Prologue
It all started with an invitation. An invitation from Lydia Martin to a party in a place outside of Beacon Hills, Stiles couldn’t really remember the name of the place. To be honest Stiles really does not remember much of the party, especially after a few drinks. However, she clearly remembered that she had not wanted to go.
So she had no idea how she was sitting in the backseat of Scott's car with Lydia beside her and Allison in the passenger seat.
“Come on, Stiles. Put a smile on that pale face,” Lydia said as she slipped another layer of lipstick onto her already red lips. I used to have a crush on Lydia, but luckily after we became friends a few years ago that was over.
“I know you and Jackson aren't together anymore. But shouldn't you be taking care of your broken heart? I mean you were together for five years.”
“Stiles, sweetheart," She said in a sweet voice. "Jackson is an egocentric asshole that breaks it off with me every time some girl catches his eyes. I’ve dealt with five years of that shit, don’t you think I should change my way of acting a bit? Seeking a new love or any romantic nonsense like that.”
“So, we're going to a party in the woods where we're going to drink until we drop and where you try to find the new love of your life?”
“Not exactly. We're going to a party where I plan to meet somebody who fucks me until I can’t walk and I can't remember that bastard’s name. Well, if this is meant to be, why not?”
I stay silent, I didn't want to be the first person to remind her that, for the last five years, it was always the same thing. Jackson would leave her for some random girl and Lydia would drag us all to some party where she would fuck some hot stranger and call Jackson the next morning telling him what she did. Then he leaves where ever he was and go to her house where he would beat up the man in Lydia's bed and they would be a couple again. It was a strange cycle of comings and goings that occurred every two months, like clockwork, for the last five years.
It was how they showed their feelings for each other. At least, I think so, destructive and full of anguish at times as it is. But it worked for both of them, at least it worked before. Apparently Lydia regained her self-esteem and decided it apparently wasn’t so interesting anymore. We'll see tomorrow morning.
"We finally arrived, I can’t stand being stuck in this car with these two love birds. Stiles, come with me." Lydia ordered as she get out of the car.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because we're both single women, and we need fresh meat."
"Jesus, you treat men as flesh..."
"Aren't we all, love?"
xxxx
Ten minutes later, and Lydia had already left me for a pair of twins. Hell, I'd end up the only one alone tonight.
I was about to ask Scott and Allison to get me out of here when I realized they had disappeared. Great, now I have to knock from door to door upstairs, I just hope there aren’t too many rooms occupied. Sure, keep thinking that Stiles.
I started up the stairs and cursed all three of them for leaving me alone. Seriously, what kind of friend does that? Oh yeah! I just remember, friends who have girlfriends and ones who can get someone in the blink of an eye. I swear Lydia had just put a foot in the doorway and the twins materialized beside her.
My self-esteem died a little more today. Dead and buried. I think I should be friends with Greenberg, he at least has a social life even worse than mine. A few doors later and I still had not found sign of any of my friends. Yep, Lydia and the twins are gone, too. Great!