Holy shit. Did they mix it with rubbing alcohol?

Lydia scrunched her nose. The aftertaste was horrible. The doors had barely been open 30 minutes and already someone managed to slip past Coach and spike the punch? Her eyes settled on Stiles. He waved and gave her two thumbs up before nodding at the punch bowl. I should have known, she jeered.

She combed the room for Coach. No wonder he didn't notice, Lydia thought rolling her eyes. He was diligently blowing his whistle and getting in-between dancing couples; one of which happened to be Danny. She raised her cup to him when they made eye contact. Lucky guy had his head nuzzled in the nape of some hotties neck right before Coach barreled between them.

"People seem to be enjoying themselves." It brought out a sliver of a smile.

Well, except Malia. She was a vision in green and unquestionably hating her dress from the looks of it. Her continuous fidgeting made Lydia nod her head. She understood that feeling all too well.

"You'll get used to it." She swirled her drink.

"Get used to what?"

Scott? She bit her bottom lip. Where did he come from?

"Boobs and evening gowns."

He snickered. "What?"

"Look at you." Lydia's eyes dawdled up and down his figure. "In a tuxedo."

"My mom helped me pick it out." He smiled.

"Your date must be-"

He scratched at his temple. "I don't have one."

Lydia sipped her drink and arched her eyebrows. "Where's Kira?"

"Out of town." Scott put a hand in his pant pocket and shifted his feet. "Didn't you know?"

Yeah, no. There was no way she was answering that question. "Stiles?"

"Has a date." He said nodding towards Malia who was focused on adjusting her chest. "Woah." Scott's full attention returned to Lydia.

"You mean I'm not the only one third-wheeling it tonight?" She took another sip. Her cheeks began to burn. "Shocker."

"Third wheel?" Scott's shoulders stiffened. "Lydia, what do-"

"Stiles has Malia. Even Derek Hale has a girlfriend now. And you-" Lydia slammed the rest of her drink. She frowned at her empty cup.

"Do you want another drink?"

She hummed. "Sure." I guess he doesn't want to talk about this either.

"Okay." Scott grabbed her cup. When his fingers grazed hers, she felt heat bubble in her stomach. At least she thought she did. Did she? "I'll be right back."

Her eyes followed him all the way to the punch bowl. Why was he talking to her anyway? None of them had paid much attention to her lately. Well, unless they had a problem. A dead person problem.

Lydia hugged her arms and shivered.

And Scott, well, maybe she caught him glimpse her way every now and then, but he was mostly attached to the lips of his girlfriend. Lydia rolled her eyes. Not like she cared anyway. He had texted her a few times, but really what was the point in even replying? I care about you. Her chest squeezed.

"Get it together, Lydia." She grumbled. Of course he cares about you. You're friends. You care about him too.

Scott pulled the ladle to his nose and sniffed it. I'm busted, she grunted. When he turned to look at her, Lydia's averted her eyes to witness whatever the hell Stiles was doing on the dance floor. Oh no, she thought tapping her forehead. He's going to hurt himself if he keeps that up.

"Here."

Lydia blinked at the cup in front of her face. She delivered him a wicked grin when noticing Scott had one of his own.

"Thanks. Cheers."

"Cheers."

The liquid burned down her throat. She hated how it made her eyes water. Scott looked unaffected as he threw back the entire drink in a matter of seconds. Werewolf magic or something, she guessed. I wonder how many of those it'd take to get him buzzed?

"I wanna dance." Scott said wiping the corner of his mouth with his finger.

"With me?" Lydia asked.

Scott shrugged, and then laughed. "Would you like to?" He offered his hand.

Lydia placed her cup down on the table and smirked. "Sure. Why not." This was prom after all. Her prom. The prom she toiled to make perfect.

"I was kind of hoping you'd say yes. Your date won't mind if I steal you away?" Scott asked.

Date? "I don't have a date."

That grin on his face grew. Scott looked ridiculously cheesy. "Well, let's dance."

He led her to the dance floor and she stumbled into his chest laughing. Her head felt light and her heart felt bubbly. Alcohol, she told herself. Definitely the alcohol.

Coach blew his whistle till his face practically turned purple, and pointed at Lydia with such a menacing look in his eyes. They both laughed. Lydia threw her hands up and slowly backed away from Scott's chest.

I'm. Watching. You. Coach mouthed.

"He's got both eyes on me." Lydia declared setting her palm on Scott's shoulder.

"So do I."

She hiccupped. Oh, don't say that.

He smirked and had the most goofy expression on his face. "I'm a terrible dancer."

"Lucky you. I happen to be a good tutor."

"Yeah." Scott said taking her hand in his. "I know."