Teen Wolf: Void Stiles

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Now that I got a taste!!~

I think that I'd suffocate!!~

For every second that you aren't by my side!!~

But now I'm stuck at the gate!!~

Of Lucifer's estate!!~

I fell in love with a girl I met in Hell!!~

As I walked into the so-called "party." I couldn't help but marvel at the chaos unfolding before me.

It was like a typical school gathering, a celebration of poor life choices disguised as a social event.

The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of teenage angst and cheap alcohol, promising a night of regret and questionable decision-making.

The living room had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor, where a DJ with unquestionable taste in music was blasting beats that could only be described as a sonic assault on the eardrums.

A few brave souls dared to venture into the rhythmic nightmare, flailing their limbs in what they believed to be dance moves.

I couldn't help but wonder if they were having a seizure or just attempting to summon ancient spirits with their erratic gyrations.

In the corner, amidst the sea of bodies, I spotted a couple locked in a passionate embrace.

They were engaged in a battle of tongues, their hands exploring every nook and cranny with a fervour usually reserved for archaeological digs.

It was as if they were trying to discover lost civilizations hidden within each other's mouths. I discreetly averted my gaze, not wanting to intrude on their quest for oral enlightenment.

Meanwhile, a group of teens had gathered around a table stacked with red cups, which seemed to be some kind of unofficial badge of coolness.

They poured copious amounts of liquid into their cups, pretending to be adults while getting drunk on a cocktail of sugar and rebellion.

I couldn't help but marvel at their dedication to embracing bad decisions at such a tender age.

Not that I was the one to say anything, I had my first sip of beer when I was 12, my dad knows but he acts like he doesn't, I think he knows deep down that I won't abuse it too much or get myself into an addiction or something and it's not really as cool as people say it is.

Alcohol leaves a fucking bad after taste.

Anyway, the conversation around me was a cacophony of teenage drama and trivialities.

Some were gossiping about who did what with whom, while others passionately debated the superiority of their favourite Netflix shows.

It was a mix of deep philosophical musings and shallow obsessions with celebrity romances.

Truly, the future of humanity seemed secure in their hands.

As I made my way through the labyrinth of hormonal chaos towards the pool, I couldn't help but feel a sense of both amusement and dread.

This party was a melting pot of teenage clichés, a microcosm of the awkward and often cringe-worthy phase that is adolescence.

But hey, who am I to judge?

We've all been there, stumbling through life while pretending to have it all figured out.

This party was a perfect reminder of the beautiful mess of our lives, well that is if it doesn't end up as a bloodbath by the time the party's over.

I sighed looking over at the guys standing beside the pool and some inside it.

Scott was nowhere to be seen which meant he was not here yet, which made me think whether he took my advice and stayed home.

But I immediately crossed it as I knew he was too dumb to follow my advice.

I snatched myself a cup and a bottle of whiskey before resigning in a secluded corner at the backside garden.

I knew some of the guys but not enough to name them as friends, the lacrosse team was here but they were with their respective girls. I noticed Lauryn in the group but she was with Mindy, the girl she was currently dating, so I can't disturb her either.

I sighed once again and began to pour myself a drink, when I heard rustling behind me, I didn't mind them as it would be either a couple coming back after a sneaky make out session or Lydia's dog, Prada.

"Do me a favour and pour some." I blinked as I heard a familiar voice and my eyes landed on the anti-social beauty of our school.

Tara Carpenter was wearing a black top with a standard blue jeans combo, her black-brown hair tied into a bun and her face covered in a frown.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence." I remarked, barely batting an eye as I accepted the cup she handed me.

"Imagine my surprise." she muttered, plopping down beside me. "Amber just can't resist pestering me about her oh-so-thrilling social encounters."

She gestured towards her friend, who was flailing about like a deranged maniac to the tune of Aaron Smith's "Dancin" blaring from the speakers.

I couldn't help but shake my head as I witnessed Amber shoot down poor Isaac, who foolishly attempted to make a move on her.

Amber was a party animal, second only to Lydia, but unlike the latter, Amber had her precious boundaries. She was the exact opposite of Tara, brimming with social energy like a Golden Retriever on a park visit.

Returning the glass, now brimming with whiskey, I quipped to myself. Normally, when an attractive girl approaches me first, I either stumble over my words or become a full-blown commentator. But not with Tara.

She detested humanity in general and the mere thought of dating never even grazed her mind.

We both sat there, motionless, observing the crowd as the songs shifted one after another.

"What's the matter?" Tara inquired, noting my uncharacteristic silence.

Well, I'm never one to keep my mouth shut, but the events of the past few days have left me dumbfounded.

Without answering, I simply shook my head, plastered a smile on my face and gazed up at the full moon, a sense of impending doom settling in my heart.

Suddenly, a tap on my shoulder snapped me out of my reverie.

"Hey Stiles, wanna dance with me?" I looked at Amber, my eyebrows raised in bewildered amusement.

"Uh…Why?" I asked in confusion.

"Because I want to." Amber sassily gestured with her eyes towards the corner and tilted her head that way. Tara and I leaned back and peeped Isaac's death stare aimed at me.

Normally, I wouldn't fall for a move like this, knowing damn well Amber was just using me to send a message to Isaac but today I didn't care.

"Sure." I replied, taking her hand into mine and led her to the dance floor.

Amber's face practically screamed 'What the hell?' when she saw my move but she managed to school her surprise with a smirk while the song changed to 'Lose you to love me.'

You promised me the world and I fell for it~

I casually slung my arm around her waist, pulling her in real close while she reciprocated by wrapping hers around my neck.

I tilted back to see Issac fuming in anger and stomping his way out of the party. It was not a secret in the lacrosse team about Issac's crush on Amber and seeing him lose it was absolutely fun.

I put you first and you adored it~

"Wow, Stiles, didn't expect you to make a move on me." Amber teased, playing with my hair like she owned the place.

"Well if you are going to make a statement, make it clear." I replied with a grin, cupping her cheeks like a cheesy romance novel cover.

Her eyes widened in surprise but she didn't back away and went with the flow.

Set fires to my forest~

And you let it burn~

Sang off-key in my chorus~

'Cause it wasn't yours~

I saw the signs and I ignored it~

"There is something off about you." Amber said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"And…?" I trailed waiting for her to finish.

"I like it." With a mischievous smirk, she moved even closer, planting a quick peck dangerously close to my lips before pushing me away and striding back into the house, blowing a dramatic kiss into the air.

I chuckled and shook my head in amusement as I watched her disappear from sight.

When I turned around, I expected to see Tara in the garden, but nope, she vanished like a freaking ghost, nothing new for her though.

"Come on!"

And just as I was tryna make sense of it all, Scott's voice rings out, snapping me back to reality. I look towards the pool and finally spot Scott strolling in with Allison right behind him.

But then he stops dead in his tracks as his eyes land behind me, I followed his gaze to see Derek staring at us from the far end of the lawn.

As I noticed Derek's presence, I couldn't help but blurt out my thoughts.

"What a creep."

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