Teen Wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form :) Thanks for all the continued support, and I hope you enjoy this next update Thankfully, I am now done with essays and uni for the summer, so hopefully this means lots and lots more updates – yay.
She found herself standing in a graveyard during the bleakest and darkest part of the night, the wind whipping around her chilling her to the bone. A terrible sense of dread filling her gut.
Deep down, she knew she was dreaming. Or rather, stuck in an awful nightmare. A part of herself was screaming to just wake up, that this wasn't real, but it was faint and drowned out by the terror squeezing her chest. The endless amounts of gravestones surrounding her seemed to get bigger and bigger, looming over her.
Each stone had a name she recognised – someone she had lost, in some way or another. Too many to read all at once, but she knew what it meant. That she was, in some way, to blame for what happened.
The names of all those people called out to her, making her shrink in guilt.
Repercussions to her actions.
Although one name on one stone stood tall and proud, glaring obviously above all the others.
'Kayla Hale'.
Her name, carved meticulously in the granite, made her sick to the stomach. An eerie sense of trepidation pulsated through her veins as she reached out to touch the stone with hesitant fingers, just as bright red blood began cascading down it and soaking the ground below.
She jumped, unable to tear her gaze away from the river of blood that kept seeping over her stone, the letters of her name drowned in red as the sticky substance began crawling across the grass and soaking her bare feet.
She leapt back, slipping and falling to the ground, the copper scent filling her nostrils as she flailed, getting covered in blood.
"You think you know what you are, what you'll become?" A voice, deep and guttural, echoed around her, "you can't even imagine".
She woke with a startled gasp, the motel room coming into focus.
"Hey, whoa, you okay?" Stiles asked, his concerned face popping into view above her.
She allowed herself a few seconds to calm down, the thundering of her heart against her ribcage bordering on painful.
"Y-Yeah" she mumbled, "just a bad dream".
He frowned, not buying her dismissive attitude.
"About what?" he probed, causing her to avoid his curious gaze as she pushed herself up in the bed, looking around in still half-asleep confusion.
"Nothing important. How long was I sleeping for?"
"Not long" he shrugged, sitting in the bed next to her, "barely even an hour".
Her eyes still felt stingy from her cries, the skin on her face sticky and heavy from her salty tears, mascara no doubt smudged and dried down her cheeks.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep".
"You were exhausted. You needed it" Stiles reassured, "are you… okay?"
He sounded hesitant and unsure, like his question may just open the floodgates to her chaotic and violent emotions which she still felt bubbling below the surface. As if one wrong move or word could cause her to crumble and break apart.
"Yeah" she lied, knowing he wouldn't believe it, "I'm okay".
"You don't need to pretend with me Kaylz" he whispered, "you don't have to be okay all the time".
"I can't afford not to be".
"Yes, you can" he insisted, "with me, you can".
She frowned, as if finally realising he was still here next to her and hadn't run for the hills like she expected.
"Why are you still here?"
"Where else would I be?"
"Stiles… you don't need to stay with me out of obligation or because you feel bad-"
"Whoa, hey, this is not what this is" he interrupted, shaking his head, "I'm here because I want to be. I want you".
She really struggled to believe that, failing to understand why he could possibly still like or desire her after everything she had told him. Most people would take off and never look back. So why wasn't he?
"My life is messy" she sighed, "it's one big disaster after another. You can do so much better".
"I can't, and I don't want to" he reassured, "please don't push me away".
"I'm not pushing, I just… I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into".
"Dating you isn't going to set off the apocalypse" he grinned, trying to inject a little bit of humour into the conversation, "I think I'll be fine".
"Stiles, I'm being serious" she sighed, "what I told you… that barely scrapes the surface. I could blame it all on my grief, but it wasn't. I was doing questionable shit for years before that. Why is that someone you want to be with?"
"Because you're not a bad person".
"I'm not a good person either".
"Mistakes happen".
"No, what I did were choices" she corrected, "I was only here a few days when I was ten seconds away from letting Brian fuck me on that bathroom counter. Why? Because that's the kind of person I am".
"No" he insisted, "he took advantage of you when you were intoxicated like the sleazeball he is".
"Maybe, but whose idea was it? Mine. I was all over him. I kissed him first. I knew what he was like, and I did it anyway".
Stiles winced, clearly not liking that image in his head.
"Just admit it. I'm not a good person" she sighed, "and pretending that I am is just another exhausting lie that I'm fed up telling".
"You're too hard on yourself" he mumbled, "you're not the big bad in this story. What you told me doesn't change anything, I promise".
"It should".
"But it doesn't".
"Why?"
"Because I… I admire the person it's made you become" he smiled softly, "and that person is pretty fantastic".
He was giving her too much credit because, underneath it all, she was still just a fragile mess struggling to fix the ruins of her life who could quite easily slip back into bad habits. It wasn't like she hadn't been tempted.
"I've never been in a relationship before" she murmured.
"Nor have I".
"I don't know how it's meant to work – this dating thing".
"Neither do I, but let's learn together, okay?"
"What if I hurt you?" she asked sadly, "what if I fuck this up?"
He reached out, taking hold of her hands and not letting go.
"I won't let you" he promised, his grip unwavering, "you're stuck with me, whether you want to be or not".
"I've been with so many people, but never committed to any of them. Even Aiden was so on and off I lost count of how many times we were actually on and how many times we were off. What if I can't do this?"
"We're both in new territory here, it just takes time to adjust" he soothed, "and with everything that's been going on, I haven't had the chance to take you on a proper date. So, uh…"
He wrung his hands nervously, suddenly looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Um… will you… uh… will you be my date to the winter formal?"
"The dance?" she asked, "you want to go to the dance with me?"
"Well duh" he smirked, "I want to show off my smoking-hot girlfriend for the whole world to see. Man's gotta brag".
She softened, the curve of a smile pulling at her lips.
"Is that a yes?" he asked impatiently, "because I kind of already bought a suit and I'm pretty sure it's non-refundable, so…"
"You bought a suit?"
"You seem surprised…"
"I've just never seen you in a suit before".
"Well, if you accompany me Friday night you can" he grinned, "and not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but I do look quite dashing in it. I think you'll find me irresistible".
"Oh" she smirked, "I will, will I? Guess I'll have to get a killer dress to match then".
He gulped nervously, suddenly seeming intimidated by the thought of her dressed up and sexy, his mind wandering to how he would be able to keep his hands off her all night.
"So, uh… is that a-is that a yes?"
"Of course it's a yes" she laughed, "unless you want me to revisit all those other offers I got-"
"No, no, no. We're good, we're good. Forget them" he rushed out in blind panic, "you're mine Friday night".
She tried to ignore the way her gut twisted in pleasure at those words, especially with the way he said 'mine' so protectively, that independent and dominant streak in her faltering.
God… when did she get so pathetic over a boy?
Old Kayla wouldn't even be entertaining these feelings, but since coming to Beacon Hills she felt almost reborn. Like new life had been breathed into her.
Maybe this was something she wouldn't ruin after all.
"Okay, spill" Lydia demanded, catching her by her locker after class, "what is going on with you and Allison?"
"Nothing" she lied seamlessly, "why would anything be going on?"
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Despite doing a really good job of faking it – no".
Lydia pursed her lips, folding her arms across her chest. "You're both not speaking to each other. Why?"
"She found out werewolves exist and that my family are werewolves, and that she comes from a long line of werewolf hunter blood and is super pissed I didn't tell her, hence giving me the cold shoulder" she explained in a monotonous tone.
"Don't be cute" Lydia exclaimed, "you both need to make up. Now".
"I'm not grovelling" she scoffed, "I apologised, which coming from me is a damn miracle. If she wants to be pissed at me, let her be pissed".
"Don't be so stubborn. The last thing I need is my two friends bitching about each other".
"I'm not bitching".
"After school, we're going dress shopping – all three of us" Lydia emphasised, the look she shot Kayla was a warning to not argue, "because we all need dresses and a girl's day is just what the doctor ordered".
She groaned, "shopping? Really?"
"You need a dress".
"I have plenty in my wardrobe".
"You need an appropriate dress. Not one made for slut dropping".
"I do the best slut drops though".
"I'm thinking something elegant, yet sexy" Lydia continued, ignoring her remark, "and before you even suggest it – definitely no leather".
"Well, you're no fun" she grumbled.
"It's a winter formal Kayla, not a club" she reminded her, "get with the programme".
"You're right" she said sardonically, unable to stop the tight sarcastic smile that graced her lips, "my bad. What on earth was I thinking?"
"Agreed" Lydia nodded, "and we'll also pick you up some condoms as well".
"Condoms?" she asked with a frown, "for what, tights?"
The strawberry blonde was unimpressed by her lack of awareness, shooting her a glare.
"How I have the patience to be friends with you sometimes truly amazes me" she sighed, "no. For when you and Stiles inevitably have sex at the dance".
"What makes you think I'm going to have sex with him at the winter formal?"
"You'll look hot. He'll look… better than usual" she said reluctantly, "it'll get hot and sweaty with all the dancing and, no doubt, smuggled alcohol that will spike the punch and lower everyone's inhibitions. Of course you're going to have sex. It's my job to ensure you don't get knocked up".
"Huh" she mumbled, because Lydia was right. That sounded like the perfect recipe for risky, underage teenage sex.
"Just don't break the poor boy" Lydia warned, "by some miracle, he is on the lacrosse team. We can't afford to lose".
"It seems a little cliché though, taking his virginity at a school dance. Surely there are better places to take it than under the bleachers or in the chem lab".
"Remind me again where you lost yours?" Lydia smirked, earning an unimpressed glare from Kayla.
"In the back of a dodgy bar. Your point?"
"My point is anything is better than that".
"Gee, thanks".
"So, dress and condoms – anything else?"
Before she had a chance to reply, Lydia gasped and pointed down to her feet.
"Of course, how could I forget? Shoes" she exclaimed, "you absolutely cannot show up in sneakers".
"I don't like heels" she tried to argue, but Lydia was having none of it. Miming at her to shut up and not object to her.
"I'll find you a small heel, don't worry".
"It's like you want me to break my ankles".
"Kayla, please" Lydia sighed, rolling her eyes, "just for one night, be a damn girl. I'm not asking much".
"Debatable".
"Meet me by my car after school and try and look happy about it. Do you know how many people would kill to come shopping with me? Be lucky you don't have to beg".
The car ride to the mall was tense, to say the least.
Lydia, as usual, did most of the talking, clearly very excited about dress shopping. That left a frosty silence between Allison in the front seat and Kayla in the back seat. Awkwardly meeting each other's gazes at times and looking away. Their previous heated exchanges were still fresh in their minds.
The first stop was Lydia's favourite shop in the whole wide world – Macy's. Five floors of designer hell. In fact, Kayla would rather be in actual hell than this place. It was bright and loud and had far too many people trotting about to be even semi-relaxing.
"Chop chop" Lydia clapped, hurrying them along to the escalator, "we're on a tight schedule. I've only given us three hours here".
"T-Three hours?" she spluttered, "you think we'll be here for three hours?"
"Dresses, shoes, jewellery, accessories, make-up… three hours might not be enough".
She wasn't a religious person, but she looked towards the ceiling and prayed for a miracle – even if that came in the form of a bomb going off.
"Now, first we take a tactical sweep of this floor" Lydia said, stepping off the escalator, "memorise where the good dresses are, and meet back here in fifteen minutes, are we clear?"
Allison and her simply nodded.
"Good, now shoo" Lydia waved them away, "and I expect you both to have made up by the time you get back, alright?"
Neither answered, unwilling to promise that which just made Lydia roll her eyes and stalk away, the rails of dresses eating her up.
"She has a point, y'know" Kayla said, following Allison as her friend began glumly walking in the other direction, "we don't need to hate each other".
Allison sent her a scathing look over her shoulder, which soon twisted into one of disbelief.
"You lied to me".
"Did I though?" she asked, "or did I just leave the truth out?"
Her brunette friend rolled her eyes, turning back to face the dresses.
"Allison…" she sighed, "I get it, okay? It hurts to be left in the dark about these things, but the supernatural world is dangerous. People die. Hey".
She grabbed Allison's arm, stopping her in her tracks.
"People die" she exclaimed, "how do you think I lost all my family? My dad and brother were murdered right in front of me, and all because they were werewolves. Hunters killed them. So if you can't understand why I couldn't tell you this giant, life-changing secret considering your family are hunters, then you're far more stupid than I thought".
Her friend's expression softened, folding her arms across her chest as she bit her lip nervously, clearly weighing up what to say.
"Kate says you're working with the Alpha".
She scoffed, "I'm not".
"She says you know who he is".
With that, she remained silent. Keeping her cards close to her chest.
"She wants me to find out what else you know" Allison continued, "especially about… about the other one".
"I'm hearing a lot of 'Kate wants' and not what you want" Kayla sighed, "what do you want?"
"I want to stay out of it" Allison admitted, "I don't… I don't want to be involved".
"And that's fine, but one day you'll have to choose a side" she said, "but when you do, it needs to be your choice, not anyone else's".
"I don't know who to trust…"
"Trust that not all werewolves are bad" she smiled, "yes, they are stronger and faster and more powerful and some struggle to control it, but there are lots of werewolves out there and there are lots of good ones too. Don't let your family misguide you on that".
"Then what are you?"
Now that was a loaded question. One she, unfortunately, didn't know the answer to.
"I don't know" she said, and straight away she could see Allison's guard go up, jumping straight to the conclusion that she was lying.
"No really, I don't know" she continued, "every full moon I would be in a shit ton of pain, like I was trying to turn but my body rejected it. My dad took me to every witch doctor, every expert, and there were no answers. No one knew why I wasn't turning into a werewolf. Then… then I got bit. Since then, weird things have happened. My eyes glowing green, for starters. Then the fact I can't be too close to any guy because they start wanting to have sex with me. So, if you've got any ideas then shoot, because I for one would love to know too".
Allison was gazing at her in astonishment, completely taken aback by her answer.
"You really don't know what you are, do you?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you".
"Kayla, look... it's going to take me some time to get past this, okay? I'm confused and hurt and angry and I feel stuck in the middle between my family and yours".
"Yeah, I know the feeling".
"For Lydia's sake, let's just… be civil" Allison propositioned, "at least until the dance is out the way".
It wasn't what she wanted to hear, but it was better than nothing.
"Okay" she agreed half-heartedly, "I can do that".
Allison sent her a small smile, just as Lydia hurried up to them and, upon seeing things civil and warming out, broke into a wide smile.
"See? All you two needed was to talk" the redhead said, "now, onto more important things. Did you see any nice dresses?"
"I haven't been looking" she admitted shamelessly, much to Lydia's annoyance.
"I know you'd be difficult, so I invited someone along" her friend said, pointing behind her, "maybe he can get you in line".
She frowned, unsure what Lydia meant but, upon turning around, she saw Stiles looking around helplessly, almost knocking over a rail of clothes.
"You thought Stiles could get me in line?" she asked dubiously, quirking a brow at Lydia who was so very obviously lying.
"Well… no" she replied with a huff, "but I need someone to carry the dresses, and who better than your little lapdog".
"So, you're enslaving him for the next three hours then".
"He was happy to assist" Lydia insisted, "and trust me, a boy like that needs to earn all the brownie points he can get".
She rolled her eyes, but Lydia was just being Lydia. Honestly, she should have expected this. This was all on her.
"Oi, you! You over there" the strawberry blonde called out, coaxing a flabbergasted Stiles to turn in their direction, "yes, you. Get over here. You're late".
Stiles floundered over to them, clearly panicked and a little bit sweaty, his nervous eyes dancing between the three of them.
"Uh… late? But you said-"
"First rule, what I say and what I mean are two different things, and showing up early is not only polite but expected. Now hurry up, we're on a tight schedule".
She didn't even have a chance to say a proper hello to him before Lydia had dragged him away in the opposite direction, Stiles sending her a helpless and frightened look to which she just smirked and shrugged back – what Lydia wants, Lydia gets after all.
Stiles just couldn't believe the sheer number of different outfits and clothes and accessories there were in one store. He also couldn't believe why anyone found this fun. He also couldn't imagine doing this as a hobby, like what Lydia seemed to do. It just didn't make sense in his mind. Although, he supposed, if he had the kind of money like what Lydia had, maybe he'd be treating himself all the time too.
He trailed behind Lydia, being her own personal shopping cart as she from one side of the store to the next, throwing dresses into his arms as he hastily tried to grab them, craning his neck back to see over the growing mound of material.
"Do you guys have time to try all of these on?" he asked incredulously, wishing he hadn't bothered saying anything as she briefly stopped in her tracks to glare at him.
"Of course we do, and if we don't, then we'll stay longer".
"O-Oh right, it's just because I have this thing with Scott later on and-and… uh… no, no I don't" he corrected nervously under her stone-cold stare, "I have no things with anyone. They're cancelled".
The strawberry blonde nodded once, accepting his answer as she turned around and picked up another dress – one that Stiles had his eye on, more than once. The shimmery silver fabric was tight and short, reflecting off the bright light in the store. It was eye-catching to say the least, but when he caught a glimpse of the price tag he almost wheezed.
"It's Antonio Berardi" Lydia said, as if she expected him to know who that was.
"What is who?"
"The dress" she said, "the one you keep looking at. Don't worry, I'll get her to try it on".
She noticed him favouring a dress so picked it out for Kayla to try on… why was that sort of kind of her?
"It's, uh, pretty expensive though" he said, "and by expensive, I mean that could probably feed a family for several years kind of expensive".
Lydia scoffed, "oh please, like she'll even check the price tag. Kayla is desperate to get out of here. If I say this is the dress, then she'll buy it no questions asked. Plus, please, her family are uber-rich. Do you seriously think this will even put a tiny dent in her bank balance?"
Now Lydia brought it up… no, probably not.
She took his dumbfounded silence as an answer, continuing to wander around the store for the fifth time which was making Stiles go cross-eyed.
Although, it gave him time to ponder.
For years he obsessed over Lydia as if she was going out of fashion. He idolised her. Put her on a pedestal as if she could do no wrong. He tricked himself into believing she was the perfect girl for him, and no one else could ever compare.
She was beautiful and smart, that was a given, and Stiles knew he would always appreciate her and the person he knew she was underneath it all, but... he knew now, that what he thought he felt for her, wasn't love. It couldn't have ever been love because he never knew her, let alone spoke more than five words to her.
He knew because the feelings of the last eight years were nothing compared to how he felt about Kayla now. This new intensity was deep and reciprocated. What he felt with Lydia was like the feeling of admiring a celebrity, only when you finally meet them you realise it wasn't all that it was jacked up to be.
He coughed a couple of times to clear his throat, trying to catch her attention but Lydia was either too focused on the task at hand or was blatantly ignoring him.
He knew it was definitely the latter.
"So... uh, Lydia..." he said, feeling like a frog was caught in his throat, "I was just… um… wondering… well, I have just a small, quick question if you're not, ah... too busy?" he stuttered, followed by a loud gulp. Why he thought even asking her these questions were a good idea was beyond him, no doubt about to be majorly embarrassed.
"Yes?" she answered, not even bothering looking at him as she concentrated on studying the dresses on the racks.
He gulped again, his tongue quickly wetting his lips as he glanced around shyly, making sure they were out of hearing range from everyone.
"I just... uh... you know, um... it was just to see if, ah-"
"Oh, spit it out Stilinski".
She made him nervous, but not the kind of nervous he used to feel. Now, it was just terror through and through.
"Uh, well…" he continued, unable to bite his nails, his arms stuck and trembling under the weight of probably a hundred dresses, "how, uh… how much do you think she likes me? Kayla, I mean".
"Why?" Lydia snorted, "are you beginning to feel insecure?" she mocked, and Stiles simply narrowed his eyes, immediately regretting ever talking to Lydia Martin of all people about this.
"You know what? Never mind, forget I ever even asked-"
"Of course she likes you" Lydia interrupted with a very pointed roll of the eyes, "how much? Probably too much".
"W-What?" he exclaimed, "really?"
"Of course she does. Why do you think she would willingly volunteer her spare time with you?"
At this moment, Stiles didn't even care about the level of snark in her voice because if Lydia Martin believed that Kayla did actually like him, then it must be true.
"All the people I tried to set her up with and the one person I didn't even consider she goes and dates. Why does she have to be so damn rebellious?" she mused, her fingertips trailing across the fabrics of the dresses hung up.
"Beats me" he replied but couldn't help the pleased smile that pulled at his lips.
He loved her rebellious streak.
"I tried her with lacrosse dudes. I tried her with college guys. I even tried to set her up with rich trust fund guys, but no. She chose the bench warmer".
"Thanks" he remarked blandly, rolling his eyes.
"And if you hurt her-" Lydia continued, stopping short and grabbing his arm, "-I will destroy you. Your reputation and any potential social standing will be in the gutters, do you understand me?"
The blood drained from his face, unable to do anything but swallow nervously.
"I assume you know about her ex?"
He gave one sharp stiff nod, unsure where this was going.
"You better not be like him, because she doesn't deserve that" Lydia said, her voice much softer than what Stiles thought she was capable of. "She pretends to be invincible, but she isn't. Guys have treated her like crap and she's worthy of more".
He knew that. Of course he knew that, but it was sweet of Lydia to show, in her own way, how much she cared about Kayla.
"I… I wouldn't ever hurt her" he promised, "I know how special she is".
Lydia looked him up and then down, taking her time to figure out if he was telling the truth or not.
"Good" she finally said, "because if you mess this up, good luck getting another girl even half as hot with a haircut like that" sending a pointed unimpressed look to his hair.
Anddddd she was back to being the Lydia Martin he knew all too well.
"I just hope you have enough common sense to buy a new suit because this winter formal is important" she continued, not even giving him a chance to reply, "and your old rags from before are just not going to cut it. You're dating from the top league now; you need to act like it".
"Yup, got a suit – a big fat tick on the suit front".
"Good" Lydia said in approval, "maybe you have a chance in the long run after all then".
Despite that small and, somewhat, negative compliment, it made Stiles deliriously happy for the rest of the day.
"I hate this".
Her grumbling fell on deaf ears, much to her annoyance. She could think of about a thousand different ways to spend her Friday afternoon that did not involve getting exfoliated, scrubbed, waxed and tweezered to within an inch of her life.
She just wanted to chill with Stiles before the dance, maybe try and find out more about where Derek may be, but no. Lydia insisted – aka demanded – she go straight to her house after school. No if's but's or maybe's.
"Oh shush. It's pamper night. Now let me paint your toenails".
She sat there in her towel as Lydia painted her nails a deep plum colour, admiring her work.
"It's just a dance Lydia" she said, "it's not that important".
"Of course it is" her friend insisted, "these dances can make or break a lot of things, including popularity. We have to be there".
Just because it wasn't important to her, didn't mean it wasn't important to Lydia and, given everything she had been through recently, Kayla decided to suck it up.
"Okay" she relented with a small smile, "what's next?"
She let Lydia play dress up with her, sitting patiently as her smokey and sultry make up was applied, her hair was gently curled and her body was decorated with white gold jewellery, including a stunning diamond necklace. The final piece was Lydia helping her into her dress and zipping it up at the back.
Without even looking in the mirror, she could tell it fitted to her body like a glove. Almost as if the dress was made for her. The material was thick and structured, clinging to her curves. Surprisingly, comfier than what she thought it would be.
"Perfect" Lydia grinned, ushering her to stand in front of her mirror, "look what I did".
She was prepared to look at herself and feel like a clown all dressed up, but when she saw her reflection she had to take a double take, completely overwhelmed by who she saw looking back.
She was glowing. Potentially because of all the shimmering body oil Lydia had massaged all over her, but regardless, she liked it. Her skin was glossy and bronzed, shining and silky smooth. Her hair was glossy and perfectly bouncy, falling around her shoulders. Her face was smooth and lightly contoured, a beautiful pink taupe lipstick making her lips pop.
She hated to admit it, but Lydia did good.
The dress that Lydia suggested, a shimmering silvery-almost metallic and iridescent material with hints of sea green, wouldn't have been her first choice but she couldn't imagine anything else on her body right now. It sculpted her figure, making her waist look impossibly slim. The small capped sleeves sat on the curve of her shoulders, the sweetheart neckline kissing the skin of her chest, creating the illusion of a perfect cleavage. Although tight, the dress swept out across her hips and then tapered back in to sit comfortably against the middle of her thighs.
Classy, yet sexy. Exactly like what Lydia said.
"Oh... wow..." she muttered, "is that me?"
"See what a little razzle dazzle can do?" Lydia grinned, "girl clothes definitely suit you better".
She hated to admit it, but she had to agree.
She looked incredible.
"You have good taste".
"Actually-" Lydia said coyly, the ghost of a playful smirk on her face, "-Stiles picked it".
"Stiles picked it?" she asked in astonishment, meeting Lydias gaze in the mirror.
"Well, I saw him keep eyeing it up, hence why I added it to the pile. I guess he's not so useless after all".
She ran her hands down her body, loving the way she felt in the dress, doing a little turn to admire herself from all angles.
"Just... be careful. It is an expensive dress" her friend warned, "if it ends up on the floor, don't step on it".
She rolled her eyes, "you're so sure we're going to have sex tonight, aren't you?"
"Are you kidding me? I want to have sex with you right now, that's how good you look. Stiles won't be able to keep his hands off you".
Oh god, she hoped so.
Just then the doorbell rang, catching her off guard.
"Speaking of..." Lydia smiled, "he's here. Early. Good, he took my advice".
"What? Already? But the dance doesn't start for another hour-"
"He wanted to surprise you" she cut her off, "so hurry up and put your shoes on. This princess will go to the ball".
Stiles waited anxiously on the Martin's household doorstep, rolling backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet.
When Lydia said to think of something special to do before the dance, and to pick Kayla up from her house, he blindly obeyed. Only now he was a nervous wreck, his heart beating wildly from his chest. In fact, he was pretty sure he had sweated through his shirt and suit jacket, that's how nervous he was.
His hands were tight and clammy around a small bouquet of wolf daisies, a ribbon tied around the bottom. He was surprised he hadn't accidentally broken the stems in half with how hard and unforgiving his grip was.
He had never been to a dance with someone before, and he was on edge. Scared to make a fool of himself in public and scare her off.
The door opened to reveal Lydia, hair and makeup done but still dressed in comfy grey loungewear, who took a long withering look at what he was wearing.
"Hmmm" she pursed her lips, "could've been better, but it'll do".
He supposed that was as much of a compliment as he was going to get from her, watching her side step.
"Well?" she demanded as he stayed rooted to the spot, "are you coming in or not?"
He was too scared to speak, trying not to trip over his own feet as he stepped over the threshold, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Have you been taking drugs?"
"What?" he squeaked, "no, I just... this is... I've never done this before. Y'know... taken a girl to the dance thing".
"You really are a bit of a loser, huh?" she mused.
"Unfortunately so".
"Well stop it" she chastised, "if you make a fool of yourself, it reflects back badly on Kayla and, in turn, me. So just don't be yourself".
He wondered why on earth that advice made him want to puke.
"Then who am I meant to be?"
"Someone worthy of that".
Lydia pointed behind her and Stiles helplessly looked up, seeing Kayla hold the banister as she took her time coming down the stairs.
As soon as he laid eyes on her, every thought left his brain. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. All he could see was her, glowing and looking so effortlessly gorgeous it should be illegal.
Turns out, Lydia did get the dress that he liked. And oh boy, it looked so much better on her than it did any mannequin, that's for sure.
She looked like something out of a movie or a runway, but a hundred times better.
He was lost for words, his jaw progressively getting lower the closer she got to him, blearily blinking in astonishment.
"Uh... hi" she said, sounding a little unsure and surprised by his reaction, coming to stand in front of him, "are you... okay...?"
No, no he wasn't. She was literally taking his breath away and he suddenly found himself happy to go without oxygen.
He was being rude by not saying anything, he knew that, but no words he could possibly muster up would be good enough for how god damn stunning she looked right now, so was it really worth trying?
If he didn't know by now how out of his league she was, he certainly did now.
He must have been standing in silence for longer than he thought because Lydia's small, yet strangely powerful, hand shot out and slapped him across the chest.
"For god sake Stilinski, give your girlfriend a compliment!"
That slap should have brought him back to earth with a bang, but he found himself completely enthralled by her - the most perfect piece of art he had ever seen.
"Oh my god" Lydia muttered under her breath, "why did I ever allow this little arrangement to happen?!"
He gulped, his eyes giving her a through once over. The dress, eye catching and shiny, looked like it was made for her. Like it was created for her body and her body alone. Highlighting every inch of her perfect toned figure that almost had him drooling.
"Uh... heh... y-you... dress... a-amazing..."
Despite Lydia's loud sigh, Kayla smiled. Clearly loving his reaction.
"Both of you, get out of my house" Lydia ushered them towards the door, "go and be pathetic else where, I need to get ready".
He was tripping over his feet as she pushed him out the door, but not before handing him a box of condoms - much to his mortification.
"You knock her up, you're dead. Wrap it up before you take off that dress, understood?"
Oh dear god.
A/N) YAYYY the dance coming up, I'm so excited ahhhh honestly; this finale is gonna be OOOOOFT. And stiles speechless haha of course he is ;) so please please review and I will see you soon.
also here is a link to Kayla's dress - https/lashoppingreviews./2010/01/07/and-the-winner-is-jessica-alba-best-dressed-at-the-peoples-choice-awards/
And it actually is an Antonia Berardi dress lol