"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬

𝙄𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

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The next day at school, Allison convinced Lydia and I to go to the lacrosse practice. I knew it was all so she could see Scott aain, but I couldn't judge her, since I kind of wanted to go see his friend. Plus, Lydia was probab;y going to force me to join anyway so she could cheer Jackson on.

As we sat down on the bleachers, I noticed Scott talking to Bourbon Eyes. I couldn't help but notice the distressed look on his face, as his pink lips formed into a pout.

His cute pink lips looked pillow soft. I wonder what they would feel like on my own. 

I was snapped out of my thoughts too soon as Lydia began mumbling about Jackson losing to Scott.

Scott wasn't doing so well in the beginning but after an hour, he became miraculously good. He was running through the defense and even flipped over a guy with ease. I watched in awe as he scored the goal.

Allison, Lydia, and I jumped up and began cheering for Scott. I was about to go down with Allison to tell Scott what a great job he did but I was pulled away by Lydia.

Turning to my sister, I gave her a confused look, "Lydia, What are you-"

Lydia yanked me under the bleachers before checking to make sure nobody was around, "You need to stop staring at that nerd before he gets the wrong idea."

I was not staring at anyone, especially not the cute boy with freckles and eyes that are like molten honey. So I don't see what Lydia was upset about. I throw my head back in exasperation, "Why doesn't anybody believe me? I wasn't looking at anybody. I don't like him."

Lydia glanced at me suspiciously, folding her arms, before an evil smirk fell on her lips, "Good, becuase I got you a date for the party tonight."

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Lydia wasn't joking when she said she got me a date.

Although I haven't seen me supposed date for an hour now, I know that he is around here somewhere. Probably playing beer pong with the bros, since I told him I wasn't interested in the disgusting game of throwing a dirty ball in a communal beer cup. He didn't seem to understand and told me to wait till he was done.

I still can't believe Lydia had managed to get me to the party however. I was fully intending to ditch and hang out with Allison instead but when Scott asked Allison out on a date then I had few options on how to spend my Friday night.

And since the party was at my house I couldn't play sick.

So here I stood dressed in a tight black dress that barely covered my ass and heels that were too high, even for me. Which is saying something, because I refused to wear shoes that weren't elevated at least two inches.

I was currently, leaning on the wall watching everybody dance around me. Usually, I would love the idea of a party but, considering the fact I only know four people at school right now, I wasn't feeling especially social.

That was until I noticed Hazel Eyes awkwardly playing with one of the plants near the staircase. He seemed to be looking at the leaf to see what type it was when suddenly he leaned to far in and tripped over the poor plant making the poor house plant bend in half. He obviously didn't notice that anybody was looking at him as he tried to keep it up by leaning it on the wall, keeping his hands up to make sure it didn't fall over again.

I couldn't help but laugh at his facial expression. I don't know what made me walk up to him but bedore I knew it, I was standing in front of him, "Hey."

I watch as his entire body turns towards me in shock as he gapes at me before awkwardly looking between me and the plant as if begging for something to save him from explaining what he had done.

"It is a ficus audrey," I say pointing to towards the plant, before mentally facepalming myself for what had to be the worst conversation starter in the entire world. I could have said anything in the world. And I chose ficus audrey. Really Ariel?

Bourbon Eyes doesn't say anything as he just looks at me instead probably wondering why I was talking to him. God, how embarrassing. Maybe Lydia was right about acting dumb because the look he was giving me made me wish that I had never taken that college course on botany over the summer last year. I should have just stayed where I was and waited for Brad to finish beer pong...

"Th-the plant," I continue quickly feeling nervous as my heart begins to lightly thump in my chest, "The ficus audrey is the plant you were looking at a second ago," he continues to stare at me making me feel like an idiot causing me to jut my hand out in a final attempt to not completely embarrass myself, "I'm Ariel," I continue, "I think we have English together?"

Something in his expression changed almost as if he realized something before pointing to his chest, making me wonder if he was trying to communicate to me that he was mute. Or maybe he really just didn't want to talk to me. My theory was quickly shot down however as he opened his mouth, "Wel-You-Yep," he nodded.

I smile broke out on my face as I watched him struggle to speak, making me feel ten times better about the awkward ficus introduction, "What's your name?"

"St-Stiles Stilinski," He coughed out before smiling and point to me, "And you are Ariel Martin-which you already said so I-erm."

"Stiles," I repeated the strange name, testing how it sounded on my lips before looking up to see him looking up at me with an odd look on his face. I assumed the odd grin that was on his face was due to him being drunk off Lydia's spiked punch. 

He must have had a lot of it though because he remained in that position for a good minute making me wonder if I was right in my assumption that he did not want to talk to me. Or maybe he was really that out of it. I hoped it was the latter, really hoped.

I begin chewing my lip, "You don't talk much do you?"

Stiles immediately shook his head, snapping out of his weird reverie before saying, "Oh no, I was just appreciating your beauty."

I blush. Did he just call me beautiful?

His eyes widened as he must have realized what he said before shaking his head, "Ah! I mean the party's beauty. Of the party. At your house. Your beautiful party in your beautiful house," his cheeks redden.

I couldn't help but grin, "Thanks, but this party is all Lydia," I wave my hand around, "Did you come with Scott? B-Because you two are friends... because of lacrosse, I always see you together," I continue to blurt realizing that I must have sounded like a freak knowing about his best friend.

"No, he came with his date," Stiles began, not fazed by my knowledge of Scott, although he was still a bit antsy. Why was he so nervous? Was it me? Did I do something?

"They are so cute," I smile, turning my head outside to look at Scott and Allison dancing by the pool. I want to have that someday.

"You definitely are," He nodded before his head whipped towards me, realizing what he said.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I knew what he was trying to say but before I could, someone pulled me back into their arms.

"Hey sprite, where is your sister?" I quickly spun around to see Danny looking down at me with two beers in hand, one I assumed is for Lyds.

I look between Danny and Stiles, watching Stiles look between the two of us in silence witnessing our interaction.

"I think she is outside with Jackson," I tell him, secretly hoping Danny would leave so I could continue talking to Stiles but Danny just drapes an arm on my shoulder, "There is no way in hell I am going to go out there to see Jackson and Lydia sucking face."

I shiver, thinking back to when they made out in front of me a few days ago. I will never be able to erase that from my memory.

A beer can waves in front of my face, as Danny hands Lydia's can to me, "You want hers?"

I was about to accept, but Stiles moving to walk away, distracted me from Danny. I moved to spin out of Danny's arms, as I watched Stiles walked over to Scott. He was holding his head in his hand and seemed in a hurry, "I uhh," Allison suddenly appeared as she was colling out Scott's name, "No thanks, Dan. I gotta go," I trail off before rushing after the three.

"See you later, sprite," Danny shouts as I walked off.

"Allison. Wait up," I yell trying to push my way trhgouh the crowd of teens that just made their way through the door. I was finally able to make ti outside and walked up to Allison who was standing on the sidewalk "What's wrong with Scott?"

"I don't know" the brunette sighs, running her hand through her long hair and watching him pull off.

"Allison. I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek," a male voice breaks through causing us both to spin on our toes. I raise a brow at the older looking man standing next to a grey sports car.

"Um. Hi," Allison says, not in the least interested by him.

"Would you like me to drive you home?" He offers.

"Uh, sure" Alsion nods at him before nodding at me, "Do you wanna join?"

"Sure," I smiled. There was no way in hell that I was going to stay at this party.

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The car pulled to a stop, arriving at a nice sized home, about ten minutes after me and Allison left the party. Allison and I got out of the car seconds before Derek sped off. The car ride had been awkward, since any time we tried to start a conversation, Derek would glare at us causing us to stop speaking halfway through our sentence. I quietly followed Allison to her front door.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home! I bought a friend over!" She called out.

"Hi! I'm Victoria, Allison's mom and this is Chris, her father," Her mom introduced, as she walked into the main foyer.

"Hi Mrs. Argent, Mr. Argent. I'm Ariel Martin," I smile holding my hand out to shake theirs. I don't mention how tight their grip is as I quickly break out of the shake.

"Can she stay over?" Allison asked her parents, already walking up the stairs, looking at me to follow.

"Of course! I have food in the fridge if you get hungry," Mr. Argent told the us, his gaze lingering on me for a bit longer. I try not to show how uncomoofrtable it made me as I went to follow Allison upstairs.

"Thanks, dad," Allison shouted.

Allison and I ran up the stairs to her room. I immediately noticed the cardboard boxes sprawled in every corner.

"Here, you can wear this to sleep in," Allison told me, tossing me an old t-shirt that had a red cross blood donor slogan on it.

I smiled, "Thanks. Is there a bathroom, I can change i-"

I was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Allison! It's for you!" Allison and I shared confused glances as we walked down the stairs. We were immediately greeted by Stiles. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched him slowly begin to lose his cool as we entered his view.

He immediately began to fumble for words as he waved between Allison and I awkwardly, his eyes focused solely on my legs, causing me to feel awkward for still wearing the short dress that Lydia had loaned me.

"You're okay?" Stiles asked. I was completely thrown by his question not expecting that question. It was seomthign people rarely asked me and I think my confusion must have led him to worry as concern and worry were etched across his features.

"Yeah," Allison answered, although Stiles didn't say anything until after I nodded me head, feeling like an idiot for thinking he was talking to just me and not Allison. Obviously he was more concerned about Allison, the person who is talking to his bes friend.

Stiles grinned, letting out a sigh of relief before noticing the strange looks he was getting from Allison's parents causing him to blurt, "Scott was worried."

"Well, I'm fine," Allison stated, more strained this time, as she was obviously upset about him leaving her.

"Good," Stiles laughed, before flinching back after he noticed Chris Argent standing right behind him, giving him a hard look. The boy looked like a scared child in comparison to Allison's father who menacingly walked past Stiles and opened the door for him to leave.

"I'm gonna go," Stiles stuttered, his eyes not leaving Chris Agent's as he carefully walked backward out of the door, before turning around and sprinting to his car.

Both, me and Allison started laughing as we walked back to her room. Allison flopped on her bed while I sat at the desk.

"You so like him," Allison finally stated, her tone holding no room for doubt.

"No," I deadpan.

"How long?" She asked.

"How long what?" I frown, not understanding what she was talking about.

"How long have you liked him?" she questioned again.

"I don't like him," I mumbled. Didn't I just say that? I mean sure I could see why Allison might be confused. He was really cute and sweet and funny and I enjoy hanging out with him. But that by no means meant I had feelings for him.

Right?

No, because I decided so. I would not date anybody in high school. I can't.

"He would definitely go out with you," Allison smirked, laying on her stomach. I brushed my long hair over my shoulder as I shook my head. Allison wouldn't understand. Anyone Allison liked would probably want to date her. I wasn't that pretty or likable.

"Seems like it would be difficult considering I don't like him," I sassed, grabbing a pillow that was on the desk chair and lightly tossing it at Allison who moved her hands to block it with a light laugh.

"Well, he definitely likes you," She smiled.

"I think I need to rethink my whole idea of yu being smart, Ally," I hum, bringing my finger up to my lips in contemplation, "because there is no universe where he likes me."

Allison scoffed, tossing the same pillow back to me causing me to squal as it hit me in the middle of my stomach, "How do you know he doesn't like you?"

I shrugged my shoulder before looking at Allison with a smirk, "How do you know that he does?"

"He looks at you in a way that makes it look like you are the only person in the world."

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