<Stiles's POV>

I meet up with Isaac and sit at the bar in the club. We grab two beers to start off but my the end of tonight I want to be so drunk I don't remember it.

"I could of sworn you would be here with Scott," Isaac says through loud music and screaming people.

"Ya well he went to Australia to go get married," I explain. Isaac breathes out heavily. We turn around and look at all the dancing people.

"Who you looking for?" Isaac asks.

"Someone I will only remember one thing about," I tell him.

"So a one night stand?" Isaac asks. I look at him with a disapproving look.

"No my mom, yes a freaking one nighter jeez," I say sarcastically. Isaac puts up his hands as if giving in to his stupidity. We laugh. The. Something catches my eye through the bright shining lights and vibrant clothes. A flash of red hair. Well, it was actually more strawberry blonde but still. I can see it through the whole club. I know I've seen it before. Wait, I bumped into a girl today with the same color hair. I ended spilling my drink on her. An apology is in order. Maybe she will even be my girl for tonight.

"Isaac I'll catch up with you later," I say while walking away from the bar and into the madness.

<Lydia's POV>

We dance like crazy people and forget all of our problems. Ali bumps my hip and I go back into another person and it must be a guy because hard chest muscles make impact with my back. I turn around.

"Sor- wait your the one that spilt beer all over me," I say in recognition.

"Ya that's kind of why I came over here," he says. I dance and he dances with me.

"I'm Lydia!" I shout over the noise.

"Stiles!"

"Nice to meet you," I say. He scoffs.

"Just come get a drink with me," he says. I nod and tell my friends where I'm going and Kira smirks. I flip her off playfully. I grab Stiles hand and pull him to the bar. We sit and I order a strong shot.

"So what do you say after a couple drinks we head out of here," I suggest.

"Why don't we just go now?" He asks.

"I'm not high enough." We drink and drink and drink till my throat feels like it's on fire.

He grabs my hand and we stumble out of the door and onto the streets. I pull Stiles into an alley. He presses me up against a wall and starts to kiss me. I'm startled at first, but this guy is so hot how could I refuse? We kiss with unknown passion. Our mouths both reaking of alcohol.

"We-should-go to- your-apartment," I say between kisses.

"Ya- good idea," Stiles responds through our lips. We pull apart and practically sprint to his apartment. "How the hell do you run in those freaking heels?" He asks looking down at my feet. Before he looks up he runs into a tall, buff man. Stiles looks up and I laugh.

"Watch where your fucking going asshole!" He yells.

<Stiles POV>

"Back the fuck off it was an accident!" Lydia yells. Why would she defend me? She doesn't even know my last name!

"Alright that's it!" The big man yells. He pulls back his fist and I react fast.

"Hey!" I say jumping I front of Lydia. His fist connects with my eye and I stumble back and fall on the ground.

"Stiles!" The red head yells. She kneels next to me and the man starts to walk away. "Hey asshole!" She yells at the man and stands up. The big guy turns around and looks at her.

"Lydia!" I yell protectively. She ignores me.

"Pick on someone your own size!" She yells and with one swift motion takes off her heel and smashes it on his head. The man gasps and then storms away holding his now bruised head. I start to laugh and roll on my back.

When Lydia walks back over to me I say, "That was freaking awesome!"

She giggles. "Not as awesome as you taking that punch for me!" I laugh. "Are you okay?" She asks obviously holding back the smile that's forming on her perfect lips. I smirk even though my eye kills.

"Ya I'm good, let's go, my apartment is right there." She nods and helps me up.

<Lydia's POV>

I leave my other heel behind me. I won't need it where I'm going. This Stiles guy is pretty great. No! I mentally slap myself. I promised I would never get close to someone else. It only results in hurt. I will just enjoy myself and then forget it.

"Come on," Stiles says. He pulls on my hand like a child to a mother. I walk with him into his apartment elevator. Turns out it's out of order. "That's okay I'm on the second floor." He brings me to the stairwell and opens the door. I start to kiss him but I caught him so much by surprise he falls back onto the steps. We laugh and kiss more. When we fell my dress fell down a bit. I'm debate wether or not I should pull it up but I decide against it. We run to Stiles's apartment. He gets out the keys and unlocks the door. I push him in and he grabs my waist and pulls me into what must be his bedroom. It's plain and simple. The only thing that catches my eye is a picture of a little boy and a women. The picture frame has a necklace draped over it and a flower vase next to it. I forget it. Why do I need to know?

He pushes me against the bed and the kissing is violent. We start pulling off our clothes not caring about anything.

When I look quickly at Stiles body I am surprised. I expected him to be a lot more muscular considering his personality and strength. He is pale and thin but muscles are definitely visible. I actually like it. Most guys I have sex with are muscular. Stiles's appearance almost comforts me. He doesn't look like he is attacking me.

"Are you going to stop looking at me and have normal sex or do you have sex through your eyes?" Stiles says. Smart ass.

"Shut up...it's weird actually you aren't staring at me, you know my-"

"I know I'm not staring, this might just me a one nighter, but I still have a respect for women," Stiles says cutting off my sentence. I smile at that.

The rest of the night is what I planned on doing. We had sex and then we slept.

<Stiles's POV>

I wake up to the smell of searing bacon and warm coffee. I barely remember last night. The side of the bed next to me is empty. That Lydia girl must've left. But then who is cooking in my kitchen?

I get out of bed and the realize I am naked. Shamefully I grab jeans and a tee- shirt. When I walk out in the kitchen I am taken a back from the sight. A freshly showered Lydia is making me breakfast. Her sopping hair is tied up in an imperfect know on her head and her face even cleared of all makeup is beautiful.

"Morning, hope you don't mind I borrowed your flannel and some skinny jeans I found under the bed," she says casually. I just stare at her in awe. "What you never had a girl stay before?" She says.

"Um, no I uh, haven't, you didn't have to make breakfast," I tell her.

"Well you took a punch for me last night so I guess this made it fair, by the way how is your eye?" She asks. How is she so casual?

"Oh um, it's fine thanks, just a little bruised." She nods in approval and sets the small table I have with eggs bacon and coffee. We sit down and I try to rip my eyes away from her beauty. I dig in to her creation.

"This is good," I say. She ignores me. "You okay?" When she looks up there are tears in her eyes. "Lydia?" I ask awkwardly.

"It's just I have to go home to a shitty apartment alone after staying at your gorgeous one with you," she says lightly, barely audible. I don't know what to do really.

"Well you can't stay here forever, last night was just a one night stand, I never intended for us to be a thing." I regret saying it as soon as the words leave my lips.

"Wow really caring aren't you, your a typical city shit head, all I intended was sexy but I don't know, I thought maybe your tiny brain wasn't corrupted by the city assholes, bye stiles," she yells and starts to storm out of my apartment. I don't try to stop her. There's nothing I can do.

<Lydia's POV>

I storm out of the apartment with my phone. When I step out into the cold morning air I see my friends about to walk into a café. Allison waves me over but I ignore her. She looks at me concerned and then runs across the crowded street towards me.

"Hey Lyds, happy new year- what's wrong?" She asks. I start to cry but the thing that hurts most is not what I feel but what I see. My heel from last night with Stiles sits on the side of the sidewalk. "Lydia?"

"I'll explain later, long story short, I've fallen so hard for trouble in the form of a boy."

A/N hope you liked it!