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"You're a terrible bowler"
"I know!" Scott exclaimed, looking like he just wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole, "I'm such an idiot"
"God, it was like watching a car wreck" Stiles shook his head, not even bothering to hide his wince as they walked side by side, "I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing - which, by the way, worst idea ever. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase-"
"-Hang out"
Stiles nodded, "look dude, you don't hang out with hot girls, okay? Especially girls as hot as these. It's like death. Once it's hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out and taking notes"
"How is this happening? I either killed a guy or I didn't-"
"I don't think Danny likes me very much"
"-I ask Allison on a date, and now we're hanging out. Hanging out. With Lydia and Jackson. With the guy that wants my head on a stick"
"Don't forget Kayla and that douchebag" Stiles added with a very bitter eyeroll, "which is a terrible idea. I warned her about him you know. Does she listen? Of course not"
"I make first line and the team captain wants to destroy my life-"
"Maybe I could make her take Danny instead" Stiles thought out loud, "at least he wouldn't be trying to get into her pants at every opportunity. Speaking of which, do you think Danny likes me? Am I attractive to gay guys?
"-and now-" Scott groaned, glancing down at his phone, "-now I'm gonna be late for work"
"Wait, Scott-" Stiles shouted out to his retreating figure, "-you didn't - am I attractive to gay gu- you didn't answer my question"
Stiles just watched Scott leave, throwing his arms out in exasperation as he nodded his head sarcastically.
"Thanks for the support dude, much appreciated"
He blew out a long breath, hiking his bag and lacrosse stick further up his shoulder, lanky limbs bouncing around him clumsily as he escaped from school and bounded down the steps, running a hand over his short hair as he made a beeline to his jeep.
A part of him worried that he was going to get left behind. That Scott would excel in lacrosse, get the sweet girl that everyone loves and join the popular crowd and he would be forgotten about.
It was already sort of happening.
Scott always used to warm the bench with him, both making jokes about jackass Jackson and how they wished the lacrosse ball would take out a testicle - or two - of his, but now he doubted that would happen. He would have no company on the bench, left to ponder in his own pool of inferiority.
Before, they had both faced the prospect of being single and alone for the rest of high school, but again, Scott was winning on that front. He was getting the new girl and Stiles was left to just watch from a distance.
He climbed into his jeep, throwing his stuff in the back seat and went to start up his engine but saw Lydia and Jackson coming down the steps followed by a, very clearly fed up, Kayla.
He stopped what he was doing, focusing on the little group dynamic.
Lydia, as ever, was breezy and self assured, a wide confident smile pulling at her lips as she spoke whilst Jackson, as attentive as ever - note the sarcasm - sauntered next to her, an arrogant air of cockiness around him.
Stiles rolled his eyes at that, seeing clearly that Lydia deserved way better than that jerk. Honestly, he didn't know what she saw in him apart from his popularity status. It was about time she dumped his ass.
He focused on Lydia for a few seconds, gulping nervously as he watched her walk but then his stare slid to Kayla, getting completely distracted by her presence.
Although noticeably weary and bored, she still had the most fascinating expression on her face - never stiff and still, but constantly changing. Whether that be a quirk of the brow, the subtle crease in her forehead or the crinkle in her nose as she reacted to whatever was being said, it captured his attention.
Despite being very expressionate, he still didn't know what it was she was actually thinking. She hid it well, sort of disconnected from everything. He wondered if maybe she was annoyed at Lydia for pushing her to go on that 'group date' with Brian.
Well, he hoped she was, but it was hard to tell. She had rebuffed his advances very publically on a few occasions but then seemed amused and flattered by his flirting and that was not even counting the whole thong incident which - by the way - how the hell did he even get her underwear in the first damn place?
But maybe that was just the way things went.
Lydia, who was popular because she was drop dead gorgeous, dated Jackson the Jock who was equally as popular as a result of his athleticism and money
Scott, the up and coming star of Beacon Hills Lacrosse, dated the pretty alluring new girl who Lydia, queen bee of Beacon high, had taken under her wing.
Kayla, spunky and stunning, a breath of fresh air would of course, naturally, end up with that annoying Greek god lookalike Brian, yet another popular womaniser with money.
It was just the way highschool worked.
He revelled in the bitterness for a few seconds, allowing himself some exaggerated self pity before watching Lydia and Jackson part ways from Kayla, them going to one end of the car park and Kayla, throwing them a half hearted wave, heading to the other.
His eyes darted between the two, trying to concentrate on what both were doing but getting dizzy in the process, giving his head a small shake and finding himself watching Kayla instead.
He didn't know why but she just intrigued him. She was beautiful, but fractured, like she constantly had the weight of the world on her shoulders but pretended she didn't. The way she spoke, playful and sarcastic with a hint of that southern drawl that clung to her words, unable to fully shake the cute twang was mysterious and sweet, always drawing in his attention. Even the way she moved, constantly self assured and radiant, never fazed or timid, an electrifying energy buzzing around her.
Then, on the flip side, she was hard and unyielding, full of secrets - an enigma to say the least, difficult to figure out. He didn't know her intentions or her desires, what it was that made her tick.
He wanted to find out.
His curiosity was spiked.
One of the last remaining Hales.
He watched her stride back to her car, swinging her keys around her finger as she yanked the passenger side door open, throwing her bag on the seat carelessly and then groaned, her face scrunching into annoyance as her bag fell from the seat, spilling its contents on the floor of the car and the concrete ground of the car park.
He found himself jumping from his jeep, ungracefully sliding between cars to reach her, making her jump as she kneeled down next to her.
"Stiles" she exclaimed, kneeling back and cocking a brow as he gasped back some air, unflatteringly squatting, "what are you doing?"
"Uh..." he smiled awkwardly, reaching down to grab the first thing he could find scattered along the ground, picking it up and shrugging, "helping?"
She snorted, her lips twisting into an amused smirk as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"Oh yeah? By, what... saving my tampon?"
He was sure he flared red, eyeing up the small plastic cyclinder with the string dangling down, awkwardly coughing and holding it out for her.
"Uh... well... that's not... I didn't...-"
She chuckled, taking the tampon from his hand and putting it in her bag.
"Chill, you look as if you have a stick up your ass" she smiled, deep green eyes glinting with amusement as she picked up some fallen pens, "and thanks, but where did you come from?"
"Uh..." he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact as he then reached down and picked up a couple of books, shoving them into her bag, "I was just... around"
She wasn't even bothering to hide her pleasure in his awkward squirming, glancing past his shoulder to spy his jeep parked with the drivers side door wide open.
"Did you run all the way over from your jeep?"
"What? No" he exclaimed, "why would I... do that? That's... that would be stupid"
"You tell me" she grinned, grabbing the last notebook from the ground and then zipping up her bag, "anyways thanks, but I gotta go"
"Yeah, yeah of course"
He watched her stand gracefully, body uncurling to stand up straight as he went to do the same thing but misjudged how much balance he had and yelped as he pitched forward, smacking his forehead off her open car door.
"You okay?" she laughed, grabbing his arm to help him stand as he rubbed his forehead.
"Yeah... yeah, so good" he rushed out, blinking the bleariness and black fuzzy dots from his vision, "so totally good"
"Okay, well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow..."
He watched her place her bag more carefully on the passenger seat, shutting the door and moving around to the drivers side and climbing in and he was helpless to watch her, pining after her through the pane of glass.
"Wait, wait, wait, uh - hello, hi" he knocked on the passenger side window, crouching down to wave at her as she pressed the button for the window to come down, "um, sorry, quick question - that bowling thing tomorrow..."
"Yes?"
"Maybe... maybe you should take Danny" he suggested, giving an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders as she stuck his head through the window, "Danny loves bowling"
She bit her lip, clearly trying to hold back her pleasure at his desperate attempts to ensure this bowling thing didn't turn into an actual date whilst he swallowed nervously, unable to tear his eyes away from her full bottom lip caught between her teeth, something so innocently sexy about it he found himself wholly attached to the sensuality of it.
"Take Danny?" she asked, "like... additionally? Or instead of someone?"
She was toying with him, playing with him like a cat does to a mouse but he didn't mind, just happy she stuck around long enough to actually keep having conversations with him.
"Probably instead" he clarified, "I mean, wouldn't want to make him feel like a third wheel or anything - uh... or in this case, seventh wheel"
"Right, of course" she nodded, trying to be serious and playing along with his suggestion as she held back a smirk, "because you're just thinking of Danny, right?"
"Of-Of course" he mumbled, much to her amusement, "everyone likes Danny. I-I like Danny"
"Like him or like-like him?"
"What?" he squeaked, hoping she didn't think he was gay as that would give any slight shot of ever getting to go a date with her completely out the window, the mere suggestion making him jump and bang his head on the car door frame, "ow, crap. What? I-I'm not gay"
"Relax Stiles" she laughed openly, the sound like sweet music to his ears, "I'm just messing with you. I've seen the way you've looked at my boobs, you're definitely not gay"
He flared red again, removing his head from the window and rubbing his skull, this whole conversation going tits up.
"And trust me, if I thought Lydia wouldn't make my already sucky life a whole lot suckier, I would take Danny - or you" she added with a shrug, "but instead I'm stuck with dickhead Brian for the night, because what Lydia wants Lydia gets, right?"
"R-Right" he swallowed, his hectic brain just catching up to what he said, "wait, you would've taken me-"
"Stiles" she interrupted, flashing him a dazzling smile, "I have to go. Catch you later, alright?"
"Wha-uh, oh... of course. Course" he muttered, stepping back as she started up her engine, glancing in her mirrors and reversing and he just watched her leave, raising a numb hand and waving at her like a god damn moron.
And here he was, standing in the middle of the car park, watching her car disapear like some ridiculously infatuated, love sick puppy. Still just as intrigued as ever, yearning to find out what, and how, made her tick.
When Allison invited her and Lydia around to her house to get ready before bowling, she fully expected to get turned away at the door.
Surprisingly though, when Allison answered, her parents flagging her on either side, she was allowed over the threshold though couldn't help but look around in case it was booby trapped, casting a suspicious glance around her as Lydia waltzed right in.
"Good evening girls" Allison's mother smiled tightly, her suspicious gaze falling to Kayla who just smiled back innocently.
"Mrs Argent" Lydia sing songed, "Mr Argent. Lovely home"
"Thank you" Chris said, lifting his arm out towards the stairs, "have fun"
Allison rolled her eyes, seeming a little embarrassed by her parents involvement and skeptically analysing her friends, and nodded them both up the stairs.
Lydia followed straight away, giving a flirty little wave to Chris but, before she could follow, Chris stepped in front of her, blocking her moving up the stairs.
"Not yet" he said quietly, "we need to have a word with you"
She rolled her eyes, folding her arms stubbornly as she looked between the two Argents, their gazes fiery and suspicious.
"Kayla? Kayla, you coming?"
Allison's voice rung down the stairs and, not wanting her friend to think she was having beef with her parents, she pulled her phone from her pocket and raised it to her ear, pretending to be speaking on it as Allison leaned over the railings in curiosity.
"Uh... yeah, sorry, just had a call, I'll be up in a minute" she apologised, forcing a sweet smile on her face as Allison whispered a quiet sorry, apologising for interrupting and then bounding to her room.
She dropped the act, her expression melting into one of annoyance as she pocketed her phone, her stare cold and calculated.
"What?" she asked blandly, "because we've already been over this... I'm not a werewolf"
"Just as rotten" Mrs Argent fumed, keeping her voice deadly quiet as she almost vibrated with fury, her gaze full of anger.
"Discriminatory much?" Kayla scoffed in response, "my god, all you hunters are as dense as each other"
Chris put his hand out, blocking what was to no doubt be a vicious, bitchy argument, "enough. We're only letting you into our home for Allison's sake. A friendship we do not approve of, by the way"
"I'm not going to tell her if that's what you're worried about" she said, "I have no reason to"
"Good, then let's keep it that way" Chris warned, "or we'll pay your cousin a visit... and you can't afford to lose any more family members, am I right?"
She clenched her jaw, holding in every ounce of anger and fury that threatened to escape, her fists clenching at her sides and nails digging into the palms of her hands, enough to draw blood.
"I'd like to see you try, I really would, but Derek would have you on your asses in no time" she smirked proudly, bordering on arrogant as she tried to show them they weren't getting under her skin, "plus, he hasn't broken your sacred code - though, I suppose, that's never stopped you before"
Chris tensed, annoyance sparking inside him from the continuous accusations.
"I told you before, we didn't set that fire" he growled, "we live by our code"
"Then we should have no problems here" Kayla smirked, "right?"
The Argents shared a tense look with each other but appeared to know that, in this instance, there was nothing they could do. Without Allison knowing about the supernatural, there was no reason for them to try and cut Kayla out of Allison's life.
"Glad we agree" she continued, pointing to the stairs, "can I go up now? Or do I need a special password?"
Chris clenched his jaw but side stepped out of her way, his clear blue eyes still suspicious.
"I'll be keeping a close eye on you"
"Not too close though" she joked, "I am sixteen, that could get you landed in jail"
His irritation sky rocketed at her witty quips, obviously trying to hold back completely losing it but by that point she was already halfway up the stairs, giving him a little sarcastic wave.
She followed the direction of Lydia and Allison's muffled voices, stepping into Allison's room and almost tumbling into stacked boxes.
"Oh shoot, sorry" Allison apologised, "I'm still unpacking"
"Still?" Kayla asked, manoeuvring around the boxes, "Why?"
Allison shrugged, "I don't know... I move around so much, nothing really feels like home. Sometimes I wonder what the point is to unpacking. I'll just have to pack it back up soon enough anyway"
"Deep" Kayla muttered before smirking, showing Allison she was just playing, "but you never know, maybe this is where you'll stay until you die"
"Unlikely" Allison smirked, "we never settle down"
"Well I, for one, think you should" Lydia quipped, splayed out on Allison's bed like she owns the place, "Beacon Hills is dull, I need some exciting people around me"
They chatted back and forth, settling into a familiar routine with each other before Allison begun to get a little nervous about the whole 'group date' thing, panicking about what she was going to wear.
"It's Scott, he'll love you in whatever you're wearing - or, whatever you're not" she added with a playful gleam in her eyes, "that boy does not need impressed. He's already obsessed with you"
"I still want to look good" Allison said shyly, making her way to her wardrobe, "what about this?"
"Pass" Lydia said.
"This?"
"Pass"
"I don't know" Kayla shrugged, "that's kind of cute. For Allison obviously, not me. Too much colour and pattern"
Lydia rolled her eyes at her, "no it's not. My god, how do neither of you have any taste? Here, lemme see" stepping up from the bed and looking through Allison's wardrobe.
"Pass. Pass. Pass. Uh, pass on all of it. Allison, respect for your taste is dwindling by the second"
"I think the same thing about you and guys" Kayla smirked, "like how you think setting me up with some dude called 'Brian' is a good idea is beyond me"
Lydia threw her an unamused look over her shoulder, "he's hot and popular. You have to play the game Kayla, it's high school. If you want to be someone - play the damn game"
"Sounds exhausting, think I'll pass"
Lydia sighed, clearly fed up with her little quips and pulled out a black sparkly top, holding it up against Allison.
"This one"
"I didn't realise we were in the y2k era" Kayla joked, "sequins are tacky"
Lydia placed a hand on her hip, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow in her direction.
"They're pretty" she emphasised, "I know fashion, okay?"
"Wasn't doubting you didn't, was just throwing in my two cents"
"And I suppose you're just going like that, are you?"
Kayla glanced down at her simple attire of some black denim shorts and a 'Queen' T shirt sloppily tucked into the front, paired with her comfiest pair of bubblegum blue Doc Martins.
"Yeah. I ain't trying to impress anyone"
"You're lucky Brian isn't fussy"
Their playful banter got interrupted by Allison's dad just barging in without knocking, a forced pleasant look on his face before realising what he did, sending an apologetic look to Allison.
"Right, I'm sorry, I completely forgot to knock"
"Dad" Allison stated, "do you need something?"
"You girls okay?" he asked, glancing around suspiciously before his eyes fell on Kayla and she just smirked back as if to say 'c'mon, it's not like I'm a serial killer or anything, calm down'
"Yes?" Allison muttered, glancing down in embarrassment, "we are fine in my room"
"Okay. Well, uh, I wanted to tell you that you'll be staying in tonight"
"What? I'm going out with my friends tonight" Allison protested, her normally well put together and mature behaviour turning stroppy.
"Not when some animal out there is attacking people"
She scoffed under her breath which she thought was inaudible because, animal? Really? She couldn't believe people were buying that, but it couldn't have been that silent as Chris threw her a warning glare.
"Dad, dad, I'm—uh-"
"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 P.M anyway. Hey, no more arguing" he added, sensing Allison's frustration, giving her a warning look before leaving the room.
"Kill joy much?" Kayla joked, "what does he think is going to happen at bowling?"
"He's overprotective" Allison mumbled, "annoyingly so"
Lydia grinned, "I can see someone is daddy's little girl"
"Sometimes" Allison agreed but her tone held an air of defiance, grabbing a purple woolly hat and pulling it over her curls, "but not tonight"
"Uh... what are you doing?" Lydia asked, eyes wide as she watched Allison lift her window, step out into the roof and flip off it, lancing gracefully on the grass.
"Eight years gymnastics" she smiled, "you guys coming?"
"Hell yeah" Kayla smirked, brushing past Lydia and stepped out onto the roof, ignoring Lydia's shrieks before back slipping gracefully off it and next to Allison.
"Twelve years and some good genes" she shrugged before looking up at Lydia, "come on, it's not that hard, we'll teach you"
Lydia grimaced, clearly thinking 'who the hell am I friends with?' before pointing her thumb behind her.
"I think I'll take the stairs"
Kayla sniggered, sharing an amused glance with Allison.
"Boo - boring"
Kayla could not think of a worse night.
She just really wasn't vibing with this whole 'group date' idea.
Firstly, because it was cringe. They weren't in some 80's, budgeted, teen chick flick.
Secondly, she would really rather not be socialising with the likes of Jackson Whittemore for more than five minutes at a time - dude was exhausting and she did so not have the energy to nurture his fragile and bruised ego.
And lastly, the fact she was - yet again - being coupled up with Brian.
God, he just annoyed her. Everything about him was cocky and arrogant and, she was determined, not to let him get under her skin.
She could do way better than that.
When her, Lydia and Allison approached, the boys were already waiting for them outside the bowling alley, Jackson and Brian in cahoots with each other whilst Scott stood awkwardly to the side.
She folded her arms across her chest as she approached Brian, her glare clearly wanting him not to try anything.
"You look hot" Brian greeted her with, a lazy, egotistic smile pulling at his lips, "but also like you're going to drive by and smash some mailboxes with a baseball bat"
"Can I swap the mailboxes for your head?"
"Peppy - I like it"
She rolled her eyes, brushing past him and into the noisy bowing alley.
"Now-" he appeared behind her, placing his hands on her hips which she slapped away, "-if you need any help, I'll be more than willing to give you a few tips. Or one tip" he added with a sly smirk, "preferably in someplace special"
"Do these lines actually work on girls?" she asked, "because you're making me dryer than the Sahara Desert"
"I wasn't the other day"
"No, the sight of your dick did that" she corrected, "the rest of you was severely off putting - like mouldy cheese"
"Ouch" he chuckled, playing a hand over his heart in faux hurt, "trying to hurt a guys masculinity?"
"No, but I could do that with my foot and well aimed kick"
He chuckled but wisely took a step back from her, trying to look amused and play it cool but had an edge of weariness about him.
"That's okay Hale, you keep playing hard to get" he smirked, "we all known you'll loosen up eventually"
"You keep telling yourself that" she mocked, turning away and following Allison and Scott down to the the bowling alley, sending them both a warm smile.
"So uh..." Scott said quietly, leaning in to whisper in her ear as they raided the shelves for the perfect bowing ball, "I didn't attack that bus driver"
"Congratulations"
Scott glanced around, making sure no one was listening in, "but I was there. I tried to stop it"
She smirked, "do you want a medal or...?"
"Kayla... I'm sure it was Derek"
She scoffed under her breath, picking up the medium weighted ball and slotting her fingers in the hole, "you're way off the mark Scottie"
"He's the only other werewolf I know-"
"Yeah, that you know" she interrupted, "I told you, Derek didn't bite you, so maybe focus your detective skills on the real issue instead of going out of your way to blame my cousin"
Scott stared at her, trying to figure out what to say, his forehead lowered in contemplation before Lydia called out to them, urging them to hurry up.
"Just saying" she muttered, beginning to walk to the bowling lane as he hurried to catch up with her.
"You both know more than you're telling me" Scott whispered.
"Yeah, well, trust works both ways"
"Finally" Lydia clapped her hands together, sitting next to Jackson, "what are you two whispering about anyway?"
"How shit this whole situation is" Kayla smirked without missing a beat, taking a seat on the row next to Allison and Scott, ignoring Brian who beckoned her over to the other side and leaned towards Lydia, "you know you totally cock blocked them right?"
Lydia smirked, twisting a strand of curly hair around her finger, "I don't know what you're talking about"
"Sure" Kayla snorted with a smile, "playing dumb doesn't suit you Lydia"
Lydia went first - aided by Jackson - no doubt faking being crap to boost his Ego, it was so blatantly obvious she wondered how no one had figured it out by now.
Brian sent her a wink, taking the stand and bowling a strike, cockily fist bumping the air.
She ignored him, seeing her name flash on the scene and begrudgingly went up, getting into position and aiming the bowl straight down the middle and, as expected, got a strike.
She turned around to see Allison and Lydia's surprised looks.
"What?" She muttered, "I did used to have hobbies before I went off the rails - shocking, I know"
Before she could make her way back to where she was sitting before, next to Allison and Scott, Brian called her over, clearly not letting up.
"What?"
"Come sit here"
"Why?"
"Because you're my date"
"This isn't a date"
He smirked, "fine, it's a 'hang out'. Come on, keep me company"
She rolled her eyes, fully ready to ignore him for the rest of the night but Lydia sent her a painful kick to her shin, jutting her chin in Brian's direction, the clear message being 'get your ass over there or I'll use you as target practice'.
She leaned towards Lydia, giving her a forced smile.
"Okay, you win, but the only balls I'll be touching are the bowls so don't get your hopes up"
"Trust me sweetie-" Lydia smirked devilishly, "-I'm not the one getting something up"
She snorted, rolling her eyes as she accepted her fate and sat next to Brian, ignoring his delighted smile.
Allison went next, getting yet another strike and despite having no super werewolf senses or hearing she could feel Scott's panic across the lane.
"Somebody brought their A game" Lydia congratulated.
Then went Jackson, very obviously getting a strike because that guy just had to be great at everything he turned his hand to, arrogantly smiling at them as if he had just done something miraculous and not simply bowled a bowl.
"You're up McCall"
"You can do it Scott" Allison nudged encouragingly and they all watched as Scott stood up nervously, grabbing the green bowl he picked out earlier, stepping up to the lane.
"Dude looks about ready to shit his pants" Brain laughed, "he's gonna gutter it"
"Clearly" Jackson sniggered.
Scott seemed to look around self consciously, building himself up before swinging his arm back and giving a sloppy throw, the bowl immediately going in the gutters.
Jackson begin laughing, aided by Brian and she elbowed his ribs painfully, a warning to shut up or she would do a lot worse.
"Jackson! Jackson! Mind shutting up?" Allison demanded.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'"
"Maybe he just needs a little warm up"
"Yeah, or the kiddy bumpers"
She watched as Allison shot Jackson an annoyed and disgusted look, admiring her ability to call out the bullshit.
"God knows what she sees in him" Brian chortled, "she could do way better"
"Like who? Like you?" she scoffed.
Brian smirked, "she would be my second choice, after you of course"
She ignored him, twisting away from his presence as she watched Scott look down in embarrassment, grabbing his green bowl as it rolled back up the rack.
"Just... just aim for the middle"
"How about you aim for anything but the gutter?"
She snorted under her breath, "funny a guy talking about aim when he probably can't even find the clit"
Jackson gritted his teeth, unamused by her snide remarks.
"You talk too much"
"I know - it's, like, my religion"
"Become an atheist then"
Lydia broke up their bickering with a pointed look, unamused by their back and forth sass as Scott stepped up to the lane, looking like he was giving a silent prayer and swinging the ball back again.
It went well... to start with, then careened sideways and went in the gutter just before it could hit any pins.
She felt a little bad for Scott - he was just wanting to impress Allison (and probably have a date that was just them) and Lydia had subjected him to this awful night of embarrassment and mocking.
She pulled out her phone, sending him a quick text.
'You do know you have werewolf senses now, right? USE THEM'
He glanced down at his phone, eyes widening as he hid the text, sending her a quick head shake, obviously scared if he tapped into that he could lose control.
She just shrugged in response, sitting back in the seat and wishing for this awful night to be over.
After bowling, in which Scott actually came first, (surprise surprise), she made her way to the vending machine to get a pack of m 's to snack on but apparently she couldn't even do that in peace.
Brian had sauntered up to her, leaning against the bending machine and sending her a smirk.
"What do you want?" she sighed, ripping open the corner of the packet to shake a couple of the sweets into her hand.
"Isn't it obvious by now?"
"You don't ever give up do you?"
"No" he grinned, giving her a sleezy once over, "come on, quit playing hard to get. It's cute but gets boring real fast"
"Oh" she smirked, feigning playing along, "is that what you think I'm doing?"
"Yeah. You clearly like guys chasing you"
"Acute observation"
"Just speaking the truth"
She snorted under her breath, popping a couple more sweets in her mouth.
"Actually, Einstein-" she corrected sarcastically, "-I go after what I want. If I wanted you, I would've had you already. So maybe, shock horror I know-" she mocked, "-maybe I'm just not that into you"
He got that defensive glint in his eyes, clenching his jaw at the rejection.
"Quit lying"
"Oh, of course, I forgot" she laughed, "because you're popular, hot, rumoured to have a big dick and play on the lacrosse team, girls are just meant to drop their underwear for you huh?"
"I've never had any complaints before"
"That's what you think" she smirked, "I can guarantee you, however 'good' you think you are, reality is you don't even come close to half of that"
He moved his jaw from side to side, obviously trying to hold back a slew of insults, trying not to drop his facade of charming playful jock.
"Won't know till you try" he shrugged.
"And I've said before, I'm not going there again" she said, "I've been with guys like you before - you're all the same. I'm worth more than that"
He scoffed, "arrogant much?"
"I call it knowing my worth" she smirked, "trust me... the next guy - or girl - that gets this..." she purred, "... will be appreciative. Not just for another notch in the bed post"
"So, what, you're turning over a new leaf?"
"Reevaluating my decisions" she corrected, "so quit annoying me... it's never going to happen"
"Slut"
"Sure, go ahead and insult me when you don't get your way" she shrugged, totally unfazed, "I couldn't care less"
She peered around him, watching the others slowly make their way over, speaking about playing a few arcade games.
"Hey guys, I'm going to head off" she called out, "this whole night went hellishly. Never again"
Lydia pursed her lips, "it was fun. And how are you going to get home? I drove us"
"I have legs"
"And there's also a dangerous animal out there killing people" Allison said, "just wait a while and we'll drop you off home"
"It's chill" she smirked, waving her arm out, "don't worry about it. See you at school tomorrow"
She brushed past Brian, well aware everyone was watching her leave and pushed open the double doors that lead into the car park, taking a big deep breath of fresh air.
Thank fuck that night was over.
She just wasn't made for group dates. Hell, even socialising like that usually required a lot of alcohol, so she was surprised she made it through those two hours without any incidents.
She went to set off through the parking lot, having to Google map her way home as this place - although small - was still relatively unknown to her, but before she could start she noticed a familiar baby blue jeep tucked away along the edge of the parking lot.
She frowned, squinting her eyes and raising a hand to block out the glare of the street light dazzling her and was sure she seen the figure in the jeep jump, quickly ducking down so violently the vehicle shook from the movement.
She smirked to herself, amused by his not so stealthy hiding and begun walking over there, fully prepared to tease the shit out of him.
When she reached the jeep she glanced in the window and saw Stiles laying across the front seats, his arms crossed over his chest as though he was preparing for a plane crash.
She grinned, tapping on the window to get his attention and his eyes flew open, looking at her like a deer caught in the headlights as he jumped out, pretending he had just been looking for something.
"Subtle" she remarked sarcastically, indicating for him to roll down the window which he did, sending her what she was sure was meant to be a smile but turned into more of a grimace.
"...Heyyyy..." he drawled out, "funny seeing you here..."
"Yeah. Funny" she agreed with a smirk, "totally not like you knew we were all here or anything"
"O-Oh" he pretended to look around cluelessly, "that-that was tonight?"
She nodded, enjoying watching him squirm as he tried to think up an excuse - any excuse - as to why he was hanging out in the bowling parking lot by himself.
"Heh... uh... well I... I uh... I was just..." he cringed, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck, "... being here in case... in case Scott needed me. Yeah" he nodded, clearly deciding to go along with that lie, "in case he wolfed out and went for Jackson's throat"
"C'mon" she sniggered, "you would secretly like that"
"True" he remarked, "but I have less of a conscience than Scott. He's very goody two shoes"
"I've noticed"
"Uh..." Stiles winced, "this looks really bad, doesn't it?"
"A little" she agreed, trying to hold back her smile, "but you're here now so you could give me a ride home?"
He spluttered, going red and blotchy in the face.
"W-What? A ride? To your home? Your house?"
"Pretty sure that's what I said, yeah" she replied in amusement, "I mean... unless you want me to hitch a ride with Brian-"
"Get in" he said quickly, nodding his head, "you can get in"
"Thank you" she grinned, throwing him a dazzling smile as she skipped around to the passengers side, climbing in next to him.
"Thanks" she said, "I just couldn't wait in there any longer, that whole night was a disaster"
"Did Scott suck?" he asked, "because he sucks at bowling"
"Actually, he won"
"Whoa" Stiles exclaimed, starting up the engine, throwing her a surprised look, "no way?"
"Yes way"
"That's my boy" Stiles cheered, swinging out of the parking lot and onto the main road, "guess this whole werewolf thing has its perks"
"I don't know if it had much to do with that, but maybe more with the fact Allison made him imagine her naked" she added humourlessly, "apparently that made him hyper focused"
Stiles snorted, "guys"
"You're one of those 'guys'" she sniggered, "don't be all high and mighty, I've seen the way you've looked at my boobs, remember?"
"Yeah. Well..." Stiles coughed awkwardly, "they're nice boobs. Very nice boobs in fact. They sit up very... straight, and perky-"
"Thank you for that detailed analysis" she laughed, "I'm glad you approve"
He flushed again, the blush reaching down his jaw line and spreading to his neck, tracing like a pattern across his pale skin.
"Anyway-" he emphasised, desperate to change the subject, "do you now believe me when I say Brian is a massive dickhead?"
"I believed you before" she pointed out, "I just don't listen - apparently"
"Y'know..." he shrugged, very obviously trying to play it cool, "you could do way better than Brian. He's like garbage. Rotten garbage that's been left in the sun. For, like, a week"
"Descriptive" she smirked, "and thanks for the support... I guess?"
"I was just... just saying" he added, "that maybe, y'know, there's someone better out there for you"
"I hope so" she joked, "I'm way too fabulous to be stuck with morons like him forever. I've had my fair share... enough to last a lifetime"
"Oh?" Stiles asked, trying to play off that he wasn't intrigued or interested about her past, "l-like who?"
"Like my jerk of an ex" she smirked, "worst idea ever getting on the back of his motorcycle and disappearing with him for months"
"He-He had a motorcycle?"
"Why do you sound shocked?"
"Just... a motorcycle?"
"Yes Stiles, a motorcycle" she chuckled, "a motorcycle and a temper so..."
"Oh. Sorry" he muttered, "I didn't know. Did he... like, hit you?"
"We fought" she shrugged, "a lot. It was... volatile. So yeah, probably best I don't choose the same kind of guy huh?"
"Yeah, maybe not" Stiles agreed.
"It's chill, I'm sure we all have exes we regret"
From the corner of her eye she watched Stiles twitch, his hands tightening around the wheel nervously.
"Wait... never?" she exclaimed, "I know you're pretty awkward around girls and you may as well be walking around with a neon sign on your head that says 'virgin', but like, no exes? Not even from like 5th grade?"
"Wha- I... I... of course I have... I mean... I..."
"Oh wow" she mumbled, "that's actually kind of sweet"
He swallowed thickly, "sweet?"
"Yeah" she grinned, "obviously just saving yourself for the right person"
"Oh yeah, totally not because every girl is repulsed by me or anything"
"That's not true" she denied with a gentle smile, "you're not repulsive. You're cute and charming and funny... someone will notice that" she observed, "well, someone being Lydia right?"
"What?" she shrieked, not expecting the conversation to turn in this direction, "Lydia... why... why Lydia?"
She frowned, "aren't you, like, obsessed with her or something? As in unrequited love since third grade..."
"Oh. Uh... no" he said, "I mean, probably not. I don't even really know her so I don't know why I obsessed about her for years"
"Okay then..." she grinned playfully, "someone else. Someone better. Someone that notices you"
"Heh... uh... any suggestions...?" he asked meekly, trying not to be too obvious.
She pursed her lips, "I don't know. But be bold. Just try shooting your shot, worst thing that can happen is they say no right?"
"Which is my case will most likely happen"
She nudged him playfully as he turned into her driveway, "stop doubting yourself. You're a catch"
"I-I am?"
"Oh totally" she nodded, "and thanks for the ride. I honestly just couldn't face another second in there"
"O-Oh, you're welcome" he rushed out, watching her jump from the jeep, "see you at school tomorrow?"
She leaned in the open window, giving him a playful wink.
"Yeah..." her mouth splitting into a delighted smile, "see you at school tomorrow"
A/N) another long chapter yayyyyy... I started writing most of this on nightshift and finished it off early in the morning so hopefully not too many typos haha and yayyyyyy STAYLA BONDING - I hope you all enjoyed and please please review it would be much appreciated, see you soon ;) xxx