“Is {{user}} here?” Stiles asks as scott and Scott walk into Lydia’s house party. The music was blasting, and teens covered the halls of her lake house.

“Dude— can you admit you like her already?” Scott laughs as they walk further into the party, nearing the kitchen we’re all their friends were stood.

“What? I’d never like—“ stiles words drown out as he spots you across the room. Your small black dress, your hair straighten loosely past your shoulders.

You were practically a goddess.