<Stiles' POV>

I told Lydia to meet me at school so we could talk. I knew no one would infuriate us there because all of our friends are out looking for Allison. I had to beg her to come because all she wanted to do was look for Allison, but I convinced her to join me. Currently I am sitting on the stairs that enter the school like a total idiot. Finally she parks next to my blue jeep in her car. She slowly gets out of her car, her tall heels clicking on the pavement. I stand up and fumble with my fingers as she comes near me. Her arms cross across her chest and a frown is plastered on her face. "Can we make this quick, I've got stuff to do," Lydia says carelessly. I sigh. There is fire in her green eyes. Metaphorical flames threatening to lash out and burn me.

"Lydia I wanna know why you did it," I tell her. She stares at me in complete shock and cocks an eyebrow. The fire in her eyes burns brighter and I see her restrain herself from lashing out.

"Here I am thinking that you finally realized how much of an idiot you were and you were going to apologize but no I guess not," Lydia snarls and turns around to walk away her flaming hair and dressing flying around behind her.

"Lydia," I protest and grab her arm. At the mere contact of our skin, she whips back around and slaps me across the face hard. I feel my red stinging cheek and look at Lydia who is crying. I never thought Lydia would touch me in any way other than a proclamation of love.

"I would have done anything for you! I would have killed myself for you! I took care of you and loved you and saved your life several times! I was jealous over girls flirting with you! You were it! You were the one I was going to go down with but instead you choose some bottle blonde were coyote that wants to toy with you and your best friend! The same best friend of yours that I comforted when you were afraid of him! I did that! And you repay me by not believing me! You defended and held her when your support was the one thing I needed! I needed you and you failed me," Lydia screams. I'm crying a bit now but I don't loose my strong form.

"Lydia, you two were alone, you were angry, her face was beaten and your knuckles were dressed in rings and split. All the signs are there you just need to tell me the truth," I beg. She clenches her fists.

"I have been telling you the truth! I didn't do anything! You used to believe me even when all the signs pointed to me! You were always right to! Why can't you believe me now?" She asks angrily. I look at her tight fists again and then answer.

"Because you are unstable from loosing your best friend and over emotional and I know you have the power to beat her up and I think that you did," I protest. Lydia lets out a short angry breath.

"Yes Stiles, little frail poor old me beat up the powerful were coyote because she was all over you and you didn't seem to care! Face the facts Stilinski," Lydia snarls and pushes me back with two hands on my chest. Her fists clench tightly once again when her arms go back to her sides.

"What you're going to beat me up like you did Malia?" I ask her in a hushed tone. She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"Don't do that to me. Don't you dare do that to me," Lydia begs angrily. I sigh and roll my eyes slightly.

"Do what?" Lydia starts crying again.

"Stop loving me and believing me after all this time. You would always be on my side! You were the one person I ever knew that truly believed in me from the start! Always made sure no one thought I was the bad guy. Don't you dare make me the bad guy now," Lydia explains. I let out a long quiet breath.

"You did it to yourself," I whisper and push past her angrily. Purposely bumping my arm into her shoulder. She stumbles back a bit.

"Stiles! Stiles come back!" Lydia yells and I hear the sound of her heels coming closer to me as I walk to my jeep. I turn around and grab her wrists that are in the air. My grip is tight enough to the point where I can feel her bone under my fingers. She gasps in surprise and cringes in pain.

"Hey! Don't touch her!" Someone yells as they exit Lydia's car. I turn my head and see Aiden walking quickly towards us. I roll my eyes and look at Lydia in disgust. This look being a big contrast from the usual looks of longing I give her. She pulls away from my grip and keep her head down. Aiden reaches her side and stands beside her.

"So you call me out for defending Malia and meanwhile you have already rebounded," I say in disappointment.

Lydia looks deep into my eyes and hisses, "he believes me." I raise my eyebrows quickly and then let them furrow again.

"Well then I hope you two are really happy together, goodbye Lydia," I snarl and jump into my jeep, slamming the door behind me.

"I didn't want it to end like this!" Lydia shouts at the car.

"And I didn't want it to end at all!" I yell back at her. My grip on the steering wheel is tight as I speed away. I only make the mistake of looking in my rear view mirrors once. When I did I saw Lydia being held by Aiden as she cries. I did that to her and I can't take back the words I said.

The first place I can think of to go is Scott's and then I remember he is out looking for Allison. Of course I go there anyways in hopes that Melissa will be there to talk to. I need a mom to talk to about this. I pull swiftly into the driveway and jump out of the car, happy to see Melissa's car in the driveway. When I make it to the door I don't even knock. It's useless, I know Melissa knows it's Scott, me, or Lydia. Lydia is added onto that list because of her involvement of cleaning the house when Melissa couldn't and helping pay the bills. She was so good at that. I shake the thought from my mind as open and close the door quietly. I see Melissa watching TV in the living room and when she sees me she shoots me a questioning look. "I thought you were out looking for Allison, Scott is still out," she says concerned. I take a deep breath and walk a bit closer to Melissa.

"Ya I know, I'm actually here for you," I inform her. She raises her eyebrows and purses her lips.

"Oh that's a new one, sit down Stiles," she says kindly. When I enter the room I see the movie she is watching is The Notebook. I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. Lydia's favorite movie. The strings of my heart pull taught as I think of her longing for me to watch this movie with her. How when we did watch it we started to make out and when it got all to passionate I broke down into a puddle of tears. My anxiety had kicked in and Lydia lay there with me as we listened to the movie in the background but were to occupied looking at each other to care what the move was offering us. Lydia wiped the tears away from my red eyes and I explained to her my problems and she listened. It was so simple and beautifully tragic.

"Can you turn this off first?" I ask while biting my lip. She nods and turns off the TV so the screen is just black. I sit down next to her.

"So what's up buddy you look terrible," Melissa notes. I scoff.

"Ya no kidding," I say in a sarcastic tone. "I think Lydia and I just broke up," I say bluntly. Melissa squints her eyes.

"Okay hold on, yesterday you two were practically married, what happened?" She asks. I explain to her the entire story and by the time I'm done I almost see tears in her eyes. "So you think she did it."

"The signs are all there and so I asked her to talk we got in s huge fight and then she was with Aiden and I called it off because she already found someone new," I tell Melissa.

"And this Malia girl, what is she like?" Melissa asks. I take a moment to think.

"I really don't know, we just met her a little while ago and she honestly was a good person, a little touchy, all summer and then when school started she showed up in these different clothes and she was so much more confident, a lot like Lydia with the dumb act thing a few years ago, you know?" I explain. Melissa nods slowly.

"You realize what you just said right?" I shoot her a confused look.

"You just described Malia as the old Lydia, who you loved, and today you took her side," Melissa explains. I shoot her another glance.

"So what?"

"So, you like Malia," Melissa says bluntly. I shake my head no.

"No, no it's always been Lydia and only Lydia," I confirm.

"Stiles you just broke up with Lydia, took Malia's side and said Malia is like the dumb act Lydia you saw through and loved, you love one of them and you need to decide who that is,"  Melissa tells me. I shake my head and tears build up in my eyes.

"I love Lydia but she is lying to me and I just know it. I know she hurt Malia," I exclaim.

"Stiles I know who you love I do, but I'm not going to tell you. I want you to figure out yourself, but I will tell you something. You have a thing for short green eyed girls," Melissa says. I drop my head into Mrs. McCall's shoulder and just let out all my tears. I'm overly grateful that I always have Melissa to act as my mother since I don't have one.

<Lydia's POV>

Aiden drove my car back to my house since I was way to upset to drive. He walked me inside and took me up to my room. I changed in the bathroom into any shirt and yoga shorts. He flashed me a sympathetic smile as I walked closer to him. "You don't have to stay," I tell him.

"I don't mind, if you wanna talk I'm here, if you want me to leave I'm gone," Aiden reassures me. When Aiden acts so kind it reminds of how Stiles used to be and I break down into a fit of years. Aiden pulls me into him and we sit on the bed together as I sob.

"I just want him to believe me," I plead. I feel Aiden nod.

"I get it." I cry I to his shirt for a long time and finally when I'm don't I sniffle and whisper, "you're a good guy Aiden." He smirks and kisses my forehead.

"He will come around I promise," Aiden tells me. It's comforting to know that Aiden is ready to be whatever I want him to be. A friend, a brother figure, a lover. He is open to all of them and it's comforting to know that I have the power to choose what I want him and us to be.

"Can you just lay with me until I fall asleep, I don't think I'll ever sleep if I am alone," I ask Aiden. He smiles.

"You don't have to explain yourself," Aiden confirms. I smile at him again and we tuck ourselves under my soft duvet with his arms holding me to him. It's good to know someone is still on my side.

<Allison's POV>

"For the last time I don't know!" I scream at Theo as he pressured me for information I don't know anything about.

"You're lying! I want to know what the banshees abilities are and you know there is more than predicting death!" Theo screams. A tear slips down my cheek.

"I don't know what other abilities she has I just want to see her again!" I scream angrily at my captor.

"And you will if you cooperate, we will be the ultimate pack! Void, banshee, huntress, werewolves, and I'll be an alpha and you can see Lydia as much as you want," Theo snarls. This is new information for me. So Theo wants a pack of the most powerful of us.

"I didn't hear Scott's name in that pack," I say in a questioning tone. Theo smirks.

"How do you think I become the alpha, that's why I needed someone like you."

"A huntress?"

"No, a young woman. Young love is stronger than any other bond and I figured if I take that away from someone they will be at my mercy. I could of taken Lydia and Stiles would be so heart broken at the sight of her happy by my side that he would convince Scott to do what I wanted. Or the same with Cora and poor little Isaac. And you. When Scott sees you and I so in love he will be to heartbroken and you will ask him for one last favor that will make you happy. He will love you so much he won't be able to refuse the favor and you will ask him to let me take his power," Theo explains. He wants me to fake being in love with him in front of Scott so that he will make me happy once more my giving Theo his power. Therefore killing Scott and forcing the pack to join Theo. I shake my head.

"No, no I won't do it," I protest. Theo smirks coldly and takes out his phone. I watch as he clicks on a number and listen as the person on the other end picks up.

"Move in on Chris Argent," Theo tells the person. I shake my head.

"No no please don't!" I shout.

"Then agree to my plan!" Theo yells. I protest once again. "Move in on Whittermore!"

"No!" I shout as I try to think of a plan and fast.

"Move in on Stilinski!"

"Stop!" I plead.

"Move in on Miss. Martin!"

"No Theo please please stop!" I scream in protest.

"Move in on McCall." Theo's instructions ring in my head. He is going to hurt Scott. I have to stop this. I will think of a plan later.

"Stop! I agree to your plan," I say. But words are just words. They can easily be lies. They can simply be fake. But the fire in my heart, burning in my soul, fueling my hatred for this boy,

that is not fake.

A/N I'm sorry I was going to hold this off but it was like perfect timing and I couldn't help it. Thank god Ali made Theo call of his people right

Haha
YA
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