3 Months Later

"Charliiiieee. Please come help me. My jeep won't start." Stiles whined over the phone.

I laugh softly and shake my head as I pulled on my boots.

"Why don't you just get a new car? I'm sorry, but that jeep is a piece of shit." I teased, lacing up my boots.

"What?! How dare you even suggest that. I will never leave my baby." He argued.

"Alright, alright. Sheesh. I'll be there in ten okay?"

I hung up the phone then slipped on my jacket, grabbing my helmet on my way out the bedroom door. As I ran down the stairs I called to my dad that I was going to help Stiles with his jeep, then got on my bike and drove to where Stiles was broken down again.

I pull off my helmet then look over at him, laughing when I saw the dirt and oil all over his face.

"What the hell have you been doing?" I asked as I walked over to him.

"I have no idea." He admitted in defeat.

"Alright step aside, noob." I teased.

He rolled his eyes and I smiled at him, climbing up where he was before with one leg inside the engine compartment while my other rested on the front bumper. I lean over the car, checking everything that I thought would be wrong with it. As I did so I could feel Stiles' eyes staring at me and I laughed softly, glancing back as I caught him staring at my ass.

"Stiles... Are you okay back there?" I teased, smirking as I looked back at him.

His eyes widened and his cheeks turned red when he realizes I caught him.

"Yeah. Yep. Fine. Just fine." He said quickly.

"Alright. I'll just leave you to your raging hormones." I teased with a laugh.

"They're not raging." He argued, crossing his arms.

"Oh really? So you won't mind if I do this then?"

I climbed off the car then walked over to him, placing my hand on his chest as I kept our bodies close. He tensed under my touch, his eyes watching me closely as I slowly trailed my hand down his chest, stopping just above the waistline of his jeans before moving it back up to his hair. He let out a shaky breath, glancing down at my lips as I wet them with my tongue.

"Do you want to kiss me?" I whispered, making sure my breath could be felt on his lips.

"Y yeah..." he stammered, obviously flustered by my actions.

I smirked, leaning in so our lips barely brushed before I pulled away.

"Good."

I went back to work on the jeep, leaving him in his flustered state.

"W what? You can't do that to me!" He huffed.

"I just did." I laughed and looked back at him. "If you want a kiss then maybe you'll get lucky at Lydia's party tonight."

I winked at him then continued to work on the jeep. He walked over, letting out a huff as he leaned against the jeep so he was facing me.

"Is that a promise?" He grinned.

"Confidence is a good look on you Stiles. It's pretty sexy." I smiled and looked up at him as I fixed his jeep with what little I had to work with. "But yes, it is a promise."

"So will you go with me? Like as my date?" He bit his lip which drove me crazy.

"Sure. Pick me up at seven." I smiled at him, leaning over to kiss his cheek before going back to what I was doing. "Alright give it a try."

He nodded then I got off the jeep, giving him the okay to start it. The jeep roared to life and I smiled, shutting the hood before walking over to the driver's side where Stiles was sitting.

"I'll see you tonight. Then tomorrow you are bringing this over so I can completely fix it for you. My dad used to have a jeep and we have a bunch of spare parts you can have." I told him.

"Really? That'd be great." He smiled and kissed my cheek.

I blushed, smiling at him for a moment.

"I better get going. See you later."

I waved then got on my bike and headed home.

After a few hours it was time for the party and I fixed up my hair and makeup one last time before hearing Stiles knock on my bedroom door. Thankfully our dads were working late tonight so we didn't have to worry about them freaking out on us or giving us "the talk".

"Woah... You look amazing." He said, looking me over.

I had worn a black strapless dress that hugged my body along with my matching black heels that had gold studs on them, adding some gold jewelry as well to make the outfit.

"Thanks. So do you." I smiled at him as I walked over.

"I'm just wearing my usual clothes." He chuckled.

"So? You look amazing all the time."

I kissed his cheek then took his hand, pulling him downstairs with me. We get in his car then he drives us to Lydia's house where the party had already started. He helped me out of the car like a gentleman then I took his hand, walking inside with him.

When we got inside people stared, but I didn't care. Let them see that I chose Stiles instead of those idiot jocks. We went to grab a drink and I mixed my own in a solo cup, sipping on it for a while as we just stood around people watching.

"So do you believe in the supernatural?" He asked randomly.

"You mean like the fact that Scott and Liam are werewolves, Lydia is a banshee, and Kira is a kitsune?" I asked, causing him to spit out his drink.

"You know?" He asked.

"Of course I do. It's not hard to figure out. Plus my family are hunters on my mom's side, but she stopped when she found out she was pregnant with me. I found her beastiary when I was fifteen and she taught me a few things to protect myself, but I never really got into the life... Especially not after she was killed this werewolf who had gone on a killing spree in our town. She managed to kill it, but the sounds it gave her ended up killing her, too."

"I'm sorry... I lost my mom, too, but you know that already." He said.

He had opened up to me about his mother a while ago so I knew everything that happened. I hadn't really told him about mine until now because I didn't know he knew about the supernatural until recently.

"Enough about that. Let's dance."

I finished my drink and he did the same before I pulled him over to the dancing people. He was nervous at first and didn't know what he was doing, but after a bit he loosened up so I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips. Mine wrapped around his neck, keeping my body close to his as we danced.

As the night went on we were both getting a little intoxicated, him more than me, which made him a little more brave than he normally was. Before I could say anything he was pulling me outside to the side of the house.

"Stiles, what are we do-"

I was cut off when his lips were pressed against mine, my eyes widening at first but they quickly closed as I melted into it. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as I leaned back against the house allowing him to press his body to mine.

His warm tongue brushed over my lips, asking for entrance, but I denied it to him which made him groan. Instead his hands squeezed my bum, causing me to gasp which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue in. My fingers tugged on his hair, getting a small moan from him. Just the sound of it was enough to turn me on.

He moved his lips down to my neck, sucking gently on the skin just below my ear. This time I was the one who let out a moan, my eyes closing as I tilted my head more for him.

"Stiles..." I breathed. "We shouldn't do this... you're drunk."

"I'm not that drunk." He mumbled, kissing my collar bones.

As much as I wanted him to continue, I didn't want this when we were too drunk to realize what we were doing. With every bit of will power I had I gently pushed him back.

"Let's go home. You should get some sleep." I told him.

"Do you not want me?" He asked, looking hurt.

"What? Of course I do, Stiles. I like you a lot, but I don't want it to happen this way. Please understand." I begged.

"Yeah whatever." He mumbled, giving me the keys to his jeep before walking to it. I hadn't had as much as him so I was driving.

I sighed and followed, driving him to his house. When we got there I helped him inside and got him to sit on his bed. As he sat there I pulled off his shoes for him before setting them next to his bed.

"Get some sleep okay?" I say softly, standing up to leave.

As I turned to go his hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me from moving away.

"Stay." He murmured, looking up at me.

I thought about it for a moment then nodded.

"Alright. I'm going to borrow some of your clothes though." I said as I went to his dresser, pulling out a shirt and gym shorts he had. "Don't look."

"No promises." He grinned drunkly, not even bothering to look away.

I playfully roll my eyes then face away from him, sliding off my dress to reveal my black strapless bra and matching panties.

"You should just sleep in that." He said.

"No. If your dad walks in on us cuddled in bed with me half naked he would flip and so would my dad." I giggled, shaking my head as I pulled on his shirt. It fit like a dress on me so I didn't bother wearing the shorts.

I walked over to Stiles after taking off my jewelry, getting under the covers with him before cuddling into his arms.

"I really like you, Charlie. Like a lot." He murmured.

"I like you, too, Stiles." I smiled softly, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Tell me that when you're sober."

"Mkay."

His eyes closed and I watched him fall into a deep sleep. When he slept I took the chance to look over his every feature. In only a couple months I had fallen hopelessly in love with this dorky boy, and I prayed that I wouldn't mess this up.