7

                                    

                                          
"Stiles, let me go! Just tell your dad I was with you all night.  Pleaseeeee." I pleaded, as we pulled up to Scott's.  
"No, not if you aren't going to tell me where you're going." Stiles huffed, as he got out of the car.  
"Why do you care anyway?" I asked, as we walked up to his front door.  
"Dude, I just picked you off of the ground yesterday... you wanna ask that question again?" Stiles sort of scuffed as he walked into Scott's house.  
"Hey, don't act like I can't defend myself, because I did!" I argued back as I followed him.  
Stiles turned back towards me, placing his hands on his hips.  
"I didn't say you didn't know how to defend yourself.  My dad told me the goose egg on your dad's head was the size of a tennis ball, that's not the point.  The point is, if something happens to you because I wasn't with... then my dad won't let me see daylight for at least ten years." 
"Oh please, your dad doesn't seem that harsh." I scuffed, as I followed him up to Scott's room.  
Scott was sitting on his computer at his desk.  
"Hey guys." He mumbled, glancing up at us.  
I sat down on the foot of his bed, giving him a weird look.  
"You alright, Scott?" I asked him.  
Stiles plopped down next to me, causing me to bounce a little bit on the mattress.  
I shot him a glare, but Stiles smiled back.  
He seemed like he couldn't be happier forcing me to tag along with him.  
"Yeah, you didn't say much over the phone.  What's up?" Stiles asked him.  
Scott sighed as he turned off his computer and he turned to face us.  
"Well, Allison has been really distant it seems. And now I'm finding out she's going to this party... I just don't know if I'm over thinking it or not." Scott rested his hands on top his head, and he seemed to sink down in his chair a bit.  
"Well, she is a popular girl... so she's going to go to parties..." Stiles said, as he seemed to move a little closer to me.  
Our thighs pressed against each other and we both looked up.  
Stiles looked almost startled, as he quickly moved his leg away from mine.  
I seemed to smirk a bit, as I moved my leg back so it pressed against his.  
I could see out of the corner of my eye Stiles quickly looked back at me, as he seemed to let out a shuttered breath.  
Oh.  
Ohhhhh.  
Stiles seemed so affected by my touch, I found it sort of endearing.  
"It's simple, just crash the party." I told Scott confidently.  
Scott rolled his eyes.  
"Yeah, crash Jackson's party.  Hell no." Scott huffed, as he ran his hands through his hair.  
I placed my hand on Stiles knee, pushing off of his leg to stand up.  
Stiles seemed to let out a little gasp now, that he desperately tried to conceal. 
"Well, I was on my way to Jackson's party, buttttttt Stiles forced me to come here with him... no offense, Scott." I said, as I stood before Stiles.  
Stiles was breathing heavily now, as he did everything to avoid eye contact with me.  
"None taken- wait, you were going to go to Jackson's party?! How?" Scott quickly asked as he stood up.  
"Jackson invited me, he said I can bring a friend or two." I smiled.  
"Well, let's go!" Scott was excited now.  
I couldn't tell if he was more excited about Allison possibly being there, or about it being one of Jackson's parties.  
"Why do you want to go to Jackson's party anyway? And you're going dressed like that? I don't think we should go." Stiles stood up and argued, it seemed like he had a hit of jealousy in his voice now at the mention of Jackson.  
"Because I want to get drunk and have a good time.  Besides, I'm not going like this." I told him, as I took my sweatshirt off and tossed it onto Scott's bed, "I'm going like this." 
Stiles eyes quickly found their way to my tight fitted shirt, stopping at my chest.  
"I changed my mind, let's go." Stiles seemed to mumble.  
Stiles stood there stiff like a statue, as his gaze was still fixated on me.  
"Let's go, Stiles." Scott said, as he grabbed Stiles by the sleeve of his shirt.  
Stiles seemed to come back to reality, as he stumbled over his own feet and almost face planted.  
"Alright, so who's driving? Because I'm not.  I'm drinking." I told them, as we all stood in front of Stiles jeep in the driveway.  
"I can." Scott volunteered.  
Stiles quickly tossed his keys to Scott, as Scott hopped into the driver's seat.  
Stiles and I both reached for the passenger side door at the same time.  
Both of our hands collided at the door handle.   
"I'm not riding in the back seat of my own car." Stiles argued.  
"Well, I'm the one with the address. I've gotta tell him where to go." I argued back.  
"Come on and just get in." Scott hollered at us.  
"Fine, but you're squeezing into the little middle seat." Stiles huffed, as he opened up the door for the both of us.  
Stiles and I both squeezed into the front seat next to Scott and Scott drove off.  
We were all packed elbow to elbow, as we drove down the dimly lit streets.  
"Stiles. Eyes up, buddy." Scott seemed to chuckle a bit.  
I looked over at Stiles, his eyes were completely fixed on my chest.  
"Stiles." Scott spoke again, as we turned onto Jackson's block.  
"Boobs." Stiles blurted out, without even thinking. 
Stiles quickly realized what he had said, as his face turned a shade of dark red.  
I started laughing.  
Which caused Scott and Stiles to ease up a bit and they started laughing too.  
"Alright, we are here." Scott parked the car on the side of the road.  
As we all walked towards the door, the sound of thumping music grew louder.  
Scott and Stiles stopped a few steps behind me, as I walked up to the front door and knocked.