Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. All characters are based off the TV show Teen Wolf on MTV.

"Remind me again - why am I taking college level Biology?" Stiles asked Lydia as he slammed his locker shut. "I mean, it's not like I need it to become Sheriff. I liked it better when we learned about simple things like cells." Stiles' Biology class had just finished and Lydia met him at his locker before heading to their next class.

Lydia rolled her eyes as she leaned back on a locker, "We'll technically we're always learning about cells one way or another – "

"Okay, yes. Sure, but I mean more like the simple cell things. Like, mitochondria. Tough word, but it's the POWERHOUSE of the cell," Stiles said in a tough voice, flexing his arms like a wrestler, "And ATP! BAM, it's energy! Stuff like that! It's way more fun then trying to remember all the different parts of a plant." Stiles sighed heavily then turned to face Lydia, who had started to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Stiles asked in an accusatory tone.

Lydia glanced at Stiles, shaking her head, "You're funny."

As Lydia started walking towards class, Stiles chased after her. Oh no, I am so not going to let this go, he thought to himself.

"You think this is funny?" asked Stiles trying to keep up with Lydia, "While you are breezing though the hardest classes in school, I am literally dying in Biology. I repeat: D-Y-I-N-G." Stiles emphasized the word dying with huge arm gestures, which made him almost hit another student in the face. Lydia had to stop walking because she was laughing so hard. She brushed her strawberry blonde hair out of her face and then turned to smile at Stiles. It felt so natural being around Stiles. She didn't have to try and act in a certain way to make him want to hang out with her. He just did.

Lydia remembered what it was like when Allison started at Beacon Hills. Just a few years ago, Stiles followed Lydia around like a little puppy. So many things have changed since then, she thought to herself. Stiles cared for who she was as a person. Now, after all that they have been though, he still cares. When she had to deal with Peter, he was there. When she had to let Jackson go, he was there. When she discovered that she was a Banshee and almost became a different person because of it, he was there. It was Stiles who orchestrated and executed the plan to save her from Eichen, even though she told him not to. If it wasn't for him, she would be dead. It's like we have this special bond or something, she thought. Memories of when Scott, Alison, Isaac, Stiles and herself were all at the veterinary clinic, flashed in her mind. Deaton told her to go with Stiles. He said there needed to be a special bond for it to work, like an emotional tether.

Lydia was staring off into space when Stiles called her name, "Lydia! Hey, Lydia!" Stiles gently put his hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She turned her focus back on Stiles, looking first at his eyes then at his hand on her shoulder. "Lydia, you okay? Are you sensing anything?" Stiles asked with worry traced in his voice. It has been a few months since they last encountered problems with any form of supernatural beings. Maybe something is coming, he thought. The mere thought of something supernatural coming to Beacon Hills made his stomach turn.

"Oh, no. It's not that. I was just thinking" Lydia told Stiles. He continued to look at her with worry.

"Are you sure?" he asked. Lydia looked back up at Stiles and smiled, "Yeah, it's all good. I'm good." Stiles let go of her shoulder and signed with relief.

At least I think I'm okay, she thought. The bell rang and they began walking to class. All she could feel was where Stiles' hand had been on her shoulder. The word emotional tether flashed in her mind again. The minute the words came to her mind, she got butterflies in her stomach.

As they walked together down the hall, Lydia glanced at Stiles. Oh boy, she thought. No, I am definitely not alright.