I've already uploaded today but oh well! :) I'm so eager to finish the story but I also don't want it to end! This chapter is sort of a filler but explains about Jordan Parrish and his creepy ways! Please leave reviews telling me what you thought about this chapter or what you think about the story so far! :) Thank you!

Lydia

Lydia sat in the dull, grey room staring at the fragile looking boy lying on the hospital bed. He had an oxygen mask over his mouth. Lydia listened to the steady beeps on the machine hooked up to his body; it was the only thing telling her he was still breathing.

"The doctors say that they don't know for sure whether you're going to be okay" Lydia murmured, a lump growing in her throat as she tried to stop the tears pouring out of her glassy eyes. "They ran some tests on me. Jordan drugged me with Ketamine" she told him, even though he was unconscious; she needed to talk to someone to keep her distracted. "He's dead now. Your father shot him" she bit her lip and smiled.

There was a long pause before Lydia finally continued. "Please don't die on me Stiles. I need you to stay alive" she finally let the tears erupt down her cheeks. "If you die, I will literally go out of my freakin mind. You see death doesn't happen to you Stiles, it happens to everyone around you. To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they're going to live the rest of their lives now without you in it." She spouted.

"Lydia" Allison called from the doorway. Lydia didn't know how long she had been there and right now she didn't care. "Stiles' dad is in the waiting room. Maybe we should give the sheriff some time alone with his son?"

Lydia didn't reply but stood up. She reached over and squeezed Stiles' hand in hers. "You just hold on a little longer, okay" She released his hand and walked out of the door, Allison not far behind her.

"How about we go to the cafeteria?" Ally offered, taking Lydia's hand in hers and smiling sympathetically at her. Lydia smiled back and nodded gratefully; her friend was always trying to cheer her up when she could.

None of the girls bought any food, they just sat at the tables. Allison glanced behind her at Scott, who was talking to his mom about something. Lydia's heart ached internally; she hadn't even thought about how Scott was holding up. This was his best friend.

"Is Scott okay?" she asked. Allison turned back to face her friend and gave her a small sad smile.

"About as okay as you can expect" Allison answered, drawing shapes on the table with her fingers. "Lydia, I have something you might want to know"

"What?" Lydia sat up straight, her full attention on her Allison's features.

"Stiles came over to my house with Scott before I called you. He was at your house looking for you, he wanted to come and tell you that he was wrong"

"Wrong about what?" Lydia winced, already knowing the answer.

"He loves you Lydia. He talked it over with Scott and was coming to tell you that he wants to be with you" Allison looked down at the table, clearly not wanting to meet Lydia's eye.

"Great. While I was on a date with a psychopath, Stiles was trying to do what I've been waiting for him to do for 8 years…. It's my fault he got hurt" Lydia let more tears drip out of her eyes: this time her stupidity of not trying harder to save Stiles.

"Lydia it's not your…" She was interrupted by Scott rushing over to their table, an excited glint in his eyes.

"Stiles is going to live" Scott beamed happily before anyone could ask. Lydia felt her heart float up from her feet and back into its correct place. "I just talked to my mom, everything's looking good for him" he added.

The whole room seemed to become a brighter place, as if everyone in the room was here for Stiles. Scott looked at Lydia and his face turned slightly forlorn again, making her smile slowly fade away.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, boring her eyes into his in confusion. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The deputy, Jordan. Stiles' dad found out who he really was" Scott told her, sitting down at the table: showing the story was about to get serious.

"Really was?" Lydia repeated, her already huge confusion growing. What did he mean by that?

"He used to be called Jamie Partridge. Before that it was John Prier" Scott told both girls, being careful not to exclude Allison from the information he was providing.

"I don't understand. What does that mean? Lydia huffed, not getting mildly irritated at Scott's lack of explanation.

"This guy is… was… wanted in several states. He goes around, stalking a girl and then kidnapping them and keeping them locked in a room until they eventually die from lack of food and water" Scott cringed. "The sheriff found news reports in a scrapbook in his desk when searching through his things. The name of the scrap book was 'Achievements' this guy is a total psycho!"

"Isn't the sheriff supposed to look carefully into people before hiring them?" Allison cuts in, leaning forward towards her friends and glancing around the room to make sure nobody is listening to their convocation.

"He obviously had it well hidden" Scott shrugged, putting his hand on Lydia's arm as she stared at the wooden table in shock. "Lydia, are you okay?"

"I was… He was going to kill me" she replied, looking up at her two friends. "If not for Stiles, I would be in a room right now starving to death"