Chloe buried her face in Aiden's back in embarrassment until she had to start giving him directions to her place. They made it there in half the time than when Stiles drove. Which was saying something since Stiles was a speeder.

Once Aiden parked his bike and sat idling in her driveway she took a calming breath and slowly loosened her death grip from around his hard chest and upper abdomen. She shakily swung her leg back over the bike climbing off.

"You ok?" Aiden asked teasing her taking his helmet off so she could see his face. He was actually pretty cute… ok he was hot. And I just had my arms and legs wrapped around that! Her inner monolog giggled as she blushed and smiled embarrassed at her shoes

"I'm ok, just my first time riding…" she said trailing off. She looked up to meet his gaze ok, yeah he was totally hot!... but Stiles?-NO he made his bed AND slept in it, she had to move on. And Aiden was a nice and very good looking choice.

"I guess we'll have to do this again sometime?" he asked her cocking a brow with a crooked smile. Oh boy he was really hot. YES I wanna do that again! With you! Any day! Her inner monolog screamed at her. She chuckled and looked around her smiling before looking back at him

"Maybe… if my regular ride bails on me again" she added to her answer. She was beginning to warm up to him but she still didn't fully trust him. Aiden smiled and nodded looking down at his hands on his bike.

"Hey, Chloe… Do you have a partner for that class project we were gonna start in class next week?" he asked. Chloe's breath caught in her throat… was he asking her to be a partner that would lead to a lot of alone time? NO! No I do not have a partner and I want you!... to be my partner. She screamed in her mind.

"No… who's asking?" she asked back in a surprisingly smooth voice. OMG am I actually flirting with him?

"I am…" he said cockily "Do you want to be my partner next week?" he officially asked. She pretended to contemplate this while raising her hand to her chin

"Well…" she said joking. He chortled at her and she smiled back at him dropping her act

"What about your brother?" she asked honestly.

"He already has a partner and working on it ahead of schedule… goody two-shoes" he chuckled under his breath looking down at the ground. Was he seriously being shy right now?

"… Alright" she said after a short silence, she supposed he had earned his way into deserving a chance at a second impression that wasn't…creepy. Aiden looked up at her smiling

"-but I have conditions" she added. Aiden's smile grew as he listened, giving her his full attention which was refreshing and yet still unnerving at the same time… he still made her nervous. "The work is done 50-50, I will not be stuck doing everything. Your half of the work will be done on time and NOT half-assed, your poor writing skills are NOT bringing down my grade." Aiden laughed whole heartedly at her but nodded in agreement.

"I expect the same from you Ms. Turner" he said gazing into her eyes for a moment before smirking. It was as if he could read her thoughts and she blushed.

"Well, thank you for the ride Mr. Devereaux and I will see you on Monday". She grabbed her bag and began walking towards her front door feeling his eyes roving over her entire body.

"Chloe!" she heard him call out to her. She whipped her head around to look back at him from her steps. He waved her back over, she gave him a weary questioning look before taking a few steps back to him

"What?" she asked unsure of him and his intentions. Aiden got a cheeky look on his face as he leaned forwards

"What do I get for taking you home?" he asked. Her jaw went slack and heart rate rose significantly at his blunt forwardness.

"My partnership?" she offered, Aiden tilted his head forward raising his eyebrows at her. Who does he think I am?! He may be hot and my chosen distraction from everything but I am NOT a slut! "Sorry Aiden…" she said with a coy smile taking a step back "-you have to work a lot harder to get anything else from me" she said. Where the HELL has this slick-as-fuck girl been hiding? Aiden leaned back on his bike with a large smile on his face

"That's good… I love a good hunt" he said. Putting his helmet on with the smirk still on those luscious lips. But you could still see the smile in his eyes as he revved his engine and walked his bike back out of the drive way before driving off. She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. What the FUCK just happened?! She smiled to herself as she finally went inside her house.

Chloe couldn't take the smile off her face even while doing what little homework she had. When she had finished with her school work it was still light out so she decided to go for a run to keep training for cross-country. She put on a pair of shorts and loose tee shirt with her running shoes. She grabbed her IPod and put her ear buds in her ears as she grabbed her phone to check her messages. She headed down the stairs reading through her texts: one from dad saying was going to be home late. She wrote a note to him in the kitchen saying she was going for a run just in case he came home and she was still out. She then saw three texts from Stiles, she rolled her eyes and opened them

#1: Why are you with Aiden? Is HE your ride?

#2: He has a motorcycle Chloe! Do you know how dangerous those are?!

#3: Be safe.

Chloe smiled at Stiles' frantic nature, he always had her best interests in mind. Stop right there! I am moving on from Stiles to Aiden who is nice, and hot, and has a motorcycle, a bad boy… with big muscles. That thought just made her remember when Stiles had cornered her and threw her over his shoulder like she was nothing… Wonder what else he could do? STOP IT CHLOE! She screamed at herself. She sent him a quick response before leaving her phone on the counter and walking out of the house to run off her pent up sexual frustration over Stiles and now Aiden.

I'm always careful, it's you I'd be worrying about after I get my hands on you for ditching me!

She smiled knowing he'd appreciate her sarcasm. She took off running around her neighborhood, when she was about half way she decided she wanted to go a little farther then last time, so she ventured out on to the other streets pacing herself. The sun was starting to set when she noticed she no longer knew where she was.

"Shit" she muttered under her breath and coming to a stop taking in her surroundings.

She decided to follow her gut instinct and turn down a road on her right. The road was covered in shadow due to the tall trees that flanked each side. She pushed through the burn in her lungs and the ache in her sore muscles trying to find her way home, anxiety slowly working its way into the forefront of her mind. What if I'm still lost by the time the sun goes down?! She asked herself trying to push the chill from the shade, the setting sun, and the panic away.

She heard a snap in the woods to her right and it almost made her jump out of her skin and lose her feet, she caught herself while keeping her pace. What the fuck was that?! Cried in her mind. Calm down Chloe, it was just some animal you're fine, she still sped up her pace a bit trying to find her way home. She finally came out of the heavily wooded area and immediately recognized the street she was on.

"Thank God" she breathed out hoarsely. She picked up her pace and ran to her house Home stretch! Turner comes around the final bend, she's neck and neck with the opposing team for first… oh here comes Turner with one last burst of speed, and she crosses the line getting first prize! Chloe playfully cheered in her head a small smile on her face as she turned on to her dead end street that only she and the Stilinski's lived on. She finally slowed her pace and looked at her house now only 200 feet away… Why is the Sheriff's car in her driveway? Probably visiting Dad… she reassured herself. She came up to her driveway to see her Dad standing in the door way talking to 'uncle' John. Her dad caught her eyes and she was surprised by the sadness that was held in them.

"Dad?..." she asked trailing off as she looked to the Sheriff for answers. He also shot her a sorrowful look and it all came together as she stopped at the junction of her cement driveway and front walk.

"Heather?" she asked with a tight throat. The Sheriff sighed "No." She denied taking a step back tears stinging her eyes.

"Her body was found last night but it was a Jane Doe… She was identified in the Hospital a few hours ago and I just got back from informing her parents…" he finished looking at her sadly, He knew Heather since she had been a baby too.

A sob escaped Chloe's lips as she backed up even more, away from the Sheriff and her Dad who were trying to walk towards her. She took faster steps backwards letting sobs escape her now she wrapped her arms around her middle and began folding in on herself. Her aching muscles finally gave out on her as her foot slipped off the edge of the concrete driveway into the dry grass. She collapsed onto the ground barely catching herself as she finally started crying uncontrollably. She kept calling out "NO!" to the sky and everything around her.

I didn't do anything to save her. I could've said something. I could've saved her. If I had gotten over everyone thinking I was crazy. My Image isn't important, saving her was. If I had gotten over my jealousy I could've told Stiles right away. My feelings aren't important, saving her was. I failed her. I killed her. I led the shadow monster that caused my accident to her. I killed her. I remember she seeing me through the basement window, screaming at me. Screaming for me to help her, and I failed her. I failed Heather and now she was dead. One of my closest friends I had ever had was dead. DEAD. Because of me.

Chloe was uncontrollably sobbing on the front lawn, letting the crunchy, dry, dead grass scrape against her bare legs that were still sweaty from running. She deserved the pain… The guilt had entirely enveloped her now. Heather is dead. I failed. I killed her. It's all my fault. Kept continuously running through her head like a mantra. Her Father and Uncle John had run to her side and helped her sit up on the lawn. She was weak, her muscles sore from running and her heart break had taken all of her will to move… to go on. She was crying so hard she couldn't hear anything either of the men were saying to her. Eventually, her father put his arm around her back and under her legs and picked up her shaking, sobbing form from the ground, a few tears in his eyes as well. She cried into his chest and gripped his shirt as he carried her easily into the house. Sheriff took is leave silently and shut the door behind them and went to his house next door. Chloe continued to cry as her father carried her to the couch and sat down, her still on his lap.

Her dad let go of her legs and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace not saying anything, knowing it would be futile. Chloe kept gripping onto his shirt and crying into the crook of his neck, one of her arms around his shoulders. She kept sobbing for her friend as he gently rocked them side to side, letting a few tears fall himself. He had known Heather just as long and saw her as a daughter, now she was dead. His heart was also broken over his broken daughter lying in his arms sobbing. It seems that since she told him she wanted to live to with him, nothing but pain has happened in her life… he couldn't let this happen. I wanted her healthy and happy even if it wasn't with him. But the selfish part of him loved having her around every day so he wasn't alone. His little girl that he held when she was two minutes old. His little girl who he helped learn to walk and ride a bike. The little girl he cheered on at Cross-country and track meets. His little girl who was strong and adapted to their stupid living arrangements due to his work. His little girl who was now broken and sobbing in his arms because her friend had been kidnapped and killed. He couldn't imagine what he would do if she was taken from him… his little girl. He squeezed her tighter, holding her to him as she choked on more sobs. He tightened his grip on her as he rocked them comfortingly, trying to put her back together.

Heather is dead. I failed. I killed her. It's all my fault. Was still running through her head as she cried herself out. She was exhausted after sobbing uncontrollably for two and a half hours. She took shaky breaths, not to calm herself but to let air into her lungs. She hadn't caught her breath since before her run. It's all my fault her guilt said to her… it was right, she was the girl who caused accidents, she was the girl that caused deaths: The innocent driver she sent to an early grave in a muddy ditch after dodging the shadow, She almost killed Stiles by making him swing on that stupid rope swing into the pond, All those birds died and injured the other students, her cuts were still healing into scars, Heather was kidnapped in front of her and she did nothing about it. She was a danger to everyone around her… another sob escaped her lips but no tears fell as she imagined heathers' funeral, followed by Allison's, Scott's, Stiles' choked her up more, her Father's funeral silenced her. She squeezed her Dad closer to her. No more tears would come out but still felt like she was crying.

"I want to go to bed" she whispered so softly and in a shaky voice she thought her dad hadn't heard it.

But, soon he adjusted her in his grip to pick her up again. He stood then slowly walked to up the stairs turning his body so her feet wouldn't hit the wall. He opened her door with his foot and set her down on her bed. He stood there looking at the empty look in her blood shot eyes and tear tracks down her face. His heart continuously broke over his daughter and he sat down next to her fetal position on the bed and brushed a hand over her sweaty hair.

"I am so sorry Chloe… I love you so much… I know you want to be alone now, I'll be downstairs if you want food or anything… a shower will probably make you feel a little bit better too... I don't know, just… I love you." He then stood up from her bed and tore himself away from her empty eyes and jaded expression.

After she heard her Dad get down stairs she slowly sat up, with what little muscle she had left and let her feet dangle over the edge of her bed. Staring at the wall above her desk for a moment before slowly standing up and turning to stare at herself in the full length mirror that was her closet doors. She was sweaty and her face was red and blotchy, tear tracks ran down her face and neck, the bags under her eyes were darker now. I deserve this she thought feeling another catch in her throat constricting her air ways. She began to feel hot and constricted as she began taking off her sweaty clothes letting out small grunts and cries as she struggled to get the sweaty clothing from her body. She was finally naked standing in front of her mirror… she hated who she saw staring back at her. You are a horrible person who let Heather die! She screamed internally at herself as she let out another sob that was still dry of tears. She took a shaky breath containing her tears and holding it back to stand back up and look at herself. LOOK AT YOURSELF! This is who you are… the girl who causes death! You could've saved all of them! You deserve no pity, you look at yourself and see the monster you've become! She stared at herself, looking over every inch of skin in hate.

"You're a monster" she whispered darkly to the monster in the mirror.

She then turned away and walked across the hall to the bathroom. She took a long hot shower and got rid of the sweat that was on her and rinsed off her tears that has stained her face. She washed her hair of the memories hoping she could scrub her horrible-ness off and wash it down the drain. When the hot water began to run cold is when she decided to get out. She dried off and avoided the mirror as she again walked naked across the hallway to her room. She put on her Dad's old tee shirt, which always comforted her, and her pajama shorts. She let her hair air dry as she sat on her bed and went on her lap top and began watching movies until she fell asleep.

Her Dad had come and checked on her the next day, Saturday, and put her lap top on her desk to charge and let her sleep since she'd been through a lot. She slept entirely through Saturday and woke up at 9am on Sunday. She sat up in bed and immediately had to pee, she waited for a few minutes letting everything sink in again. She let out a yawn and then went to the bathroom, where she also took another long shower trying to wash away her pain, and disgust but to no avail. She got dressed in just a giant snap-up plaid shirt, it could've been a dress on her, and some capris leggings with her Keds. She towel dried her hair and for the first time in two days looked in a mirror. Her face looked like porcelain, with no-more huge bags under her eyes and tears staining her face. Her eyes were no longer blood shot but they looked empty.

She didn't bother with brushing her hair or putting on makeup as she slowly made her way down stairs and found her dad sleeping on the couch with the news on. She quickly wrote him a note saying where she was going and left it on the coffee table for him to find. She then grabbed a Pop tart and walked over to her neighbor's. She knocked on the door then stuck her head in

"Hello Stilinski's" she said in her regular, her voice was still hoarse so she couldn't be much louder than an average speaking voice. She heard footsteps coming from the kitchen and saw them to be the Sheriff in his uniform, probably about to head in to the station.

"Chloe? Come in- Come in" he walked over and ushered her in shutting the door behind her. He hugged her in a fatherly comforting embrace. She hugged him back then let go and looked up at him, he was smiling down at her with a small twinkle of sympathy but mostly he was just happy to see her outside of her house.

"Can I use your toaster?" she asked quietly and the Sheriff understood what she was really asking. He smiled at her brighter and then nodded behind him into the kitchen. She smiled weakly up at him then began to walk past him

"Stiles is up in his room, just knock before you enter" she smiled back at him again, a little stronger as he left her alone standing in his kitchen.

She then put her Pop Tarts in the toaster and threw away the wrapper. She pulled out a small plate to set them on. When they popped out still hot, she quickly put them on the plate trying not to burn herself. She then grabbed the plate carefully using the ends of her long sleeves since the plate got hot too. She slowly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, trying to figure out in her head how to tell Stiles what she saw and that she wasn't crazy… just an accessory to murder.

She finally reached his door feeling panicked that she had run out of time and didn't know what to say and was about to lose her best friend. She let out a deep breath you lost him a week ago when he chose Heather and you chose to let her die. She then reached up her free hand and knocked on the door quietly.

"Dad! I told you I'd eat something later… I'm fine, go to work" he called out from inside his room. So Stiles had been a recluse all weekend too…

"Well then you better get it while it's hot Stilinski" she said through the door. She heard the slow thumping of footsteps before the door was opened to show a disheveled looking Stiles with dark circles under his eyes like she had.

"Hey…" he finally said looking at her, wondering why she was here. She probably shouldn't start with the thing that would make him hate her so she decided to comfort her hurting friend first

"I thought we could be recluses together?" she said shrugging. Stiles gave her a half smile and stepped aside and let her into his room. She stepped across the thresh hold and immediately took a seat on the edge of his bed setting the plate on her lap before looking up at him. He had shut his door but now had his hands in his pajama pants pockets looking around awkwardly.

"I meant what I said you know…" she said catching his gaze as he sent her a confused look "-you'd better grab it while it's hot, these things get cool fast" giving him her best playful look.

He gave her a side smirk finally walking over and sitting next to her and taking one of the pop tarts for himself before staring straight out at the window above his dresser. His gaze was one she was all too familiar with, guilt and mourning. He didn't deserve to feel guilty… it was her fault. She looked down at the plate on her lap with the last pop tart on it. She set it on his side table no longer feeling hungry and looked over at Stiles who was nibbling on his food with a thousand-yard stare. She felt the guilt rise up in her chest and make her heart ache all over again.

She gently grabbed his hand, then put her head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. She felt him break his stare to look down at her before holding her hand tighter, she squeezed back. She then led him to lay back on the bed as they stared up at the ceiling together. She adjusted after taking in his warmth for what maybe the last time and let go of him

"I have to tell you something…"

*a whole new world is about to open up here... a whole other world of 'firsts'