the look on his face.

"Heyyyy Coach," Stiles waves shortly.

Coach now only expresses annoyance at the situation. He snorts out a sharp, "Get to class!"

Stiles scrambles to untangle himself and I groan when he accidentally smacks me upside the head with his flailing limbs. He shouts an apology when I reach up to massage my forehead. Then he's giving me a hesitant look as Coach still watches us, obviously growing more offended that we weren't listening to him fast enough.

"Sorry Coach," Stiles says with a scrunched nose. He glances at me. "Meet me at your locker for Chemistry?" I nod. "Bye babe."

I walk backwards towards the classroom door. "Bye Stiles. Bye Coach."

"Bye… ugh…" Coach rubs his creased brow. "Kid."

Then Stiles scrambles off and I make the walk of shame into my classroom. Which I surprisingly get detention for being so late. Shit.

~o~

After my first period I realized I still had no clue what my first class even was. What had the teacher even been talking about? I didn't even take notes. Whatever.

I made my way to my locker as I moved past the crowded hallway. I noticed that a lot of people glanced at me, almost parted for me as I passed them. Their stares were longing, almost lustful.

Dammit. I was thinking about Stiles. Again.

Furrowing my brows I tried to force my thoughts on appropriate matters. Whoever said men think about sex every ten seconds clearly hadn't encountered a succubus. Because, damn, it was like my mind was always thinking about sex, and every ten seconds I thought about something else; like squirrels.

I reached what I recalled was my locker. Hopefully. Stiles had texted me my combination so I was currently trying to put it in the lock. How he knew and I didn't was beyond me. I was just grateful he understood how unfocused I was.

A familiar alluring scent filled my nostrils. I glanced beside me to see a smirking Lydia with Allison hovering behind her.

"Hey ladies," I greeted with a small grin. "What brings you to my humble abode-" I managed to get the locker open and recalled how the emptiness disturbed me. Never in my life had I wanted pictures and notes and stupid things to fill it up with memories. My scowl could match Derek's as I grumbled, "-the empty locker."

Allison's lips pulled down as she eyed the locker at my obviously distasteful tone.

A sigh left Lydia. "Allison and I are ditching to go see if maybe we can get her to stop going insane. We wanted you to join us."

"I can't…" I bit my lip. "I got detention for being late."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "How were you late? I managed to get to class on time."

"Um… I forgot where my first class was, so Stiles had to walk me…"

"Then you felt each other up against the lockers?" she supplied.

I blushed.

"Been there," Allison said with a snort.

Lydia and I both glanced at her with amused expressions.

She chuckled, tucking a strand of loose chocolate strands behind her hair as her cheeks burned crimson. "Ha, ha. Hmm. Yeah, so, Lydia… we should… go?"

The strawberry blonde bumped her hit against Lydia's hip teasingly. "I'll see you later," Lydia told me with a grin. "I'll let you know if I still need a ride home from school later. We are just going to go out in the forest behind the lacrosse field."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me. Call me if anything weird happens. Like, psychotic alphas or Darachs or whatever. Ya know, shit."

My phone vibrated in my pocket. A smile escaped me when I saw the message was from Derek.

Derek: How's school?

A grimace appeared on my face. I really didn't want to mention detention. Like, if I could go the rest of my high school career without Derek discovering that everything would be great.

Me: It sux. How's Cora & Uncle CrayCray?

I slid the phone in my pocket and quickly made my way towards Geometry. When I entered I remembered that Danny kid telling me to sit behind him. He was conversing with some people around him, but there was an open spot behind him. My eyes darted to the other boy I remembered previously sitting behind. I honestly had a brief recollection of Greenberg, and the only thing that stuck out was his stench. I sat behind Danny.

He whirled in his chair when I sat and offered me a dazzling smile. "Hey stranger."

"Hi Danny. How's it going?"

He shrugged. "Could be better."

"I'm sorry." I frowned. "What's wrong?"
A sigh escaped him. "My boyfriend, Ethan, and I broke up. His brother and him said they were going to be moving back to their old town… Which sucks."

"Ethan and Aiden?"

"Yeah."

Oh dear Lord, what the hell was it with people and dating psychopaths? They really needed to stop.

"I'm sorry about that." The you could totally do a million times better was on the tip of my tongue, because Danny was a fine piece of ass.

"It's okay." A crooked grin crossed his lips and it reminded me of a shark attacking it's prey. "Speaking of boyfriends… Stiles?"

I totally did not giggle. Nope. I refuse to believe the noise that escaped me was that.

NEVER.

"Hah, yeah. We are dating."

"Wow," Danny laughed. "That's so weird."

"Why?"

"I've known Stiles since pre-k, and he's like always the single guy that's pinning."

"Well, he doesn't have to pin anymore."

Danny tapped his finger on my nose playfully. "He's a great guy. A complete spaz and talks a lot, but his heart is always in the right place. You're lucky. He's going to spoil you rotten."

Good thing I intended to spoil him rotten, too.

~o~

My back was pressed into my locket as I waited for Stiles. I had already gathered my Chemistry book for our next class. I took out my phone and checked my messages as I waited.

Derek: Both stubborn & annoying. Had to pull the car over 3x. They've been arguing over the radio.

Derek: Text me when you get home from school.

Derek: There's money in a locked safe under my bed. The code to unlock it is on the fridge. Use it for food, gas, w/e.

Me: Thx bro, u r the best. Love you!

A sinking feeling coiled in my gut. The kind that you get when something awful is about to happen, or you get really embarrassed. I didn't feel embarrassed. I tucked away my phone and lifted my gaze to stare around the hall. Someone was watching me.

I narrowed my eyes at the student body. Everyone watched me, but no one really stared. Anytime someone bumped into me it was almost like a shock factor at this point. I knew I gave off a vibe, a sexy vibe, which was disturbing all on it's own. I mean, I guess I should be getting used to it at this point. It apparently wasn't going away.

But this felt different.

And then I saw them. Him, specifically.

Sharp turquoise glare, amber hair that was messy enough to give Stiles a run for his money. Cut cheekbones, tall and wide, shoulders hunched in a predatory manor as he watched me.

What the fuck.

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