𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was prom. Stiles somehow managed to get Lydia Martin to go with him (maybe because her and Jackson broke up for the 800th time and she wanted to make him jealous).

You were going with a lacrosse player, named Blake. You always thought he was cute and was happy when he asked you to be his prom date.

The theme was ‘The Stars’ so everyone was dresses in dark colours with shiny jewelry. You were wearing a long black sparkly dress and you actually did your makeup for once.

After a while at prom, Blake ditched you for some random girl. You walked over to the stands but froze as you saw Stiles. Slowly, you made your way to him and sat beside him.

“Where’s Lydia?” you asked softly, not looking at him

“With Jackson.” His voice was quiet and sad, just like yours. “Where’s Blake?”

i sighed, forcing a small smile on my face as i looked at him “oh, you know. with some random girl he deemed prettier.”

Stiles nodded softly, his face smeared with empathy as he heard you speak. He knew you were sadder than you were letting on. Hes known you for way too long to not be able to tell when you were hiding something.

“It just sucks.. The one time i actually try to be pretty and he still ditches me.” you looked down at your feet, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to distract yourself from the harsh reality check.

“Yeah.. I get how you feel. But, you look beautiful.” He smiled softly at you. You lifted your head to look at him, the corner of your lips curling into a smile

“Yeah..?”

“Yeah.”

A moment of silence fell between you two as your eyes stayed locked on one another. You’ve always thought Stiles was cute but he was obsessed with Lydia. You never made a move because you’re nothing like Lydia Martin. You could never compare to her.

“C’mon.” Stiles stood up and held his hand out. You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he wants. He saw the confusion on your face and laughed softly. “Dance with me.. You’re too pretty to be sitting on the benches all night.”