Chapter 3

Stiles blinked four times before squinting. He had just woke up and could barely see through the blur that covered his pupils. He saw a blur of red coming towards him so he blinked twice more.

"Lydia?" His eyes had finaly tuned to the light in the bedroom.

"Morning, sleepyhead." She smiled. He was laying in her bed and she was already dressed. He sat up squinting at her like he didn't know who she was. "Stiles, is everything okay?" She got concerned.

"Uh...yeah, you just look gorgeous in the sunlight." He leaned in and stole a kiss.

"Hmm." She pursed her lips. "So no wierd dreams or not knowing if you're awake."

"Actually I had this wierd dream. There was this girl Theresa and a maze and everyone kept calling me Thomas."

"Theresa huh? Should I be jealous?" She smiled.

"Maybe, she seemed pretty into me." He joked.

She slapped his arm. "Get dressed or we'll be late."

At school the pack meets up at lunch.

"Is it just me or has Beacon Hills got a little boring since there's no supernatural problems." Stiles looks around.

"I don't know, I'm kind of enjoying this time off." Scott looked at him.

"Come on man. All we do now is sit around and do nothing. It's boring I think I'd have more fun jumping in front of a bus."

"Yeah I'm kind of bored too." Liam states.

"Well, how about we do something, all of us." Lydia suggests.

"Something like what?"

"Like a group date or something. I don't know."

"That sounds fun?" Kira didn't mean for it to be a question.

"Yeah there's a party tonight." Liam announces. "Out on Whinchester and fourth."

"Alright, sounds like something not boring." Scott looks at Kira.

"Whoa tonight, I have three tests to make up." Stiles complains.

"Well then, I suppose you'd better go get started on them." Lydia smiled.

Five hours and three make-up tests later Stiles was finaly home. It was six thirty and everyone else had headed to the party. All except Lydia. She didn't want to leave without Stiles. She knocked on his bedroom door not getting an answer so she walked in. He was laying face down on the bed.

"Stiles? What the hell are you doing? We're gonna be late."

"I'm not going."

"Why not, you were the one who complained about things being boring."

"I just meant things are finaly calming down here."

"All the more reason to go and have some fun."

There'll be way too many people."

"Stiles, I'll be right next to you the entire time. Now come on, I am not sitting inside tonight."

Stiles didn't move or speak for a few seconds before getting up and heading to his closet and changing his shirt. "Alright let's go." They left for the party.

They pulled into the driveway. "Uh Lydia? This isn't the right address." Stiles spoke from the passenger seat of Lydia's car.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm pretty sure there has to be a house for there to be a party."

She looked up to an empty parking lot. "But the GPS says..."

"Lydia." She looked up at him. "Your GPS isn't on." She looked down at the blank screen.

"But..." She couldn't form a sentence.

"Lydia, what if this is like the time you kept finding finding bodies?"

"No, I would've found them before they died."

"Wait here for a second." He got out of the car. Of course she wouldn't listen and followed him out of the car. He walked slowly through the parking lot moving toward a dumpster across the lot. It was the only other thing there besides them. He walked up to the dumpster and his eyes began to glow.

"Stay back." he motioned the same.

"What's wrong, Stiles?"

"Werewolf." he cautiously approached the dumpster. He could smell the tention on Lydia building with every second. Once he was close enough he flipped the lid open. There was nothing there. Lydia's breathing slowed back down to a normal pace.

"Okay, nothings there."

"No, somethings definantly here, I can still smell it." He started to move around the dumpster. He circled to the back of it to find a body laying lifeless without a head.

"Oh my God!" They screamed at the same time.

"Why did you scream?"

"He doesn't have a head."

"Well, you're a werewolf."

"He doesn't have a head."

"You're an alpha."

"He doesn't have a head, Lydia."

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Lydia was driving Stiles home after everyone else came and then the Sheriff's department. The Sheriff forced them to leave so they did. They were sitting at a red light when Stiles' door opened from the outside. A guy grabbed him and pulled him out. Another guy put a gun to Lydia's head. He opened her door and pulled her out of the car. They attacked Stiles before getting in the car and taking off. Lydia helped Stiles back to his feet.

"Please don't do what you're thinking of doing."

"They had a gun to your head, Lydia. I'm not letting them get away with that." He took off after them. He chased them three blocks and into an alley. They stopped and got out. Stiles ran at them and just as he reached them. ZAP!