I want to apologize how long it took to post this chapter. I have been really busy lately with school and work but I think I have a schedule that works well now so I should be updating more frequently. Please review it helps me a lot thanks guys and gals.

As the bell rang for school to end Olivia sighed in relief and put away her journal in her backpack. She made her way through the hall looking for Scott or Stiles but couldn't find them. Knowing they would eventually find her she made her way to her locker. The school felt odd now that she was a sophomore. She thought she was ready, she knew she was thinking too much. As she made her way to her locker she noticed Lydia looking around.

"Looking for someone?" she asked as Lydia smiled. "So? Where you during free period? I looked for you everywhere," she said already knowing the answer to that question.

"You seriously didn't just ask that question did you?"

"Probably with Jackson," Olivia laughed as Lydia let out a little chuckle. "Also…I gave it thought and you are right, I need to stop sulking around the house. My brother's in college he'll be back…"

"We both know your sulking isn't do to Ben being at UCLA," Lydia sighed as they began walking down the hall. "Liv, you know I'm here, I'm your best friend," Lydia smirked with a perky tone. "I don't want to sound heartless, I know it's a sensitive subject. But Liv, it's been a good five years…I'm not saying let it go. I'm just saying…."

"I know what you are saying," Olivia sighed as the two girls turned around the corner. "I'm coming to the party let's leave it at that." Lydia nodded in agreement and made their way down the hall. "There's the new girl," Olivia said pointing at Allison. The two girls made their way over to her. "Hi," Olivia smiled being the first to say anything.

"Love your jacket," Lydia interrupted any conversation that was starting up.

"Thanks," Allison smiled, "my mom was a boutique buyer back in San Francisco," she added as Olivia chuckled before Lydia responded.

"And you just became my best friend," Lydia spoke up.

"Hey," Olivia joked as Lydia smiled. Jackson wormed his way past Olivia and hugged Lydia from behind as he pulled her into an obnoxious kiss. Olivia looked away uncomfortably and she noticed Scott and Stiles looking over at them. She smiled a little, but she noticed Scott wasn't looking at her. She shook her head when she realized Scott was staring at Allison.

"Anyway," Lydia sighed pushing Jackson back. "There's this party Friday night at my house, you so have to come," she added.

"I'd love to…"

"Great," Lydia smiled."

"But Friday night is family night. I can't miss it," Allison finished as Lydia frowned. Olivia stood next to Jackson looking at Allison.

"Well everyone's going to the party after the scrimmage," Jackson said with a monotone voice.

"Oh what you play football?" Allison asked as Jackson smirked and scoffed.

"Be nice," Olivia joked looking at Jackson who looked at her rudely.

"Anyway, football's a joke in Beacon. The game here is lacrosse, it's kind of big."

"If you're into it," Olivia joked only to get another snarky look from Jackson.

"We've," Jackson started glancing at Olivia before turning back to Allison, "won state three years running."

"Yeah and two of those years you weren't even playing," Olivia smirked trying not to laugh as Jackson ignored her. Lydia looked at Olivia oddly but she shook her head and turned back to Allison.

"Come on, join us for practice," Lydia smiled grabbing the girl by the arm as Jackson walked ahead of them. Olivia stepped next to Allison and began walking with them.

"It's actually not as bad as your thinking, you actually do get into it," she said as Lydia laughed. The three girls made their way to the back of the school and sat down on the bleachers. They watched as the guys lacrosse field gathered.

"Who is that?" Allison asked pointing to Scott.

"Him?" Olivia asked as Allison nodded.

"I… don't know," Lydia answers as Olivia nods and remains quiet. She watched carefully as coach walked up to Scott and handed him a goalie stick.

"Oh no," she said aloud.

"What?" Lydia asked looking at her as Olivia looked at Lydia.

"Huh?"

"You said 'oh no'. What's wrong?" Lydia asked as Olivia tried making a fake oblivious expression. "Spill."

"I…lost my phone," she sighed shrugging. "I just forgot and had a mental break down. I haven't told my mom because I think I know where it is and I'll get it after the practice." Olivia smiled as Lydia and Allison nodded and turned back to the field. She felt weird giving such a detailed and defensive statement to one of her closest friends, she was more surprised that she bought it. She watched Scott as he covered his ears as the assistant coach blew the whistle. One of Scott's teammates ran forward with the ball in his lacrosse stick and released slamming the ball right into Scott's helmet forcing the teen to the ground. "Second string," she whispered disappointed. She could of sworn Scott looked at her but she looked at Allison thinking it was her.

"McCall," Coach yelled walking over to Scott as he stood up. Olivia watched carefully as Coach talked to Scott wondering what was being said. The whistle blew again as coach walked away from Scott and another lacrosse player charged. The three girls watched in amazement as Scott caught the ball that was throne at him. Soon he was catching every single throw. No ball got past him. As the next player stepped forward so did Jackson. He slammed his stick into the chest of the next player and took another step forward.

"Oh no."

"Oh yes," Lydia giggled as they watched Jackson pick up the ball. Jackson began running his form perfect. Scott's posture showed his nervousness as he rocked from one foot to the next. As Jackson leapt he cocked his arm back and released an incredibly fast ball. There was no way Scott was going to catch it. That was to Olivia's surprise when he actually stopped the ball. She noticed Jackson was a little upset but when he heard the three girls stand and cheer she watched him get even angrier.

"Who is he?" Lydia asked Allison's question.

"That's Scott McCall," Olivia answered firmly as the three sat. She looked at Lydia and smiled. "He's a friend of mine and a damn good lacrosse player."

"I'd say," Allison added. The three girls watched the rest of the try outs with interest and when the first day of try outs ended everyone was packing to leave the stands.

"So do you want to come over to my place?" Lydia asked looking both to Olivia and Allison.

"I'd love to, but I can't," Olivia spoke up zipping her backpack shut.

"Come on, Liv."

"Lydia, I really can't I have to get home and finish on this art piece and on top of that I have three sets of homework already. I'll meet up with you later. And it was really nice meeting you, Allison," she added offering Allison her hand who shook it firmly.

"You too, Olivia," Allison responded before Olivia ran off. She made her way to the parking lot where she found Scott and Stiles talking by Stiles' jeep.

"Are you two going to the reserve?"

"Back?" Stiles asked nearly jumping in fear at her approach.

"Yeah, I left my inhaler there."

"Well I'll join…" Scott's phone began ringing cutting her off. "Hello?" Scott answered. "Hey mom, what's up?"

"Crap," Olivia whispered wide-eyed. "Tell her I'm on my way," she gasped pulling her keys from her purse.

"Yeah, Olivia's with me, is she late again? And yeah she's on her way. She's actually running to her car now," he said as she glared at him. Pinching Scott she looked at Stiles who held his hands up in defense.

"If you do go, please look for my phone. Please Stiles."

"I'll look for it, if I find it I'll bring it to your house when you get off work," he smirked as she smiled and quickly hugged him thanking him before running for her car. She drove straight to the hospital running two reds and a stop sign. She was lucky she didn't get pulled over.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. McCall. I was with Lydia and we were watching practice, Scott got pretty good by the way." Mrs. McCall laughed as Olivia rambled on about why she was late.

"It's alright, but I got a call from one of the helpers, she can't come in today so you are going to have to look after her patience," the older woman smiled as Olivia smiled back.

"I can do that. I am so sorry."

"Olivia stop apologizing," Mrs. McCall laughed, "now do you want to start with your patience or the ones your covering?"

"Obviously mine," she chuckled as Mrs. McCall handed the girl a clipboard. Olivia took the elevator to the top floor and began her duties. Making sure each patient was comfortable and had their right doses. She was aloud to check but not administer.

"How are you feeling today Mr. Rodin?" she asked looking at the old man sitting in his bed.

"Better nurse," the old man smiled.

"I'm not a nurse, Mr. Rodin," she laughed, "just an intern," she added looking at his IV. "Anything I can get you sir?" Mr. Rodin didn't say much he just pointed to the blinds and the remote and she did as he pointed. After handing him the TV remote she left, double-checking her clipboard making sure she was finished. When she confirmed she was she made her way back to Mrs. McCall who was rushing down the hall.

"I'm finished with my route," she said calmly keeping up with Mrs. McCall.

"Good, the other clipboard is on the front desk, just ask for Jennifer's route," Mrs. McCall said rushed as Olivia nodded and turned around walking down for the front desk. When Olivia walked up to the front desk the woman behind it instantly handed her the clipboard and Olivia made her way down the hall. She stared at the room number on the top of the pile and got an unsettling feeling.

"Odd, why is Jennifer going to the Burn Victims Unit?" she asked aloud as she entered the hallway that led her to her first patient. She came to room 204 and walked in grabbing the patience clipboard to see whom it was. "Sorry, Mr. Um…Ha-" The name got caught in her throat. "Mr. Hale," she gasped finishing her sentence. "Jennifer, wasn't feeling good today, and so I'll be filling in for her." She said carefully placing the patient clipboard back. She looked at the man sitting in the wheel chair. He was facing away from her, she couldn't move. "Is there anything you need me to get you, sir," she managed to say although her voice was shaking. She finally stepped forward when Mr. Hale didn't answer her. "Mr. Hale? Do you need anything?" she asked placing her hand on the handle of the wheel chair turning him away from the window. She jumped a little at the sight of the catatonic person. His face half burned, his hair half gone. "What happened to you?" she whispered studying his face.

"What are you doing in here?" a woman asked angrily from the door. Olivia looked up in shock and stuttered. "I said what are you doing in here?" the woman asked again crossing her arms.

"I am checking up on the patient list for an intern who called out. Mr. Hale was first on her list," Olivia finally managed to say.

"Well, Mr. Hale has my care. You don't need to help. You need to leave."

"Yes, ma'am," Olivia mumbled before glancing one more time at the burned man. She quickly ran out of the room and down the hall. Finishing her new route took most of her day and she didn't get off until half past nine. As she drove home she couldn't stop thinking of Mr. Hale and wondered how he got that injured. She remembered hearing about a fire a couple years ago and wondered if that was the same fire. The more she thought about the fire the more she thought about the Hale's. The more she thought about the Hale family the more she wondered about her sister. As she pulled into her driveway a grey cloud of depression swallowed her. She wanted to listen to Lydia's advice and let it go, but the more she thought about what happened five years ago the more depressed she got. As she made her way toward the front door a blue jeep pulled right behind her car.

"I found it," Stiles yelled as he jumped out of the jeep.

"Thanks," she sighed as he ran over to her. She took her phone and tried to smile.

"Olivia, what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"No, no, no," he groaned as she looked at him oddly. "When you get like this you don't leave the house, miss school for a few days, and draw. What happened?" he demanded as she shook her head a few tears welling in her eyes.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine," she whimpered brushing the tears away.

"Olivia," Stiles sighed pulling her into a hug. "It's your sister?" he asked sympathetic as she began crying. He held her tightly as she cried. He knew how she felt with his mom, but she died in a car accident, Olivia's sister was found in the woods from an animal attack. "It's ok, Olivia, it's ok," he whispered trying to reassure her.

"I mi…" she mumbled in his shirt between gasps. "And with Ben gone, it makes this house feel so big."

"Your brother is just a phone call away," Stiles laughed as she pushed him trying to show her seriousness but she was so upset.

"Thanks for finding it," she mumbled as he nodded and hugged her again. "I just need to get some sleep. I'll talk to you later," she sniffed as Stiles nodded. She opened the front door and made her way up the stairs. Opening her bedroom door she left the lights off and climbed into bed. Leaving her door open her dad walked in.

"Olivia?" he called as she pulled her sheets over her head.

"Daddy, I don't feel good, can I stay home from school tomorrow?"

"Olivia," he sighed. She closed her eyes hoping he would leave, but she knew him better. She felt the balance of the bed leaning toward the left side. He was sitting on her bed. "Olivia I know, I miss her too, so does your mother, and your brother."

"I don't want to talk about it," she whimpered as she took a deep breath. "I just want to sleep."

"Olivia, you can't just lock yourself in your room. You need your friends. I bet Lydia would miss you at school and Scott and what's that kids name. The strange one."

"Stiles," she giggled.

"They would all miss you. And that party Lydia is throwing this Friday."

"How do you know about that?" Olivia asked finally pushing the covers down to look at him. She saw his silhouette and felt a little better.

"Honey, you go to Lydia's every year this time of year. We know it's a party we aren't stupid." Olivia giggled. "Go to school tomorrow…if you can't make it through the day then I'll pick you up. But you have to have a good reason."

"Ok," she sighed defeated as he left the room. Olivia quickly drifted to sleep.