Lydia and Stiles are dating and she gets jealous because some girl is hitting on Stiles in front of her
SORRY IF ITS NOT VERY GOOD :S
She watched from afar as Stiles served himself some beer in a plastic red cup. She smiled as she stared at the curve of his jawline, and the sweat on his forehead coming from drinking and dancing. He turned to someone, and she looked at who it was.
It was some girl. A Pretty girl, barely wearing clothes. She frowned, as he saw a smile grow on her face. She started to notice he was smiling and talking to her. She was caressing his arm. She couldn’t believe it. She was hitting on him. And he was letting her! And from the look and blush on his face, he was enjoying it.
She felt something pulse through her veins. Something unfamiliar to her. Could it be Jealousy? No…of course it couldn’t.
When Lydia saw that slut run her fingers down his chest, she snapped. She stomped over to them and wrapped her arms around Stiles neck, pulling him down to kiss her passionately. He was surprised, she could tell but the way he didn’t react automatically. She then pulled away and turned to the girl. “Back off, yeah?”
The girl scoffed and left. Stiles smiles, his arms around her hips. “What was that about?”
She stared at him. “Are you serious? Stiles that girl was flirting with you shamelessly!”
He chuckled and kisses her neck slowly. “Is someone Jealous?”
She sighed, closing her eyes, pulling him closer by his neck. “Maybe a little…”
He pinned her to the wall and muttered against her neck. “My car or yours?”
She sighed needily. “Yours, definitely yours.”
He smiled and pulled her away, towards his car.