Uncertainty - Stiles Stilinski [1]

twenty-two

Tess helped me to close the zipper at the back of my black dress. It was tight around my thighs and even tighter around my torso. I got in the red high heels that Lydia made me buy and threw the red blazer on. Lydia decided to do my make-up, so she went over to me after our shopping trip and did my make-up, which was beautiful by the way. The smokey eyes and the black eyeliner made my eyes even bigger and the red lipstick made my lips look soft. I have to admit, Lydia knew what she was doing. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't even recognize myself. With my hair tied up in a messy but beautiful bun, I looked even older. My cheekbones were now visible, making me look like a mid-twenty year old woman.

"You're beautiful, Amber. Mom and Dad would've been proud" Tess smiled, making me tear up a little bit. "I know" I mumbled and took my black clutch. 

"Just be careful tonight, okay?" Tess warned me. "I will. I promise" I said and walked down the stairs where Stiles was waiting for me.

"Wow... you're looking absolutely beautiful. You're stunning" he mumbled.

"Stop making me blush" I muttered, "But thank you. You're not too bad yourself."

"Okay, may I take one picture? Please?!" Tess begged. "Fine!"

Tess took her picture and let us go. "But remember, Amber. Be careful" she reminded me before she closed the door behind us.

"Shall we?" Stiles asked and walked to his car. I nodded. We made it to school in less than ten minutes. Stiles, being the total gentleman he was today, opened the door for me and helped me out. "You know, you could always be like that" I joked. 

"Well, you gotta have to do a lot more for it than just look beautiful" he laughed and closed the door, walking to the entrance with me. "Well, your bad that I'm not going to dance tonight!" I said and followed him inside.

"Why not?" he asked. "I'm not a good dancer" I confessed. 

"Me neither. That makes two of us, so you're not the only one who can't dance" he said. I shrugged and sat down at one of the table.

"All right, while you're still thinking if you should dance or not, I'm going to get us something to drink, yeah?" he asked. "Okay" I said and watched him walk away.

I looked through the dancing crowd and spotted Allison standing next to Jackson. Jackson was about to get drunk and Allison wasn't really pleased with that. Lydia was dancing with a lacrosse player a few feet away, looking at Jackson here and then. She clearly wasn't over him. She still had feelings for him, even though he treated her like crap. They were like a magnet. Totally different but still attracted to each other. Scott sat on the bleachers, hidden behind a smooching couple, looking for Allison. I turned back around and saw Peter standing in the middle of the crowd with his oh so famous leather jacket on. He stared at me and then at Scott. I looked back at Scott and we made eye contact. As I turned back around, Peter was gone.

Stiles came back and handed me one of the cups. "Thanks" I smiled and took a sip. Punch with clearly a little bit of alcohol in it. Someone must've poured it in. Probably Jackson. But alcohol was no problem for me. I couldn't get drunk anymore.

"Do you wanna dance?" Stiles asked me. "Pass" I said. "Oh come on!" he groaned.

"I said I won't dance, Stiles." I repeated.

"You know what?" he said and stood up. "Let my try that again. Amber. Get off your cute little ass and dance with me now!" he ordered.

"Interesting tactic. I'm gonna stick with no" I laughed.

"Ugh, do I have to do the speech now?... Amber, get up- okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend, I don't. Amber - I've had a crush on you since you bumped into us, showing us your bite. And I know for sure that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows you really. Uh-huh" he admitted.