Lust- Stiles Stilinski

Meeting- 1

I closed my eyes for a brief second. The music was terrible, and the apartment smelled like beer and guys. It was suppose to be a girls night out with Allison.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" I shouted over the loud music to her as she was sitting on her new boyfriend Scott's lap. I haven't really met him but he seems nice and Alison is happy so that's all that matters.
I walked over to the long line up and sighed.
"Mind stepping forward, Little One?" A male voice from behind said.
I turned around to see a tall guy with an arrogant expression on his face. His hazel eyes were beaming at me, and he was smirking.
I couldn't help but check him out a little. He had very dark messy hair, perfectly scattered moles, and deep hazel eyes but it went perfectly with the bad boy look he was creating.
"Little One?" I asked just as annoyed.
He raised his eyebrows up, and tilted his head a little.
"Are you a freshman?" He said smirking.
I rolled my eyes at his irritating tone. He was so confident, so smug. It was sexy.
"Yes, obviously." I answered. "And I don't remember seeing you, so I assume, you're not."
"So you say, if you would have seen me yesterday, you would have remembered me, huh?" He winked.
"I just have a radar for assholes." I smirk.
"You have a point. I'm Stiles." His dark eyes linger on mine.
Stiles? Stiles? Whose name is Stiles?
"Stiles." I repeated calmly.
"You know who I am?" He smirked again.
"Don't flatter yourself," I said, and surprising both, myself and Stiles, patted his chest. His breathing hitched a bit but he covered it by moving a millimetre away from me, his facial expression encouraging me to continue talking.
"Just racking my head here, thinking, what the hell kind of name is a Stiles?"
"Oh, I like it." He smiled at me once again.
"Oh, really?."
"Oh, yeah, Little One. Ive heard my name being screamed loudly and whispered quietly in the most thrilling situations. Believe me."
I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled my eyes.
"Seriously, you get laid speaking like this?"
Once again he quivered with the howling laughter.
Stiles' features were actually cute when he was laughing and after peeking at him, I smiled to myself.
"Ah! I see a genuine smile, huh?" Stiles chuckled a little.
I shook my head a little, thinking what I was still doing talking to him, when his intentions seemed obvious.
"Anyways," I said. "it was nice meeting you, Stiles. But I'm not that type of girl."
He looked at me with admiration, like I had just passed his test.
I gazed at him a little longer, for half a second dropping to his pink lips.
He took a step closer to me and his look on me immediately went from teasing to hungry.
I slowly took a step back and walked around him, intentionally brushing my hair on his arm.
"And you are?" He asked staring at my body as I was slowly walking away from him back to the party.
He was inappropriate. He was arrogant. He was WRONG.
"Done now." I shot a smile looking back at him.

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