Dakota groans as she searches through her clothes. "Hey, Koti, you up here?"

"Derek, help." Dakota wines as she throws another pair of jeans on her bed.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't own a single dress." Dakota whines.

"That's because you hate dresses." Derek says, obviously confused.

"Derek, you told me to act like a teenage girl because I am one, but how am I supposed to go to a high school party with my mate as a date and not wear a dress or something to look nice?" Derek leans against the doorway and frowns.

"If you had said something early I could have given you money to get something. You really need to plan ahead, Koti." She gives him an icy glare as she motions to the clothes pile.

"Too late for that now. What am I supposed to do, Derek?"

"Maybe Laura has something." Derek sighs before heading over to Laura's bag and fishing around in it. "What about this?" Derek holds up a black dress, which she takes and motions for him to turn around. When he does she changes into it. It clings to her curves, ass, and breasts and has a plunging neckline and open back. Laura had worn this to a party once, but she is a bit skinnier than Dakota, so the dress didn't stick to her like a second skin like it does Dakota. Truth is this dress looks hotter on her than Laura because of that fact.

"So?" Derek turns and instantly he hates what he sees.

"No way. You are not wearing that." Dakota raises an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Why? Because dresses like that lead to sex and-"

"Oh great, you're becoming overprotective big brother on me." Dakota says with a roll of her eyes. "The fact that you are tells me that I look hot, which means I'm good for this party. Don't wait up." She smiles as she grabs her leather jacket and a pair of stiletto heels. She walks out the door and hops into her car before starting for Stiles' house.

When she pulls up to the house she sees only Stiles' jeep in the driveway. Nerves begin to fill her, but she takes a deep breath and slips out of the car. She makes her way to the door and knocks on it. Stiles opens the door wearing casual clothes. "Wow, you look..." Stiles stares at Dakota with his jaw practically on the ground. Dakota blushes and her face hidden behind her hair. Stiles raises her chin up with his hand and pushes her hair behind her ear with the other hand. "You look beautiful." Dakota blushes and gives a small smile before Stiles leans down and kisses her. "Come on, let's go." Stiles tells her as he pulls away and locks the door behind him. He takes her hand and leads her down the steps. "Are we taking your car or mine?"

"Whichever." Dakota tells him as she laces her hand with his. Stiles smiles, raises their hands and kisses the top of hers.

"Okay, come on." He leads her to his car, opening the door for her. She smiles and hops up into the jeep, while Stiles closes the door, careful of her fingers. Once Stiles get into the jeep he starts it up and heads down the road towards the party.

Silence fills the car, making it uncomfortable for Stiles and Dakota. Stiles takes Dakota's hand into his, running his thumb over the top of her hand. "It's weird," Stiles begins. "We barely know each other, but I can't seem to stop wanting you to be close to me and wanting to touch you in any possible way. My mind like totally freaks out when you're too far away or too close to me, but still not touching."

"I know." Dakota moves closer to Stiles so that she was right beside him. She rests her head on his shoulder and squeezes his hand. "I feel the same way. Being too far away from you hurts and not touching you burns." Stiles moves and kisses the top of her head.

"You know, it's stupid, but for most of my life I always imagined Lydia Martin would be the girl holding my hand and sitting beside me." Dakota looks up at Stiles, her heart racing as he talked while breaking at the same time.

"Lydia Martin?" Stiles nods.

"Yeah, I had this crush on her since like the 3rd grade. She was just this girl who was always so confident and when she had her mind set on something then she didn't give up until she got it. She was also smart, beautiful, and force to be reckoned with. I saw her scare even senors before." Stiles tells Dakota, who feels suddenly like crying. She forces herself to talk and try not to let her feelings show.

"So why are you here with me and not her?" Stiles frowns and looks down at Dakota.

"Because I realized my feelings for Lydia wasn't what I had thought."

"What do you mean?"

"When I looked at Lydia, I saw a powerful and beautiful girl that I would never get because someone like her wouldn't go for someone like me, but that only made me like her more. I think I liked her because she was just out of my reach, someone untouchable for me. I liked the idea of her and the idea of her being impossible to have." Dakota swallowed the lump in her throat.

"So what are you saying." She moves back from Stiles to look at him. Stiles continues to run his thumb over her hand.

"I'm saying that when I looked at you, you every bit as amazing as I thought Lydia was, but you have something that she doesn't."

"And what's that?" Stiles glances over at Dakota and smiles.

"When I see you talking about your cousin or... or your dad I see just how much you care about them and how much you'd do for them. You claim to have this bad temper, but I think despite of the temper you care deeply for those around you. You're selfless and nice to those you care about. Lydia, she claims to have all these friends and a boyfriend, but never once have I ever seen her be nice to any of them. I always assumed that's what made her more attractive, her being a bitch, but in reality it just makes her less attractive. She's a bitch who doesn't care about anyone, but herself."

"And what? I'm a bitch that cares about other people?" Stiles laughs and looks at Dakota finally.

"You're a bitch when you want to be a bitch. You're the perfect example of a cat. They're either very affectionate or very dangerous." Stiles leans over and kisses her. "I think it's kind of hot to be honest." Dakota blushes and kisses him back. Stiles pulls away and looks back at the road.

"Well, if we're being honest, I actually never thought I'd be doing this."

"Doing what?" Stiles asks, glancing over at her.

"The whole 'going to a high school party with a boy' teenage girl cliche. I spent most of my life trying to keep people at a distance and not make friends because I'm not the same person I was before the fire, so I find it hard to be normal anymore." Stiles frowns before wrapping an arm around Dakota, pulling her back against him.

"I can't tell you I understand, Dakota. I can't, I wish I could, but I can't. All I can tell you is that I won't judge you for anything and I won't push you to talk about the fire. You don't have to be normal or sane or undamaged because I will take you however you are. I don't care if you don't want to be a normal teenage girl going to a high school party with some dorky guy." Dakota smiles as Stiles says the last part. "All I care about, Koti, is being with you. I can't explain how I feel about you. It's sudden and powerful, it's the only thing I can say, but I'm not fighting it. I never felt like this about anyone, not even close to this and I would be a complete idiot if I let it slip away. We don't know each other, kitty, but I promise that I'm not going to walk away no matter what." Dakota looks up at Stiles as he pulls up to the party, killing the engine.

"You promise?" Stiles looks down at her, staring into her deep brown eyes.

"I promise, I will never leave you, no matter what."