LENA

Lena watched as the paramedics wheeled Erica out of the gymnasium. She clutched Stiles' hand, the other fisted into her chest. She was scared and worried out of her mind. No one told her about Erica's seizures. But then again, why should they? She hadn't been close to the girl.

She knew something bad would happen today. It was just one of those days, you know? Like the types of days where everything feels heavy, like you couldn't breathe. She had been on edge all day because of it. She thought back to how agitated Scott had looked in class, his leg jittering as he fidgeted in his seat. He had raced out of the classroom like his life depended on it. She recalled on how amazing it had been when the class ran into the gym as he caught Erica right as she was about to hit the floor. How lucky was that? She knew she had never seen anything like that.

Lena glanced over at Scott. He was standing by himself, Allyson and him currently in a rough patch in their relationship. Poor guy. He looked horrible, his eyes screamed his confusion.

"Scott needs you." She whispered into Stiles' ear.

He looked down at her. She couldn't miss how numb he looked. Heck, everyone was numb at the moment. "You sure?"

She nodded sadly. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Scott needs you."

He nodded, letting her hand go and wrapping it around her waist to give her a brief side hug. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?"

"It's a date." She tapped him on the nose. "Go."

She watched him rush over to Scott, Allyson taking his spot. "Scary stuff, huh, Mahaelani?" Allyson commented to her small friend.

"Yeah." She breathed, trying to gather herself. "It's not fair."

Allyson nodded. "She'll be better pretty soon."

"Good." The teachers were starting to usher the group of students back to their classes. "Welp, I have English." She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder indicating the group of students heading out the door. "We'll have to talk later at lunch."

Lena didn't wait for a reply as she sort of stumbled out into the hall. The shock of what she had just seen replayed in her mind. It was unsettling, not being able to help in any way as she stood to the side as Erica flopped around on the ground, the sounds of her pain filled grunts echoing in her mind. She didn't like the feeling of being so useless. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts. She followed the group back to English. As the class started up again, she noticed Stiles wasn't in his seat. She looked back over her shoulder to Scott's seat to find he wasn't there either. "Probably skipping." She thought to herself. It didn't sound like a bad idea. Too bad she didn't think of it when she had the chance to sneak out undetected. She tuned everything out, spacing out until the bell rang to let them go to lunch.

She made her way to her locker to grab her lunchbox, having decided after the first day of school to bring her lunch due to the pathetic lunch choices. On her way there, she saw the same bulletin board she saw on the first day of school. It still advertized the musical auditions. "Another thing to ponder", she thought to herself. She turned her attention to the lockers and read 1491, 1492, 1493. Bingo, her locker. She twisted the locker dial Right 12, left 5, right 38 and pulled down on the knob. She grabbed her lunchbox and headed to the cafeteria.

She took her time, thinking that her boyfriend—she still wasn't used to calling Stiles that—and Scott wouldn't be there. She strolled through the doors heading to her normal table. She smiled and waved happily when she saw she was mistaken. "I thought you guys had ditched me." She admitted when she got close enough to them. She took the seat beside Scott, Stiles sitting in front of her.

Stiles reached across the table to hold her hand. "No way, Babe. A date's a date."

"I just needed a breather." Scott admitted as he scrunched up his nose, mildly disgusted at their mushy behavior. "Can you two get a room?"

"Hush." Lena threw a piece of her salad at him.

SCOTT

"Seriously, you did far worse stuff than we're doing all the time in front of me with Ally-" Scott could hear the impact of Lena's shoe coming into contact with Stiles' shin. In addition, she sent him a look to further silence him. She was completely unaware that the couple was secretly dating. He frowned. There was a lot Lena was in the dark about. He knew it was hard for Stiles to keep such a large portion of his life hidden from Lena, but he knew Stiles knew how dangerous it would be for her if she were in the loop. His relationship with Allyson was proof enough.

Just then the double doors leading into the cafeteria burst open. Erica strutted into the room, looking stunning but smelling like him; a werewolf. He quickly tensed.

He could hear the whispers around him from his fellow classmates, all about Erica and her new transformation. "If they only knew how right they were." He though darkly. Her brown eyes never left his, both seizing the other up. He thought he heard Stiles trying to get his attention, but brushed it off.

LENA

Lena was oblivious to the death stares that Erica and Scott were sending each other. She was even obvious to how tense Scott and Stiles were. Her attention was solely on Erica. She was in awe. Erica looked absolutely stunning, black leather jacket and leopard heels giving her a mysteriously beautiful, almost lethal edge. "Wow." She sighed in complete awe. This Erica was a completely different from the Erica she saw in the halls everyday at school. It was like someone decided to Photoshop her, brightening everything about her; Her smile, her teeth, her eyes, her skin, her hair, her everything. She watched as she bit into some guy's apple, smirking. "Oh, wow." She repeated, unable to voice her adoration.

As quick as she came, she left. Disappearing like a mirage in the desert, causing everyone to question if what they had just witnessed was real.

It seemed Scott and Stiles were the first ones to snap out of their shock because they quickly stood from the table and ran out of the cafeteria after her. Lena looked to the seats where her boyfriend and friend had just vacated. "What tha…" She picked at her food absentmindedly. She let it go, deciding she didn't even care at the moment, the day had taken too much out of her to handle.

Allyson slid the seat beside her, knocking Lena out of her stupor. "Did you see Erica?"

"How could I miss her?" Lena answered, looking at the brunette in disbelief. "She looked so beautiful. Like, wow." She waved her fork around to emphasize her point. "You weren't kidding about her getting better fast."

"It seems so." Allyson patted Lena's arm, standing from her seat. "I have to go reassure Lydia she's still the hottest thing around." She nodded towards Lydia, who looked like she was having a nervous breakdown. "But text me when Scott get back."

"Will do." She was silent as she watched Allyson try to calm down Lydia. Why would Allyson need to know where Scott was? It left her confused, seeing how they weren't communicating at all lately. It was odd but she let it go, seeing it as an ex keeping tabs on an ex. She continued to push around her salad, suddenly not hungry anymore.

The bell rang shortly after that, the boys still hadn't shown up. Lena was beginning to get agitated. Sure, Erica looked hot, but to run out after her was a little much. She knew she was being jealous, which was completely petty, but how could she not? Her own boyfriend ditched her the second a hot girl walked by. She could feel the ghosts of pains from a latent headache. She ambled down the hallway, unable to help keep from comparing herself to the girls of Beacon Hills. They were all so glamorous, Lydia being the Queen Bee in designer heels. She glanced down at her sleeveless collared top. The top was buttoned up all the way to her neck, showing no cleavage; she was always more comfortable that way. She had put gold tips on the pointy parts of the collar, hoping it would brighten it up the dark navy color. She had liked it when she left the house that morning, but she was slowly regretting it. She had chosen red pants that morning, hoping to make a bold statement. They made a statement alright, but was it a flattering one? She followed the line of her legs to land on her black oxford shoes, fingering the black belt circling around her waist, it also had golden tips. They matched right? She didn't really know anymore. Right now, comparing herself to the colorful girls around her; she felt like a cow, a huge bleeding cow.

She ducked into the girls' bathroom, suddenly overwhelmed. She could hear all the snide remarks people made about her back in Georgia. Her mind a cassette tape on loop, reliving all the moments of torture. She shivered. Gripping one hand on the sink, she dialed Danny's number. "Lena? Hello?"

She ignored him, trying to focus. "You have a free period right now, right?"

Danny hesitated in confusion, "Yes? I'm with Jackson."

"I'm thinkin' I should go home. I'm in the bathroom about to pass out." She ground out, a massive headache raging in her head.

"Stay right there, okay?" He instructed urgently.

She clinched her jaw, headache turning into a full blown migraine. Her skin felt clammy, sweat forming on her brow. "Come get me." She pleaded into the phone. "Danny, please."

"That's what I'm doing." She could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. "I'm almost there."

She released her grip on the sink, slowly backing up to the wall behind her. She shrugged the book back off her back and slid down the wall to hide her face in her hands. She closed her eyes tightly. "The sun's too bright." She mumbled into the phone.

"I know, honey, I know. I'm literally two minutes from getting to you." She hung up the phone, not wanting to hear anything more. Every little noise seemed to be amplified, creating a maelstrom of chaos in her head.

She waited for him, her knees pulled into her chest, head resting on her knees, her face still buried in her hands. There was a knock on the door. "Lena?" She heard. "You in there?"

She grunted out a reply, the pain making it very hard to speak.

She heard Danny quickly open the swinging door and felt him kneel beside her. "Want me to carry you?"

"No."

She grabbed his arm, head throbbing and walked out to the car. Danny threw her bag into the truck while she laid the seat all the way back. He got into the car as she threw her arm over her eyes. "We'll get you some advil when we get home." He patted her knee as he drove trying to relieve her pain.

"What brought it on, Lena?" Of course he'd ask her, he was aware of how she got the migraines.

"Don't wanna talk." She mumbled, her mind begging him to stop talking.

He didn't say anything as he guided her into the house, up to her room. He left her momentarily, enough time for her to change into pajamas, and came back with two painkillers and a glass of water. She was already in bed, face down shrouded in darkness. He set medicine on her bedside table.

"Thanks, Danny." He heard as he shut the door.

LENA

Lena woke up a few hours later to someone stroking her hair. The weight of that person perched on the edge of the bed caused her body to dip in their direction. She turned her head flat on her folded forearms peering up at the person in her bed. "Stiles?" She guessed sleepily, squinting at him, her vision blurry from sleep.

"I'm here." He answered in a whisper, combing her chocolate hair behind her ear to reveal her face. "I got a text from your cell saying you were sick?"

She narrowed her eyes, "I didn't send you anything." She propped herself on her arms, searching for her phone. Not finding it she came to the conclusion, "Danny must've sent it." She relaxed her arms, resting her cheek on her arms once again.

He scooted closer towards her, her body bouncing slightly on the bed. "And I'm glad he did." He stroked the underside of her exposed jaw. "You're important to me."

She smiled faintly at him, touched by his words. "And you, me." He laid down beside her, staying above the covers while she was buried beneath them. He tucked his arm under his head, tilting slightly to stare at her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "Just a slight headache now. I took some medicine some time ago."

"Migraine?" He asked.

She nodded again.

"I used to get them when my mom died." He whispered quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "I got them 'cause I couldn't stop thinking about it."

It was silent for a moment, Lena not knowing what to say. She brought her hand to his chin, tenderly turning his head to face her. "I'm sorry." She whispered. Her heart pounded in her chest. Needing to comfort him, she ran her fingertips over his cheekbones, trailing down his jaw. "I really am."

He shrugged. "Wasn't your fault. Cancer." He frowned. "But this isn't about me." He reminded her, "I read somewhere that negative thoughts are the main cause of migraines. So what negative things were running through that pretty little head of yours?" She closed her eyes as he ghosted his fingers across her forehead.

Lena shrugged, "Nothin'"

"Bull." He fixed his gaze on her as he said it. She looked into his worried caramel eyes. "Tell me." He shifted his attention to the lock of hair he was fiddling with. "If you want to. No pressure."

Did she even want to talk about it? Was she ready to dredge up the past? She was silent for a moment trying to find the best way to say what she was about to admit. "I- uh." She swallowed hard, nervous. "I was bullied pretty bad back in Georgia." She continued, blushing in her embarrassment. "It was mainly because I'm not skinny. Larger body, larger target ya' know?" Her chin trembled as she bit her lower lip. "It got really bad. Like, really bad." Her breathing was shaky.

STILES

Stiles was silent, listening intently, watching as her eyes went glassy, stuck in her memories. He masked his anger well. He knew bullying. He's experienced it; his ADHD gave his bullies enough reason to torment him. But this was Lena, this was different. How could someone take his beautiful Lena and try to cause her pain? How could they make her doubt her beauty? He clenched his jaw allowing her to finish.

"I guess seeing Erica today sorta brought back the memories." He watched her face, noticing how she was purposely avoiding his gaze. "Pathetic, huh?"

It felt like his heart literally dropped to his stomach. He quickly pulled her body towards him, causing her to gasp, not expecting the sudden movement. He wrapped his arm around her waist, propping his head on his arm. "No. Not at all… Listen, people are jerks. Anything different, they shun. But you," He ran a long, pale finger down her spine. "You're absolutely frickin' perfect." He lightly kissed her shoulder. "Every single little detail." He mumbled against her skin.

"Oh stop, you." She flicked her hand on his chest playfully, smiling softly.

"Nope. Not until you get that you're the whole frickin' package." He continued, becoming more enthusiastic as he spied the smile on her face widen. "Don't ever doubt that. And don't even get me started on how smart you are. Not to mention funny as hell."

He felt her leg bump his through the comforter. "Okay, okay, I get the point." She interrupted him. They lay there, quiet, caramel eyes gazing into green, a masculine arm slung over feminine hips.

"Thanks," She admitted after sometime, lifting herself onto her arms to be level with him. "I needed to hear that."

"Anytime, Peaches." He tightened the hold on her, kissing her on the cheek.

HOLY BANANAS! Long chapter, huh, guys? As usual, thanks to all of you that reviewed and left me feedback! I'm talking to you, Kittykatcrp, ChrisVigilante, bubblessunshindelight, amgonyea, samantha, and InkOverLoad! You guys seriously make my day SO much brighter.

Sorry if this chapter was a tad bit dark. But hey, it's based off Teen Wolf. lol. :)