Lydia gasped at the sight of Stiles when he opened his bedroom door. His face was so bruised.

"What happened to you..?" she asked, sounding worried, which in her case she was. But Stiles only shook his head and put on a brave smile.

"Nah, it's nothing… Just a couple of bruises nothing major."

Lydia slowly nodded. She wanted to ask more, but then she hesitated. He said he was fine. Guys didn't like to be asked twice. If they say they're fine, then they're fine. At least that's what was up with Jackson. She choked back a sob. Jackson… Something bad was happening.. something-

"Lydia?" Stiles waved his hand in front of her face. "You okay?" Lydia nodded and asked in a hoarse whisper, "May I come in?" Stiles seemed to have forgotten about letting her in his room. He quickly opened the door for her and began to stammer. "I-I uh, I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you the night when you were crying."

Lydia nodded. "It's okay. No one has been here for me anyway. You guys are too busy with your own problems. I am too." Stiles eyebrow furrowed with worry. "No, really. I'm sorry. I wanted to be there, but I couldn't." Stiles wanted to tell Lydia on how the demonic monster, the Kanima, who was Jackson by the way, trapped him and Derek in the pool. Erika had been there too, but she was paralyzed and well, no hope for her to help. Fortunately, it had been Stiles' best friend to save them both.

Lydia nodded once more. "It's okay Stiles. Really." she managed a smile. Stiles gazed back at her, thinking how beautiful she was, especially when she cried. He quickly shook his head, realizing he was staring and said, "So do you want to talk about it now?" Lydia gazed at him, brushing a piece of her strawberry blonde hair out of her face, and nodded once more. She took in a deep shaky breath and said, "Either way.. you wouldn't believe me." She quickly stood up and walked around his room. "You would think I was crazy, which," she scoffed. "I probably am." Stiles shook his head and got up too. "Lydia, trust me. I would never think you're crazy." He slowly grabbed hold of her hand. "Believe me," he continued. "I know what crazy is." And he did. His best friend was a freaking werewolf, Derek, Erika, Issac, and Boyd were werewolves too. On top of all that, Jackson was a demonic monster who was on the loose, trying to kill everyone and that wasn't even the worse part. The worse part was Allison's crazy grandfather controls the thing and this time instead of just killing murderers, he's making him kill everyone. Well not yet he hasn't, but soon… If that wasn't crazy enough then Stiles didn't know what was crazy anymore. On top of all of that, he still couldn't believe she let him hold her hand for this long. Lydia squeezed his hand before letting go. Dang it, Stiles thought.

"Really Stiles. You just wouldn't-" she stopped. "Is that-" she pointed to the desk in his room with women's jewelry. "Is that women's jewelry?" she asked, picking one of the bracelets up. Stiles could feel his face turn red and he stammered once again. "Uh, yeah. I was going to buy it for you. You know for your birthday. I didn't know what else to buy so.."He scratched his head nervously. Lydia tapped the big box in the corner. "Plasma TV?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and trying hard not to smile. Stiles looked at the plasma TV still sitting in his room. "Uh, Yeah.." Lydia laughs and shakes her head and then she looked at Stiles. "Um, as I was saying, there is stuff that.. has been scaring me lately."

Stiles paused and looked at her seriously. "Like what?"

Please don't be werewolves please. Stiles silently prayed.

"I have been having these dreams… about uh," she took a shaky breath. "About these animals with glowing eyes killing people. And this man… Peter." Just saying his name gave her shivers down her spine. He had frightened her for months since he bit her and then he tricked her into letting him live again. He was gone for now, but…. her dreams-nightmares- her nightmares have been the same since then.

"Peter?" Stiles voice got dead serious. "As in.."

Lydia slowly nodded, biting back sobs. "Peter , him. He wouldn't leave me alone for months and… I don't even know what the hell is going on! He said something about curing him. I don't even know who HIM is! Or any of this! I don't understand anything anymore!" Lydia realized she was yelling and quickly lowered her voice as tears slipped down her cheeks. "Please Stiles. Please help me. Please."

Stiles nodded and put his arm around her. "Lydia, it's okay…"

Lydia pushed him away gently. "No it isn't okay! Something is wrong with… with.. with…. Jackson…." Her eyes got big and round and she stared intently at Stiles. "What's wrong with him?" she asked. "Please Stiles, if you know anything, Tell me!" She pleaded.

Stiles didn't want to tell her anything at all, but he had no choice. She was desperate for answers and he felt bad for keeping the secrets hidden from her too long. He wanted to tell her everything that has been going- she IS the girl he has liked since the third grade….

But she is also the one who has dissed me since then….he thought. Shut up, he told himself. Lydia Martin needed answers and he was going to give them to her. She was Lydia Martin. The most beautiful girl he has ever met and liked.

He took a deep breath. He knew exactly what he was going to do.

"Okay fine." Lydia said. "Don't tell me anything." She got up slowly and turned tot he door.

"No! Wait!" Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "Alright. FIne. I will tell you everything… but it's a long story so you better sit down." And so, Lydia Martin sat back down on the edge of Stiles' bed and listened to his story….

(To be Continued..)