[2x03; Ice Pick]

Stiles stared out the windshield of his Jeep, his eyes narrowed as he tried to ignore the inquisitive look his best friend was giving him. He didn't blame Scott for being confused; lately, his moods went back and forth and even he was getting whiplash.

The reason for his bad moods? Derek Fucking Hale.

Well, it wasn't just Derek, but if Stiles really thought about it, it all came down to the new alpha.

First, Derek just had to kill Peter and be the new alpha in town. Then, he bit Isaac and now Olivia was in his pack and keeping secrets. And, yeah, Stiles and Olivia weren't super close, but he thought they understood each other and had begun a tentative friendship, especially after the night of the formal.

Apparently, he was mistaken.

It was his growing love for Olivia and his current anger with her that had him going back and forth. Because one minute, he was scowling over the fact that Olivia was close with Isaac and helping him out with his control and had picked him and Derek over Stiles and Scott. The other minute, he'd look over at Olivia and catch her staring at him; she'd give him a small, hesitant smile that had him practically melting on the inside and he was a goner until he remembered her pack allegiance.

So, yeah, it was Derek's fault.

"So..."

"So what?" Stiles snapped as he pulled into the school parking lot.

"You're still pissed at Olivia, I'm guessing," Scott assumed, giving Stiles a pointed look; Stiles pressed his lips together. "Dude, it's been a week. She's Derek's cousin, of course she's gonna be in his pack."

Stiles grunted, pulling into an empty parking space.

"And, you know, she doesn't really have to choose," Scott went on, surprising Stiles with how mature he was about the whole thing; he guessed it was only him that was offended with Olivia being part of Derek's pack. "She can be friends with us and still be in Derek's pack. She's not the enemy."

Stiles sighed. "I know she's not the enemy but it feels like she betrayed us," he admitted. "I mean, remember how Derek lied to you about Peter?"

"Olivia didn't have anything to do with that."

"I guess," Stiles conceded, turning off his car. "I don't know how I feel but I'm not pissed at her..."

-

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"Why haven't you been talking to Stiles lately?" Lydia asked from beside Olivia, clad in a pink jumpsuit that looked more for fashion than for the gym class they were currently in.

Olivia looked away from where she was watching Scott and Allison climb the dreaded rock wall and frowned at her cousin. "He's pissed at me."

Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Stiles Stilinski is pissed at you?" Olivia nodded and Lydia chuckled. "So, there's trouble in paradise?"

"Well, there was no paradise to begin with," Olivia shook her head. "Why do you ask about Stiles?"

"He's been sneaking more looks at you than usual," Lydia shrugged and smirked, nodding over to where Stiles was standing.

Olivia looked and wasn't surprised to see Stiles quickly look away from her, just like he had been doing all week since the full moon. She knew that he was mad she was in Derek's pack but what was she supposed to do? Abandon one of the only family she had left? She was falling short of relatives, especially since Peter died, and she wanted to spend time with her family for as long as she could.

Plus, she didn't know what was going on with her, so it seemed like a good choice to stick with Derek, who had more experience with the supernatural than she did.

Besides, Stiles didn't understand that Olivia wasn't not on their side, too. Why did she have to pick between Derek and her friends?

Olivia looked away from Stiles and back to the rock wall just in time to see Allison kick Scott off of it. He fell down to the mat, his harness stopping him just a few inches away from the protective material.

The class erupted into laughs, Coach being one of the loudest.

"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy," Coach commented joyfully as Allison hovered down the wall. "All right, next two! Stilinski and Erica, let's go."

Olivia's eyes went right back to Stiles as his name was called and smiled in amusement as she got a better look at his t-shirt; it was blue and had the word "stud" with a cartoon muffin underneath it. After Allison gave him the harness, he slipped it on.

As Erica was putting on her own harness, Allison approached Lydia and Olivia, coming to stand next to him.

"Congrats on your win," Olivia smirked at her. "I can't believe Scott fell so far behind."

Allison shrugged and grinned back at her. "Some of us are more talented than others."

"True," Olivia conceded, thinking of her own climb with Lydia by her side. Neither one of them were fantastic at it but Lydia somehow still beat her.

Coach told Stiles and Erica that they could start climbing and Stiles took off immediately. He climbed the rocks surprisingly fast and it left Olivia amazed because she didn't know Stiles was that athletic.

Maybe he just acted like he was bad at lacrosse.

Stiles had already climbed down the wall and was celebrating by the time Erica got halfway.

Olivia knew of Erica but she had never spoken to her more than three times. She had chemistry with Erica and she knew she had epilepsy because she had a seizure in class a week or so before winter break. Mr. Harris had been an asshole about it and let people record her seizure on their phones—Olivia and Danny had been the ones to roll her onto her side and make people back off.

Erica was not well liked at school and Olivia thought that it was stupid how people made fun of her just because of her epilepsy. She knew the blonde was smart because she almost all of the same classes as her and Lydia and she seemed pretty nice. Olivia also knew that Isaac was friends with Erica and he spoke highly of her.

Erica stopped climbing and started shaking, a sob escaping her throat. She started hyperventilating, catching Coach's attention. Unfortunately, that meant the whole class had a front row seat to watch her freak out.

"Erica?" Coach called up to her. "Are you dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at him. "Coach, vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear," she corrected him. "Maybe she's just scared."

"Erica!" Coach looked back up to the hysterical blonde. "Erica?"

"I'm fine," Erica responded shakily.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison spoke up, her worried eyes on Erica. "You know she's epileptic."

"What?" Coach grunted, annoyed. "Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? I have to—" he shook his head and looked back up at Erica. "Erica, you're fine. Just—just kick off from the wall. There's a mat to catch you."

Erica hesitated for a few seconds before she slowly and carefully hovered down the rock wall. As soon as her feet touched the black mat, Coach patted her on the shoulder.

"See, you're fine. You're on the ground," he said softly and Olivia thought that he was actually being a decent human being for once. Until he spoke again, "You're all right. Let's go, shake it off."

The class, minus Olivia and her friends, started laughing at Erica as she unbuckled her harness and walked out of the gym. Olivia shook her head; she hated high schoolers.

Erica wasn't in the locker room when the rest of the girls went in to change into their normal school clothes. As they got changed, Olivia, Allison, and Lydia chatted about their plans for that night. The three of them, along with Stiles and Scott, were going ice skating at the local rink that Stiles was renting from an employee they went to school with.

They were all excited—Lydia and Olivia because they took ice skating lessons together as children and Allison because she could be with Scott without trying to hide their relationship. Olivia was also looking forward to clearing the air with Stiles; she was tired of him being mad at her.

A loud scream that came from the gym caught their attention. Everyone ran out of the locker room and into the gym, where Scott was holding a seizing Erica in his arms. Olivia pushed past some of the boys that were just watching and crouched down next to them.

"Put her on her side," she urged Scott, helping him turn Erica over. "It's better for her."

Scott nodded and held onto Erica as she gripped his arm to her chest.

"How'd you know?" Olivia asked him, giving him a confused look.

Scott shrugged. "I just felt it."

When Erica's seizure ended and nine-one-one was called, Olivia backed away from the crowd. She went back into the locker room to pull on her cardigan and took her phone out of her purse.

She needed to talk to Derek about Erica.

-

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Stiles slowly walked into the cafeteria and looked around, spotting Boyd sitting at his usual table. He made his way over to him, trying to look inconspicuous, his hand hidden in the pockets of his purple hoodie.

"Boyd," he greeted his classmate as he sat across from him. "You got the keys?"

Boyd didn't speak as he held out the keys to the skating rink. Stiles grinned and tried to take them from him, but Boyd held them our of reach.

"This isn't a favor," Boyd reminded him. "It's a transaction."

"Right, yeah," Stiles agreed casually, slipped his wallet from his jeans. He pulled out a twenty-dollar-bill and set it on the table. "Absolutely."

Boyd gave him an unimpressed look. "I said fifty."

"Really?" Stiles asked innocently. "I remember twenty. I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory and I remember twenty," he nodded jerkily. "I remember that distinct 'twa' sound. Twa-enty."

"I said fifty," Boyd said sharply. "With a 'fa' sound. Hear the difference?"

"Uh—"

"If you can't, I can demonstrate some other words with the 'fa' sound," Boyd offered.

Okay, that was a good one, Stiles had to admit to himself.

"Uh, okay, I think I'm recalling it," Stiles chuckled, pulling out another twenty. "Maybe I just got it confused with for-ty."

Boyd didn't budge; he stared blankly at Stiles as he popped a Dorito in his mouth.

"Come on, man," Stiles sighed, exasperated. "have you seen the piece-of-shit Jeep that I drive?"

"You seen the piece-of-shit bus I take?" Boyd replied, unsympathetic.

He got me again.

Stiles pulled out a ten-dollar-bill from his wallet and added it to the forty already on the table. Boyd smiled pleasantly and held out the keys to the skating rink.

Stiles gave him an annoyed smile and took the keys. "Thank you."

Boyd didn't reply, so he left the table and made his way over to his usual spot where Scott was already sitting. "Got 'em," he slid the keys over to Scott. "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?"

Scott went to reply but he was distracted by someone walking into the cafeteria. Stiles looked, too, and was surprised to see Erica strutting into the room with a smirk on her face.

She didn't look anything like the Erica that was having a seizure that morning. Her face had cleared up and she was wearing dark red lipstick that went well with all the black leather she was wearing. It seemed like her legs went on forever in the leopard-print heels she wore and Stiles had to admit she looked pretty good.

Erica walked up to some random guy and bent over, stealing the apple from his tray. She bit into the apple and smiled seductively, wiping the juice from her lips, and then tossed the fruit back to its owner.

Lydia stormed up to Stiles and Scott's table, a calm Olivia by her side, and slapped her hands down on the surface.

"What—the holy fuck—is that?" she spat, glaring daggers at the blonde as she walked back out of the cafeteria.

"It's Erica," Olivia supplied.

Scott abruptly stood up and Stiles followed him out of the cafeteria, both of them trying to catch up with Erica. She was already out of the building when they pushed through the doors out of school, and they stopped in their tracks when they saw her walking around Derek's Camaro.

Erica smirked at them as she slid into the passenger seat and Stiles' blood boiled when Derek flashed them a grin as he drove off.

The door opened behind them and Olivia stepped out; Stiles and Scott turned around to look at her, both of them angry.

"You told Derek about Erica?" Stiles practically exploded. "What the hell is wrong with you, Olivia?"

Olivia tried not to flinch away from his anger. "Erica had epilepsy. I was just—"

"Just ruining her life," Scott spoke up, his jaw clenched.

"Erica chose this," Olivia said indignantly, thinking that their anger with her was unjustified. "Besides, the bite is a gift."

Stiles scoffed, unable to believe that Olivia was spouting off the same shit her dad did after he bit her. "Yeah?" he said mockingly. "and how's that working out for you, Olivia?"

Olivia stiffened and her gaze narrowed though Stiles could see the sadness in her cobalt-blue eyes. He almost regretted bringing her bite up but then she opened her mouth to retort and his anger rose.

"You know what?" he said before she could say anything. "Do me a favor and don't come with us tonight."

Olivia reared back like she had been slapped and, to her, it felt like she had. She had been looking forward to making up with Stiles and hanging out with him and the rest of her friends and now he didn't even want her to come.

She just didn't understand why he was so angry at her. And she also didn't understand why it her hurt so much to know that he was angry at her.

Stiles didn't want her around and she had never felt so out of place.

Olivia rubbed her sternum where she could feel her rapid heartbeat. "Okay," she finally whispered, looking away from Stiles' cold glare. "I won't come."

Stiles jerkily nodded and walked away, Scott following after he sent a hesitant look.

-

Arriving to the skating rink felt bitter to Stiles now that Olivia wasn't going to be there but he had Scott, Allison, and Lydia counting on him for tonight, so he couldn't exactly bail on them. He and Scott waited outside the rink until Lydia and Allison arrived and when they finally pulled up, Stiles unlocked the doors.

Allison and Scott grinned excitedly and even Lydia gave him an impressed look as she walked in. Once everyone got the correct size skates, they sat down on the bleachers to put them on.

Allison and Scott finished quickly, leaving Stiles alone with Lydia.

As Stiles finished up tying his last skate, Lydia shivered.

"Could it be any colder in here?" she asked bitterly.

Stiles unzipped his backpack and pulled out an orange hoodie, holding it out to her. "Here."

Lydia raised her eyebrows at him. "I'm wearing blue," she said like she was talking to a preschooler. "Orange and blue? Not a good combination."

"But it's the colors of the Mets," Stiles objected and he felt like he was having déjà vu.

Lydia nodded, as if she was remembering something. "Right, Liv told me you were a fan," she recalled as Stiles pulled a candy bar out of his backpack to snack on. "Is that a Mounds bar?"

Stiles froze and looked over at her. "Yeah."

"Liv is the only one I know that eats those," Lydia cocked her head, a small smirk appearing on her lips.

"Really? I didn't know that," Stiles lied, rubbing the back of his neck. He had brought the candy bar specially for Olivia until she told Derek about Erica. "Did Olivia really tell you that I like the Mets?"

"Yeah," Lydia nodded, noticing how shy he seemed. "She couldn't believe that you preferred them over the Dodgers."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Of course, she'd like the Dodgers."

"So, why didn't you want her to come?" Lydia asked him as he absentmindedly unwrapped the Mounds bar. "She said you were pissed at her."

"I am," he mumbled, biting into the candy. He grimaced at the bitter dark chocolate but found that the coconut really sweetened it up.

"Why?"

"It's complicated."

Lydia sighed. "If you tell anyone I'm giving you advice right now, I'll kill you," she warned him; Stiles nodded with wide eyes. "Olivia is oblivious sometimes. It's like she has blinders on for some things and for other things, she sees clearly."

"And she also always thinks she right—we share that trait, so you can imagine how complicated game nights at our house are," Lydia continued with a fond smile. "I'm telling you this so you can understand why she can get lost in her own head sometimes. She's oblivious to the fact that you like her and she doesn't understand what she did wrong for you to be so angry with her."

"She knows I like her," Stiles pointed out. "I told her at the winter formal."

"Yeah and both of us were attacked that night," Lydia reminded him. "Some things get lost in the details. Look, I'm not trying to convince you to not be mad anymore. That's not my place. I'm just saying...Liv's been lost since you started arguing and though she doesn't realize why, it's easy for me to figure out."

Stiles nodded, trying to absorb everything that Lydia was telling him.

"Come on," Lydia stood up. "I came to skate and since Liv's not here, you'll have to do."

-

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Olivia picked at the pasta she had made for the pack, her appetite nowhere to be seen. She had felt sick to her stomach since school ended and it only got worse when the time when she was supposed to meet up with Lydia, Allison, Stiles, and Scott passed.

She felt left out but she also felt annoyed—at Stiles and herself. She was annoyed that Stiles was so mad at her and she was annoyed at herself for being so upset that he was mad at her.

And she did feel somewhat sorry. Stiles and Scott felt like she had betrayed them and she could understand where they were coming from—only a little bit, though. Because from her point of view, Erica needed to be a werewolf. She had epilepsy, for crying out loud, and it wasn't like Derek forced her to get the bite. Derek had explained everything to Erica just like he had told Isaac.

It was Erica's choice to take the bite—not Scott McCall's or Stiles Stilinski's.

"Thanks for inviting us over, Olivia," Erica spoke up shyly as she finished her dinner.

Olivia, realizing that she had spaced out, smiled at her. "No problem, Erica. We're pack now and I was lonely. Aunt Natalie's on a business trip and Lydia's out."

Olivia's tone must have sounded sadder than she realized because even Derek noticed how down she looked.

"Are you okay, Ollie?" he asked, setting down his empty water glass.

"Stiles uninvited her from their ice-skating group date," Isaac spoke up, having gotten the whole story from Olivia herself. "That's where Lydia is."

Olivia glared at him; she had told him that in confidence.

"I'm not upset," Olivia very obviously lied, fooling no one.

"What's their problem, anyway?" Erica asked, out of the loop.

"Scott has a problem with minding his own business sometimes," Derek told her. "He and his sidekick are taking it out on Olivia."

Stiles is not a sidekick, Olivia thought bitterly, though she didn't speak up.

"Well, I guess they'll be a problem when you bite Boyd tomorrow," Erica frowned.

Olivia raised her eyebrows at the new information and looked over at Derek. "You're biting Boyd? Vernon Boyd?"

Derek nodded, looking sheepish. "Yeah, Isaac and Erica are friends with him. They said he's interested."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Olivia asked, confused.

"Because I know that Stiles and Scott are giving you a hard time," Derek reasoned with her. "and I know that you're actually friends with them."

Olivia pursed her lips and muttered bitterly, "They're not my friends."

It was clear that no one at the table believed her; Isaac even rolled his eyes.

Olivia gasped as her body started to tingle again; the feeling was pretty much familiar to her now, but it always caught her off guard when it happened. A weird sensation, like something was trying to crawl up her throat, made her flinch and then she heard whispering.

Lydia. Lydia. Lydia.

"Lydia," she breathed, blinking rapidly.

She ignored the looks of shock she was getting from Derek, Erica, and Isaac, and stood up, grabbing her phone from the charger in the kitchen. She hurriedly dialed Allison's number, knowing that Stiles and Scott probably wouldn't pick up, and waited for her friend to answer.

"Hello?" Allison answered, sounding stressed; Olivia could hear sobbing in the background. "Liv?"

"Is Lydia okay?" she asked quickly "Is she hurt? What happened?"

"How did you—" Allison paused for a second, bewildered, and continued, "She's safe but she started freaking out. She said she saw something in the ice."

"She saw something in the ice?" Olivia repeated, confused. "Okay, can you just bring her home, please?"

"Yeah," Allison agreed immediately. "Liv...how did you know something happened?"

Olivia frowned. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "I don't know."

Olivia and Allison quickly ended their call and she turned back to see that Derek had followed her into the kitchen.

"Lydia was freaking out," she explained, setting her phone back on the counter. "Allison's bringing her back here, so I think you guys should leave."

"Sure," Derek nodded. "But, Ollie..."

"Yeah?"

"When you said Lydia's name, your eyes turned purple."

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Stiles quickly walked into the cafeteria, on a mission to find Scott.

All day he felt like there was something missing and most of that, he knew it was mostly because Olivia hadn't shown up at school, but there was also the fact Boyd was absent too. Boyd, who hadn't missed a day of school since the third grade other than the week he was gone for his little sister's funeral in middle school.

He just knew that it had something to do with Derek; Boyd was a loner just like Erica and Isaac and the two of them happened to be his best friends. It couldn't be just a coincidence that he happened to be absent from school the day after Erica turned into a werewolf.

He rushed toward Scott, dodging Allison who was walking away from him, and slid into the seat next to him.

"Scott, do you see that?" he pointed to Boyd's empty table.

"What?" Scott shrugged. "It's an empty table."

"Yeah, but whose empty table?" Stiles prompted; a look of realization came over Scott's face. "Yeah, it's Boyd's."

"Shit," Scott cursed, standing from his seat.

He and Stiles rushed out of the cafeteria, intending to find Boyd to discourage him from taking the bite.

"I'm going to the ice rink to see if he's there," Scott informed Stiles. "You go to his house. If he's not at home, call me, okay?"

Stiles hesitated, thinking it through. What exactly could they do to stop Boyd from taking the bite if he really wanted it? Maybe it wasn't really their business...maybe Olivia was right.

Scott saw his indecisive face. "What?"

"Maybe we should let him," Stiles told Scott. "Boyd, you know? You and Olivia said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

Scott shook his head and slapped Stiles' shoulder. "We can't."

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good," Stiles continued. "You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind."

"Yeah? How good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott pointed out.

"All right," Stiles conceded. "all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

"They all are," Scott disagreed. "and you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"All right, I'm with you," Stiles gave him a supportive smile. "And I also gotta say, this new-found heroism is making me very attracted to you."

Scott rolled his eyes at the playful smirk on Stiles' face. "Shut up."

"No, seriously," Stiles chuckled. "do you wanna just try making out for a second? Just to see how it feels?"

It was only twenty minutes later that Stiles pulled up to Boyd's house after dropping Scott off at the skating rink. He ran out of his Jeep and bounded up to the house, knocking rapidly on the door.

"Hey, Boyd?" he called, tapping his knuckles against the flaking paint. "Hey, Boyd, it's Stiles!"

When there was no answer, he bent over, peeking into the window right next to the door. Unfortunately, curtains were blocking any view that he was hoping for. He sighed and knocked on the door again before turning around, gasping when he ran into Erica.

"Wow!" he gasped, taking a step back.

Erica giggled, both of her hands behind her back. "What are you doing here, Stiles?"

"Uh, n-nothing," Stiles stammered nervously. "I was just looking for, um..."

"Boyd?" Erica supplied, smirking.

"Yeah," Stiles nodded jerkily, making sure to keep his eyes on hers. "Yes. Boyd."

"You know what you're doing right now that's kind of funny?" Erica grinned. "You're only looking in my eyes."

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck. "That's funny?"

"Well, yeah," she giggled. "because it's the kind of look where you're trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes."

Stiles had to admit that she was right, but it was kind of hard not to be attracted to a nice pair of boobs. Erica just happened to have nice boobs that were practically popping out of her jacket.

"But you want to look, don't you?" Erica went on. "You want a nice, long, hard look."

"Not really, no," Stiles said stubbornly, continuing to look at her chocolate-brown eyes.

"Oh, so it's just my eyes?"

"Yes, you have beautiful eyes."

"I have beautiful everything."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "And a new-found self-confidence," he snarked. "Congratulations, Erica. I should get going."

He went to walk around Erica but she stopped him, pressing her hand forcefully against his chest.

"You're not going anywhere," she said harshly.

Stiles winced. "Why not?"

Erica grinned and held up the other hand she had been holding behind her back. In it, was something that looked suspiciously like the starter in his Jeep.

"You're having car trouble."

Stiles didn't react in time when she thrust the starter at his face. It slammed against his cheekbone and he dropped to the ground, falling unconscious.

When he woke up hours later, it was to the voice of an angel.

-

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Scott. Isaac. Erica. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

Olivia's whole body tingled as she walked down Baker Street, following her gut. She was looking for something—no, someone—but she didn't know exactly who they were. The whispering in her head that was driving her crazy was trying to give her an answer.

Scott. Isaac. Erica. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles.

Olivia was exhausted; after Lydia got home from the ice rink, she had been a mess and needed comforting all night. That was fine with Olivia, she was very worried about her cousin and wanted to stay with her to make sure she was feeling all right. She even stayed when Lydia eventually fell asleep, keeping watch to make sure she had no nightmares.

When the sun rose and Lydia went to school, Olivia stayed home. After what Derek told her about her eyes the night before, she was freaked out. She wanted to know what was happening to her, so she skipped school to research what Google had to say about purple eyes and tingling bodies.

There wasn't much, so Olivia fell asleep around lunch time. She woke up four hours later, feeling like she was laying on a vibrating massage table. That was when the whispering started and she felt like taking a walk.

It as like she was on autopilot as she made her way through Beacon Hills. It wasn't until she saw Stiles' Jeep that she realized she was looking for him.

"Stiles?" she called, looking around the area that the Jeep was parked in. "Stiles, are you there?"

It was quiet—except for her own voice calling Stiles' name—for a minute or so as she continued searching until she heard groaning coming from the dumpster across the road. She whipped around and saw some of the garbage moving, so she started walking over to it.

"Stiles, is that you?" she asked loudly. "Stiles, are you there?"

There was another groan and then, "Livvy?"

Only Stiles would call her by that stupid nickname. She quickened her pace and stood on her tiptoes so she could see into the dumpster. Stiles laid in the pile of garbage, a red mark of the side of his face.

"Stiles, oh, my God, are you okay?" she gasped; he grunted. "What happened to you?"

"Erica, that bitch," he spat, slowly sitting up. "She tore out my starter and decked me with it."

"Erica?!" Olivia exclaimed in surprise; what had she missed while she was sleeping? She grabbed Stiles' hand and helped him jump out of the dumpster. "What'd she do that for?"

"Ugh," Stiles groaned, rubbing his cheek; Olivia gave him a sympathetic look and wrinkled her nose from the horrid smell coming from him. "She's psychotic, that's why."

"Should I call an ambulance?" Olivia asked worriedly, reaching up to rub her thumb over the red mark on his cheek; Stiles froze, looking at her with wide eyes. "You might have a concussion."

"N-No, uh, I-I think I'm fine," Stiles stammered and Olivia's cheeks flushed as she realized what she was doing. "Uh, what are you doing here?"

Olivia pulled her hand away from Stiles' face and shoved them into her coat pockets. "Honestly, I don't know," she admitted. "I woke up and felt the need to come here. I didn't know why; I just heard your name in my head."

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "You heard my name?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah and Scott's, Isaac's, and Erica's," she told him, biting the inside of her cheek. "It's...something's been going on with me lately."

"Is that what happened last night?" he asked, remembering Allison's bewildered face when she said that you knew that Lydia was freaking out. "When Lydia was upset?"

"Yeah. Derek said my eyes were purple," Olivia inhaled sharply, her eyes starting to sting. "Um, do you want to share an Uber? I don't know much about cars, but I'm pretty sure you need a starter for it to run."

"That's fine," Stiles saw her eyes start to water and he felt his chest tighten. "Are you okay?"

"Um," Olivia pressed her fingers against her forehead, trying to stop the tears building up in her eyes—it wasn't working. "Yeah, I'm just freaking out, honestly. This whole thing is stressing me out, you're mad at me, I think something weird is going on with Lydia..."

Stiles frowned and reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug. Olivia didn't care about the smell of garbage coming off of him as she took his comfort, basking in the warmth his body provided. There was something so comforting about being in Stiles' arms, she realized. She felt safe in them, like nothing could ever hurt her.

"I'm sorry," she cried into his chest, her tears finally falling. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Erica and Isaac."

"It's okay," he cooed, pressing his uninjured cheek against the puff on her winter hat. "we were both being stupid. It was their choice, anyway. It's none of my business."

"I hate when you're mad at me," Olivia admitted, pulling away from the hug to wipe her tears and look Stiles in the eyes. "I don't know why, though, because usually I couldn't give a fuck if someone was mad at me."

Stiles grinned, remembering what Lydia said about her feeling lost. He felt the exact way without her and he loved that she was beginning to think of him like that.

"It's because you like me," Stiles teased her, nudging her shoulder.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "You ruined the moment," she stated flatly. "and you smell like garbage."

"Handsome garbage?"

"Seriously, Stiles?"