Guys, I've got so many votes for Stora, but then again those who asked for Stydia kind of touched me. I'm still all ears for you guys!

Scott is lying on the floor, sweat all over his face and body which looks pretty much lifeless. Near him, stands Isaac in front of the mirror holding two scarfs in his both hands, furrowing as if he had to make the decision of his life. Ignoring all their weirdness, I enter the room and throw myself straight in the bed, stretching out my legs and supporting my weight on my elbows as I darkly sigh. They don't seem to notice me, but I know they did.

"What's up Stiles?" Scott finally moves on the floor "It looks like somebody just beat you up"

"Yeah, sort of" the tingle in my jaw makes me touch it, right in the spot where Lydia slapped me and immediately my back aches, and so does my head "It's been one fucked up day"

"Hey, excuse me Stiles, before you start to depict your horrible day to us could you tell me which one of these you think suits me better?" Holding up the scarfs, Isaac makes it look so much more important than my personal problems. I shake my head in awe.

"The blue one, it… matches with your eyes" Unlike my problems, this one is so much easier to solve.

"Thanks man" He grins like an angel, putting on the scarf around his neck. It's time for me to continue since Scott is all set and ready to hear me.

"Lydia and I quarreled this morning at school" I begin yet they don't seem to mind it that much "Then I slept with Cora"

This little information is enough to make Isaac drops his jaw severely and Scoot leaps to stand, both of them dazed.

"You mean like sex?" Scott asks in exasperation.

"No Way!" Isaac exclaims.

"Yeah, sex. It was awesome. She was amazing" And I can't conceal a silly smile "And right after that Derek came" I scowl right away.

"Come again?" Doubt covers Scott's eyes.

"Derek saw you fucking his sister? How come you are still alive?" Isaac seems to be too much entertained with my life occurrences.

"No, I said right after that" Is this dude deaf or something?

"Why would Derek get in touch with you and not with me or Isaac?" Now I know what this fuss is all about. Deep down I feel little special. "Did you get in touch with him too Isaac? Am I missing something here?"

"Nope. Don't be jealous. Derek's in love with him"

I roll my eyes, sick of this type of jokes. I'm torn between two incredible ladies and Derek is the only one people get to joke me with. "He just wanted to talk, to say he's been around and all that shit"

"I don't believe it. There must be some other reason for him to show up. Maybe you banging his sister"

"Shut up Isaac" I continue, not wanting to consider any of this. Such thoughts scare me. "When Derek was gone, Lydia dropped by and we kissed"

"Such a stud" Scott gags and again I try to keep going.

"Then she slapped me and, I must tell you, she's strong as hell. And last but not least, I bumped into Aiden on my way here and he threatened the hell out of me for Lydia breaking up with him. That's it. The end"

Scott is speechless, only I don't blame him for not knowing how to give good advices. It's not one of his talents. Then I see he's concerned about something else other than girls.

"Stiles, this is not the end. If Aiden threatened you, then you must be careful. We all know what he's capable of"

"I know. I know" I rub my hands over my head. I don't want to consider this either. In fact, I don't want to consider anything. I just wish I could be, once and for all, with… I don't even know with whom I want to be. Lydia or Cora.

"What I can't comprehend… " Isaac cuts my thoughts, walking side to side with his hands in his pockets "Why is everyone attracted to you? Derek, Lydia, Cora, Aiden, Scott"

"I don't get it man. If only I had your eyes"

"Yeah" He's literally thinking this through and once more I roll my eyes. Isaac's unbelievable.

"Hey guys" Scott call us out, his cell phone resting in the palm of his hand "Allison is throwing a party, like right now" Suddenly he's got Isaac's full attention. I can solely sigh.

"Go ahead. I'm sick of parties"

Scott exhales a chuckle, knowing my arguments are impossible to be true.

"Stiles, this is Allison. Please, come along. For me"

And this way he doesn't need to be asking again.

"I'm so glad you guys came!" There's something suspicious behind Allison's cute dimples "Thank God my dad's not in the neighborhood tonight. He'd never allow me to do this" She gently smiles at Isaac and Scott and on the other hand she menacingly holds her gaze upon me as we pass by the door.

This is nothing like I was expecting. Instead of masses of teenagers, loud music, disorder and alcohol, all I see are Ethan and Danny sitting by the fireside. They break their chat only to greet us, casually.

"Oh guys, sorry, I forgot to mention it. It's a private party. Only the pack" Something feels odd about the way Allison is acting. We warily take our seats in the couch and I catch out of the corner of my eye disappointment from Isaac. He surely wanted to party hard with his new scarf.

That's when Lydia shows up by the kitchen's door. Obviously, she looks dashing. Her hair seems to glow like in a fairy tale. Her green big eyes snap in my direction and she sheepishly turns her look towards Allison.

"Allison, help me here with these drinks, please"

Allison lops out, disappearing with her friend behind the kitchen.

Crap! Shit! Damn! I need to figure their plans out. Before I can second-guess myself, I'm already right at the door, my face smashed against the wood and I try to pick what they're speaking so I focus on their voices.

"This idea is great. No need to worry" I can picture Allison playfully smiling

"I'm so nervous, though. I've never felt like this before" Lydia's voice cracks a little.

"Oh come on. The boy's been in love with you since 3rd grade. He won't dump you because of a silly affair"

"Still afraid" Lydia hums

"Whoa! You really like him. I knew it" I hear Allison happily clasping her hands together.

"I do, ok? You know, those hands, weird knuckles. They drive me insane. He knows exactly where to put them. And those eyes, they're so beautiful and shiny—"

"Ok, enough. I can't think about Stiles that way" Allison giggles. She seems a lot happier than I was supposed to be about Lydia having feelings for me. Absently, I stare down at my skinny hands. It's not that I have experiences of where to put them, I just want to touch every joint of her. And about my eyes, they're not even blue.

"Wait!" Suddenly Allison is on the alert "There's someone eavesdropping us"

What the shit! How can she tell? She's not even a werewolf. I step apart from the door, knowing that when it comes to Allison's hunter skills, I need to react quickly before she catches me off guard, so I fling myself in the kitchen, running the door over. The girls stare at me stiffly as I pretend not to know anything related to my knuckles or my eyes. Of course, I have to stumble on my feet. Luckily I regain my balance before I hit the ground.

"Hey girls, I… um… You're taking too long with these drinks. We're kinda impatient out there" I lie floundering, noticing how Lydia avoids to make eye contact with me.

"It's ok, I'm coming" Lydia flees, passing by me. That's totally unlike the Lydia I've known since forever. I wonder if such changes have been caused by me. I'm harming her perfection. I watch silently as she moves away and when I turn around once again, I meet Allison's firm gaze, her arms folded.

"I expected this from anyone, but not from you" She tells me off

"She told you already, huh?" I let my shoulders down weakly. Somehow I'm embarrassed for Allison being upset at me.

"Of course she did. Where's the clumsy and super smart Stiles everyone loves right when everything he wanted is happening?"

"I'm still here Allison" I can't let her see through me "You're in no position to blame for being a mess with my feelings because so are you"

She blinks rapidly as if I had reached her weakness. I should really regret saying that, but this time I couldn't care less that she's a hunter and this house is plenty of bullets and weapons.

"I'm sorry" I gasp. Apologizing is all I can do. Silence falls between us until the ring bells. I frown doubtfully. ""who is this?"

"You'll see it. Maybe I can help you with your mess"

I follow her back to the living room, holding back my breath for the seconds she takes to attend the door. If this is a private pack party, then whoever is outside might not be a good presence for the night. It could be Aiden since he's not around. It could be Derek asking me for intolerable favors, or it could be…

"Cora! I thought you wouldn't make it!"

I choke on my own spit.

Me, Isaac and Scott are literally drooling over the girls sitting across the living room. There's music in the background and they're conversing about how this private party is a lot better than the usual parties thrown at school, and how Cora finds it easier to live side by side with us other than hiding her ass. At some point her eyes catches mine and she waves at me. as a response, I wink at her. I know I'm not the type of sexy guy that can wink at girls hoping that I'll tease them. It probably looked dorky as hell, but the urge came stronger than me. Isaac can't hold the giggles beside me, almost chocking on his beer.

It's uncomfortable how Lydia rolls her eyes at everything Cora speaks, boringly sighing at every move of her. I know what this is about. Allison trapped me between the two I'm torn so I can, matter-of-factly, make my mind. Cora or Lydia.

Allison friendly nudges Cora on the thigh and the two of them make their way back to the kitchen. Despair washes through my chest. What is going to happen inside there? I turn to Scott, nudging him everywhere, my heart is pounding.

"Scott, please. You've gotta hear what they're saying. Do your werewolf thing. Man, do me this favor, for the love of God!"

"I will if you shut your mouth"

I do as I'm told, and quietly I watch as Scott expression turns from absent-minded to curious. He narrows her eyes and glares at me "Allison is saying that this is not an actual party, it's just a plan to bring you and Lydia together and…" He shakes his head, not a good sign "They have a thing and they need to settle it" He mocks her feminine voice, then he pauses. His silence makes me more anxious "She's telling her everything, and man, I think Cora is not ok with this"

I'm about to have a seizure. Of course she's not ok. I glance at the kitchen door and Cora comes from it, she walks straight to the porch ignoring all of us. I can't tell how bad the situation is since she didn't squint at me. I follow her, not really caring if someone will suspect about us. I think everyone already knows it by now. Outside, she still has her back at me, leaning her chest against the balcony, her hair blowing through the wind. Facing her right now takes defiance because I'm seriously out of words. But before I can articulate myself, Cora breaks the silence.

"I knew you had a crush on her. You have. I just didn't know you have a thing with her"

"I don't… I have a thing with you, I… think" God, I don't even know how to defense myself. I wish I was a little more confident.

"With both of us, you mean. Allison made a huge favor telling me that" Contrary to what I expected, Cora does not seem to be upset.

"She did that on purpose"

"I know" She nods, suppressing the fact.

"Please, don't hate me Cora. Just don't hate me" I lower my head, ashamed and wounded. I can't live with Cora hating on me.

"I don't. I won't. We never really had something solid, but…" She shows a lopsided grin "I'm sure what we had was real and… hot"

We laugh together, half of me alleviated that she's not crying her heart out. I should've known it already. Cora is different.

"Really hot" I state, stepping forward, close to her. I'm dying to reprise one of those crazy rounds with her.

"I promised myself I'd get over her. I'm really struggling with it" I reveal, solemn.

"Well, is it working?" She arches her brow, as if she was having an idea. I don't answer it, Incapable to find suitable words for being so torn.

"I'd be glad to help you" She takes my hand and places t on her cheek, her eyes stuck on mine as she gets closer. It's hard to believe it, even harder to refuse this offer. I'm mesmerized by her lips, feeling like tasting them. The urge increases when she bites the lower one. "Let's go back to the party" She speaks slowly, leading me by the hand back inside the house.

"What are you doing?" I ask, reluctantly.

"We're going to dance"

"You said you'd never dance with me"

"I changed my mind" Her excitement is noticeable. I don't give a damn that everyone will see us like that, holding hands and exchanging intimate looks. Right now I just want to be close to her, touching her.

I, I can't get these memories
out of my mind
And some kind of madness
Is starting to evolve
And I, I tried so hard to let you go
But some kind of madness
Is swallowing me whole, yeah
I have finally seen the light
And I have finally realized
What you mean
Ooh

The song has such soft and sensual rhythm, and not surprisingly at all, Cora really knows how to move her body. I place my hands around her waist as she does the same around my neck. And we dance. Not for anyone, but for ourselves. No concerns given.

My whole body tingles feeling hers pressed against me. Her fingertips temptingly caress the back of my neck. I'm so ready for a kiss, so prepared to leave Lydia in the past.

Now, I need to know is this real love
Or is it just madness
Keeping us afloat

However, I simply let her rest her head on my shoulder, still moving alongside her. Let it be this way, just the touching and the alluring. She leans upwards to speak in my ear.

"I'll make you fall in love with me"

A wave of shock floods in my veins "I think it's working"

We slowly spin on our feet moved by the song, taking advantage of the moment just to enjoy one another. I could be like this forever.

"Lydia is watching us" This statement breaks every and each hope of certainty I had in my heart. I suddenly crack, no longer knowing how to move, but Cora insists and leads me against my will "Don't stop it. She needs to see what she's missing"

But I never meant to hurt anyone, not in the slightest. Much less Lydia, the one girl I've ever truly loved.

"You don't know her like I do. She's smarter than you think" I say defensively. It just feels wrong to let Lydia witness this, oddly wrong. I turn my gaze at her and what I find is the most disturbing image I could ever come across. Lydia is sitting with her head down, her locks covering her face although anyone can see that she's shaking, worse than that, she's sobbing. I know exactly what this is. It's not jealous or envy. She's having a vision. A banshee thing.

I let go on Cora at the same instant Lydia starts to scream, her body shifting violently as tears come off her eyes. Her skin is red and the image of terror s printed all over her face. I run towards her and likewise everyone does. When I reach her, I hold tight on her wrists, trying to contain and paralyze the attack.

"Lydia, Lydia! It's ok. I'm here! Hold on, hold on!" I've never seen anything like that, her visions don't happen in such dramatic and tortured way. Whatever she's seeing, it must be terrifying her, brainwashing her.

Little by little my voice seems to work on her and she starts to breath easily, her screams cease. Her body is now controlled.

"Lydia, what's going on?" I ask, a tear falling out of the corner of my eye. She still feels numb, lost, staring at me as if I'm about to fade away.

"Stiles" She mumbles, sweating "Stiles, I saw you dying"