"Tonight I realized that you weren't the one who wrecked me, ruined me, or destroyed me. it was me because only I have the power to do that to myself. I destroyed myself loving you."

       Indigo's POV

     I lounged in Allison's room that morning, relaxing on her bed as she sat at her desk. I was exhausted, worn out, retiring- anything to use for the word. I was done.

Stiles hadn't spoken to me since last night or, even showed any want to. I was stuck healing with Scott last night, when Allison dropped by. Confused and worried, I ended up telling her. Everything. And just like with Scott- she completely understood. Even tried to help me with Stiles. She even cracked a few vampire jokes. Dare I say, she told me 'that's got to suck'.

      A slap on the arm was earned for that one.

   "So, still not going to do anything about it?" Allison brought up.

"About what?" I asked.

    "Him. It." She sighed, spinning around in her chair. "The thing that's probably ripping you apart right now."

"He's probably scared I'm going to rip him apart." I huffed.

   Allison waited, before standing up and sitting next to me. "He's probably upset you didn't tell him. I was- that night at the school? All of you knew except me, about Scott. My boyfriend. Look at us now."

    "Creeping in hiding places for your quickest next make out?" I smiled. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Heartbreak is not a good look on you." She chuckled.

   Footsteps echoed and we both looked, just in time to see Lydia strut in with a smile- and two Macy's bag.

"Clear your schedules." She grinned, wiggling the bags. "This could take a while."

   Allison's mouth gaped as Lydia set the bags down, which actually made the bed sink at the weight.

 "How many outfits do you plan on wearing?" Allison asked. Lydia shrugged.

    "It's my birthday party." She smirked, before holding up a dress to her frame. "I'm thinking. . . hostess? Evening dress, then- after hours casual."

  Allison nodded, twiddling her thumbs. "I also noticed you didn't send any invites."

"It's the biggest party of the year." Lydia scoffed. "Everyone knows."

Allison chuckled. "Yeah, I was just wondering. If maybe, this year things, you know, might be different."

   "Why would anything be different?" Lydia spoke, her voice nervously hitting a high note.

"Just, 'cause things have been off lately. Things. . ."

       "And people." I added. "Like. . . Jackson?"

Lydia froze. "Why do either of you care about Jackson?"

    "Do you know if he's coming tonight?" Allison raised her eyebrows.

"Everyone's coming." Lydia squeaked. She pulled out another dress, and hummed in pleasure.

     "American rag. I love it. For me, not you, Allison." She smiled, before dropping it and pulling out another one. "This one's Material Girl. It's for you. And Indigo, yours is. . . "

A knock sounded and Allison's Mom walked in, a short smile on her face. Lydia gleamed.

   "Mrs. Argent." She smiled. "What do you think of this one?" She asked, holding up a dress.

"Oh, it's lovely." She nodded stiffly, looking to Allison again. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just- the two of us?"

       "Um, can we do it later?" Allison asked.

"Uh, actually, to be honest, sooner would be- would be better." She nodded.

    "Party's at 10." Lydia nodded.

"Um, will you be around before then?" Her mom asked.

      "I think so." Allison shrugged.

"You think so." She reiterated.

"I don't know." Allison groaned, shrugging again.

   Her mom nodded softly, and left slowly, leaving us to our own. Lydia held up a dress to Allison, smiling. Lydia let her grab it, before grabbing a necklace and layering it.

"I think I like it." Allison smiled.

      "You like it?" Lydia smiled happily. "Yeah, I do."

"Happy birthday." Allison brought up, looking to Lydia.

        "Oh, thank you." She answered. "I actually appreciate that."

 Allison and I laughed with her. And it felt good to laugh.

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            10:00. The party. Obviously, sooner or later it was going to roll around. But- I was hoping for later.

    Lydia had me in a short floral dress and some little heels.

   I walked through the front door with Allison, Lydia smiling when we entered. Allison walked in and I followed her, all the way to the backyard. The pool had strung lights above it and tables with food and drinks everywhere.

      "They're here." Allison nudged me. My eyes widened because I knew exactly who she was talking about.

"Go talk to them!" I hissed.

       "Wha- Indigo. You guys need to talk." She pleaded. I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"I'm- going to go talk to that punch bowl over there." I nodded, rushing away. I made it to the table, putting my hands on it as I looked down to the white cloth. I just- couldn't look. What if we made eye contact? He probably hates me. Doesn't even want to be in the same party as me. Did he even know I was going to be here?

   I can't look. Don't look. You don't need to look at him. But- what would one look hurt right?

I slowly turned my head, seeing him immediately. His hands in his jeans as he stood with Scott and Allison. A blue plaid covering his green shirt, the sleeves rolled up. His eyes searching around confused. I spun back to the table, not taking a chance at making eye contact.

    People began piling in, some I recognized, some I didn't. I looked to the doorway, seeing Jackson walk in. Lydia noticed him too, because she smiled and handed him punch, before walking away with her tray of it.

     Maybe I needed a drink. I turned to the table, quickly pouring my own glass. I tipped it to my lips, drinking it. A burn went down my throat and I winced, feeling my face pucker.

       Obviously, I've never had alcohol.

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       It was getting late and people had obviously been having too much to drink. One of them- being me.

I walked over to one of the lawn chairs and plopped down, watching everyone dance. Having a great time. With absolutely no idea what the hell is even going on around them. I don't know if I pity them, or wish I was them.

     A hand grabbed my shoulder and I looked up, seeing Stiles. He had changed though, I think. He wore black jeans and a blue t-shirt, glaring down at me.

     "Stiles." I breathed out. He walked around, standing in front of me, still looking at angry as before.

"Indigo." He snapped, like the name left disgust in his mouth. "You know, you think the people closest to you, would trust you enough to tell you they're a blood sucking monster."

       My breath left me and my head shook mindlessly. "Stiles, I- I'm so sorry. I can explain-"

  "Explain what?!" He snapped. "Explain how you need to drain me every once in a while? Just to keep you alive? Why- why do we even need you? I don't need you. Nobody does. We were doing fine without you, Indigo. And now, you're just trouble. Another supernatural thing we have to worry about. And that's what I hate. Okay? I hate you, Indigo. Why don't you get that?"

     "Stiles please." I cried, my body racking in sobs. Why was nobody looking at us? Couldn't they see me sobbing here?

I heard a click and we when I looked back at Stiles, I was met with a gun barrel. I froze, shaking in place now. Stiles' angry glare behind the trigger.

   "We won't have to deal with you much longer." He lowly growled, before I heard the bang. I winced, my eyes screwing shut, but I felt nothing. I opened my eyes, seeing no Stiles. No gun. But tears still dried on my cheek. I regained my breath and desperately tried to wipe them off. What the hell did I just see?

   Music turned on and everyone was still dancing, having a great time. I looked around, still shaking, seeing Stiles. A Stiles wearing the blue plaid and green shirt. He was leaning against a column, tears in his eyes. He flinched behind it like someone threw something, before straightening up. He wiped his eyes and looked around, seeing if anyone saw.

        And we made eye contact.

    For the first time in probably 24 hours, he looked at me. And he kept looking at me. He looked scared, afraid. Did he see something too? Were we both hallucinating?

         What did he see?

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        By now, Lydia had left her own party. I hadn't seen Allison, so she probably left. Everybody was acting insane. This party was going great.

I lazily sat against the lawnchair, not bothering to get up and sit in it. What was the point. I was probably too drunk off my ass to sit in it. My face rested as I gazed at the party, almost falling asleep.

   "Indigo!"

Scott appeared in front of me, shaking my body. I just let him, sitting there.

     "Indigo, come on. Now is not the time to be a normal drunk teenager." He grunted, shaking me harder. I scoffed.

"It's over, Scott." I shrugged. "He knows. I- I tried to find the best way to tell him. And he found out in the worst way possible."

    "He hates me, Scott." I huffed. "Let me sit here and wallow."

"Stiles doesn't hate you, okay?" Scott snapped.

       "How do you know?" I cinched my eyebrows at him.

"Because he's my best friend! Who else is he going to complain to!" Scott said loudly. "He's just confused, and hurt. Okay? But, Indigo, the last thing he would do in his entire life- is hate you."

     "I don't know, Scott." I shook my head, holding it. "I've never seen him so hurt. All of a sudden, I could tell you were dying? And the same thing that was happening to you, was happening to me? Who the hell wouldn't be scared?"

"He was scared because the girl he loves was dying in front of him." Scott groaned. "Stiles was watching you suffocate to death and he had no idea how to help you."

      "And the only way to help? Give blood." I snapped. "How is that okay? Who- who would stay around for that?"

       "Stiles would!" He shouted. "Stiles would stay. If you let him. Which, you aren't doing a very good job of."

"Scott-" I sighed. I was tired of arguing. "If Stiles stayed, wouldn't he have talked to me about it? If he cares so goddamn much about me? I've barely made eye contact with him for the past 48 hours."

      "Well, I-" Scott stammered. "It's Stiles! Come on!

"I'm sorry, Scott." I whispered. I turned around, heading for the house. "I'll see you at home."

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     I walked home since everyone who could have driven me home, left. It felt nice outside though, and maybe a little silent walk was all I need.

Using the key that was in the potted plant, I walked into the house, seeing Melissa gather up her stuff.

    "Late shift?" I asked

She nodded, before quirking her eyebrow at me. "Not a late partier? Why are you home so early, I thought it was Lydia's birthday?"

    "Yeah. . ." I shrugged. "It's just- people were drinking, so I decided to come home."

She hummed, not believing me. "Responsible teenager? I don't think so. What's wrong?"

     I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. "You'd be late to work if I told you."

  "Well," She sighed. "How about you get some clothes on and you join me to work? I'm just at the desk tonight, and you can tell Mom all about your problems."

I smiled, before eventually nodding. Jogging up the stairs quickly, I grabbed some boxers from Scott and the t-shirt from my room. Stiles' t-shirt. I wouldn't think wearing something of his would help, but maybe I needed it.

    Shoveling off the dress and pulling the comfy clothes on, I ran back down stairs, hair flying across my face. I bounced off the last step, in front of Melissa.

           "All right." She smiled, pulling out the car keys. "Therapy session, here we come.

A/N::

  really short chapter, because the next one is inTENSE MAN YOU GUYS ARE NOT READY FOR THIS SHIT IS GOING TO GET REAL MAN

    so i love you and thank you so much for reading. i love reading your comments!