Chapter 3 Sexy Man
Stiles was frustrated. He spent all summer working on his plan to finally get the girl and they were still on friend status. Sure he looked good, had plenty of friends, and girls if he wanted but there was still the ONE out there, out of reach. They were talking more but she still hadn't showed a minute of interest in him. He had to get her out of his system or go crazy, literally crazy.
He had on a white tank top and black and white Nike shorts on. His hair was sticking to the top as usual and his eyes a whole heck of seriousness going on. He was in the gym lifting weights and boxing to his favorite music. His favorite workout song was by Hellberg & Deutgen vs Splitbreed – Collide. This song reminded him of Lydia.
And you are my star.
We are connected, missile directed to my heart.
You draw me near.
And I can't slow down. No.
Can you feel it too?
There ain't no stopping now.
Feet off the ground, head to the sky. Yeah.
When you're by my side,
You, in my vision, directly, we collide.
You pull me in, I don't resist.
The time seems to fly, but the clock doesn't tick.
I crash into you, we both feel the hit.
We both feel the way our chemicals mix.
And I wish that...
I, just can not stop
Maybe this time, it'll be enough.
Ohhh...
You own the night.
So I need the dark.
Without you here, I never would've seen the stars.
I'm heading for you
Foot on the gas.
I'm coming straight at you, no looking back.
I'm here, I'm your statue.
Your heart is a magnet,
I'm coming at you.
Girl, your my target,
I'm aiming at you.
Your a con and I'm trying to catch you.
We can break any rule they ever taught you.
Forget about anything they ever bought you.
Cause me and you, don't need a lot.
In this world to get by, cause you know I got you.
Lydia was walking down the hallway when she heard loud, blaring music coming out of the weight room. It was so loud that it made her slightly curious. Like any time Lydia is curious, she always takes the risk. With a quick peek around the door, Lydia spotted Stiles in workout gear punching the boxing bag. He was glistening and wet and was thoroughly demolishing that bag. His arms were buff in a form fitting tank and cute athletic shorts. By the pounding of the punches, she sort of figured he was upset about something.
Carefully not to get hit, Lydia walked around him so that he could see her face in front of the boxing bag. He sighed and took off his boxing gloves and walked over and turned the music off.
"Holy shit, Stilinski. Having a bad day I take it."
His breath was ragged and he turned to face her. Of course, she would look gorgeous as usual long strawberry blonde locks straightened, and short black skirt with a little jacket. Yes, he was having a bad day and pissed enough to make it a better day.
So, he picked her up and set her on a desk in the corner. He laid his hands on the tops of her legs just about where her mini-skirt ended. His eyebrows arched upward and his eyes totally serious.
"I'm going to kiss you. If you don't want me to, tell me now."
Lydia was speechless so Stiles took that as a yes. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her furiously and thoroughly. His hands had her jacket removed and Lydia somehow managed to take his tank off. It was like kissing Aidan but lots better. She ran both hands down his face pulling his chin closer to hers.
Stiles stopped the kiss and breathed deeply a few times. "Wow that was even better than I expected."
His hands were planted on her hips very hot. One more kiss and he made sure to sound serious. "I want you to go to homecoming with me."
All she could do was shake her head yes. "And we are double dating with Allison and Scott."
"Feel better, Stilinski."
"What do you think?"