𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

"It just showed up there on my key ring this morning" Stiles explains as we enter the colourful party full of party goers "I asked my dad if he put it there but he said he didn't know anything about it"

"It's just a key, right?" Scott replies.

"Yeah, but it's not mine" Stiles answers "And I don't know how it got there or what it's for"

"You want to leave so we can figure it out?" Scott asks.

Stiles looks at me and I slyly brush my arm against his.

"It can wait" He decides and I grin happily.

I squeal, kissing Stiles' cheek before running off through the crowd of people in Derek's loft. I reach the girl who owns the paints and she smiles at me in a friendly manner.

"Whatcha wanting, sweet cheeks?" She asks me.

"Anything" I assure her, slipping off my white top to reveal a black bralette and she nods.

She picks up a pink paint and starts by painting multiple flowers over my chest, stomach, shoulders and arms before painting my lips with the same bright pink. She then picks up a green and connects the flowers with vines reaching down to my wrists. The girl draws the green up my neck before using a yellow to circle the middle of the flowers.

"There you go" She chirps.

"Thank you!" I yell over the music.

"You're welcome" She waves me off.

I make my way back into the crowd, tucking my white top partially into the waistband of my skirt, before someone swoops in front of me covered in green paint with red fake fangs in their mouth, making me jump.

"You scared me" I laugh, hitting Aiden's chest.

"Not as good as the real ones" He comments, taking the fangs out.

"Or as lethal" I add.

"Okay, sure. I deserve that" He chuckles.

I spot my favourite strawberry blonde and I perk up.

"I gotta go" I tell him before slipping past people until I reach Lydia.

I grab her arm and she jumps a little before a big smile grows on her face.

"Dance with me, Lyds!" I demand and she accepts, allowing me to drag her to the middle of the dancing crowd.

A thumping tune blares through the loft as we sway our hips to the music, singing along to the lyrics. I place my hands on Lydia's waist and she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck. We whip our hair side to side, dancing stupidly as if no one is watching.

"I've missed you!" Lydia shouts over the loud music.

"I've missed you too!" I grin happily.

A topless guy covered in blue paint walks up to us and I smirk at the way he eyes my friend.

"Can I cut in?" He asks me and I let go of Lydia's waist.

"Be my guest" I grin, winking at Lydia who shakes her head with a smile.

"By the way, you've got a fan" Lydia comments, nodding behind me before slipping away in the crowd.

I turn around and see Stiles sat on the spiral staircase, watching me. He looks down at his feet and I laugh, walking towards him.

"Stiles Stilinski" I declare and he looks up at me.

"Natalia McCall" He smiles.

"You're gonna dance with me instead of staring at me like a creep" I order, making his eyes widen.

"I wasn't staring" He objects as I pull him to his feet.

"Yes, you were" I argue.

"No, I wasn't" He argues back.

"Stiles, I don't mind. It's okay" I assure him and he rolls his eyes.

"I can't dance!" He huffs as I drag him into the crowd.

"I'll teach you!" I assure him.

We come to a stop and I turn to him, grabbing his hands.

"Just put your hands here" I hum, placing them on my hips.

A warmth almost instantly fills my body and I smile at the feeling, subconsciously leaning closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and start swaying my hips to the music like before.

"I feel like I look stupid" Stiles admits and I giggle, shaking my head.

I lean up to his ear and he freezes, gently squeezing my hips which makes butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"I think you look good" I whisper before pressing my lips to his cheek, leaving a pink fluorescent lip stain behind.

He smiles softly at the gesture and grabs my hand with one of his hands, spinning my around. I let out an airy laugh as he twirls me around before I stumble dizzily into his chest.

He confidently grabs my hips, pressing his forehead to my own and my eyes widen at the sudden boldness from the usually shaky boy.

"Hi" I grin widely.

"Hey" He replies.

Stiles starts to back me up through the hoards of people but I trust that he won't let me bump into someone, following his lead. My back eventually hits the hard surface of the wall and I reach up my palm cupping his cheek. He boldly leans down and captures my lips in a kiss.

Although this is now the third time I've kissed the Stilinski boy, my heart still beats wildly against my chest and butterflies flutter around in my stomach as his lips move with my own.

"This is so wrong" Stiles pants as I kiss down his neck, my hands tugging on his messy hair "You're my best friend's sister"

"Does it feel wrong?" I ask him, pulling away from his skin to look him in the eyes.

"No. No, it feels right" He answers and I smile.

"Then stop thinking so much" I tell him, pressing another kiss to his lips.

He trails kisses along my jaw and I hum in content, running my hands down his chest before back up and into his hair once again.

The boy abruptly pulls away and look at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" I ask curiously.

"I need to go to the school" He blurts out.

"Why?" I frown.

"I'll explain on the way" He says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the door.

The whole way to the school Stiles rambles on about phosphors and chemicals, and the key on his key ring.

We enter the chemistry classroom and we walk over to the closet Barrow was hiding in as Stiles pulls out his keys. He finds the key that doesn't belong to him and tries it in the keyhole. The key slots in perfectly before he turns it, the door clicking as it unlocks and he then pulls down the handle, pushing the door open.

I watch in awe as the boy then walks over to the chalkboard and picks up a piece of chalk. He writes the numbers next to the ones already there and my eyes widen when I realise that the writing is exactly the same.

"Oh my God" I mutter.