The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Seventeen ꕥ

"You look beautiful." Lydia says as she curls my hair.

I watch my face in the mirror as she brings the wand closer to my head. I feel the heat radiating off of it, "You do too." I tell her, grinning.

"Well, duh." She jokes, tossing her curled locks over her head, she had just finished curling her own hair when she decided she wanted my hair curled too.

"Always so modest." I shake my head as she pins a few strands of my hair behind my ears.

"I have to be." She tells me, "How else would I have gotten this popular."

I roll my eyes as she puts her finishing touches on my hairdo, "Perfect, Stilinski won't be able to take his eyes off of you. Not that he can anyway."

I raise an eyebrow at her, "What does that mean?"

"Oh sweetheart," Lydia chuckles, "Anyone with eyes can see that boy is in love with you."

I feel my cheeks heat up as her green eyes watch me, "What?" I ask, my heart hammering in my chest.

Instead of answering my question she smiles down at me, "Just look at him, you'll see." 

"What does that mean?" I hear the distant sound of tires on gravel and realize that Stiles is here. "Why am I so nervous?"

"Because you finally get a night alone with the boy you like." She brushes my hair over my shoulder and pushes me out the door of my bedroom, "Don't let mom take too many pictures, you might get stuck here all night."

I laugh as I walk into the hallway. Downstairs I hear the door open and the voice of Stiles as he tries to talk with my mom about the weather. I reach the stairs and suck in a breath, trying not to think too much about what waits for me at the bottom of the stairs.

The sound of my footsteps draws the attention of both my mom and Stiles, who's arms fall to his side. "H-Hi." He stutters, his mouth falling open.

"Hi." I mimic, my eyes drinking in his appearance. He was wearing a black suit with a pink tie, one that matches my dress perfectly. In his hand he held a box with a delicate carnation in it, which he tossed back and forth nervously. 

"You look beautiful." He breaths when I make it to the bottom of the stairs, his eyes still glued to me.

I drop my chin, letting my hair cover my blushing face, "Thanks." The dress that Lydia made me get was better than the first one, I would admit that. It was a pale pink sleeveless dress that came about mid thigh.

"Pictures!" I jump as my mom almost yells, I forgot she was standing there.

I roll my eyes but tuck myself under Stiles's arm anyway. I lean my head on his shoulder and flash a brilliant smile.

After listening to the click of her camera for at least five minutes the smile drops off my face, "Alright." I scold her, "We're leaving now."

"So soon?" My mom pouts.

I grab Stiles's hand and pull him towards the door, "Yes, we're leaving so soon. Bye!" I yell as the door closes. I turn towards him with a shy grin, "You ready?"

Stiles nods and, with his hand interlocked with mine, he walks to his Jeep. "We have to keep an eye out for Scott." He tells me, a small smirk on his face.

"Why, isn't he banned from the dance?"

Stiles snorts, "He's not letting that stop him."

"He's sneaking in, isn't he?"

Stiles nods, his hand finding mine as soon as his jeep is speeding down the road, "Yes he is."

The rest of the car ride is spent in a comfortable silence. I watch Beacon Hills pass as we grow closer to the school. Instead of the silent school that once was, lights flash through the windows and music blasts in the parking lot. Stiles parks the jeep and I clamber out, catching eyes with Allison who stands next to Jackson and his shiny Porsche. I watch as Jackson offers Allison a sip from a flask he had in his suit pocket and I send her a look of pity.