A/N: Another flashback! This one is a little shorter than usual and I'm sorry for that. I had originally planned for it to be a bit longer, but then conversations went a different way. Please favorite/follow/review!
Flashback 2.3
The day Allison returned to school, Stiles wasn't sure what to expect. As he stood at his locker, he felt someone approach him. Before he could turn around and fully take in who was standing next to him, Allison's lips were on his and her hands were on the sides of his head. He didn't kiss her back at first because he was still trying to process who it was, but once his senses got caught up, he put his hands on her waist and kissed her back. He refrained from deepening the kiss, because he was still slightly unsure of where their relationship stood, since he was almost 75% convinced they had been broken up.
Allison slowly pulled away from him, and looked up. "Hi." She smiled and bit her lip.
"Hey," He replied softly.
"Um," She began. "Look, I wanted to apologize for freezing you out the past week. I know I haven't been the best girlfriend-"
"We're still together?" He asked, genuinely befuddled. Her eyes widened in panic. "I just..." He quickly tried to clarify his statement. "I was under the impression when you told me to get out of your sight and that you couldn't look at me and didn't want to talk to me...that... that meant you were breaking up with me."
Allison shook her head. "I'm so sorry. I was...emotional and I took it out on you. I didn't mean for it to be a break up...I just... needed some time." Allison worried her bottom lip. "You didn't find a rebound girl or anything, did you?"
"No!" Stiles answered quickly, but smiled slowly. "I haven't had time. It was on my to-do list for this week."
Allison laughed and hit his arm playfully. "Shut up."
Stiles tucked a strand of Allison's hair behind her ear and lowered his voice. "Make me."
Their smiles faded when Malia walked into the school. It was like a scene out of a movie, slow motion, hair blowing, everyone stopping and looking at her. Walking with her were Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, and right next to her was Scott.
"Is he really with them?" Allison asked. Stiles tore his gaze away from the group of wolves and slammed his locker door closed.
"It sure looks that way." He sighed. "We got into a fight about it and currently we're not speaking to each other."
"He was able to resist Peter. Why isn't he able to resist her?"
Sties shook his head. "Maybe because she's the girl he's practically been in love with since the third grade?" Stiles could see the wheels turning in Allison's head. "What?"
"I've got an idea. You've had a pretty crappy couple of weeks and I wasn't much help, so I want to make it up to you."
"Um... okay?" Stiles was confused. "What are you going to do?"
"Just leave it to me." She smiled and kissed his lips once more before walking away.
It turns out that what she had in mind was a double date. She somehow got the keys to the Beacon Hills Ice Rink. (She wouldn't reveal her source, but Stiles had a pretty good idea of whom she got them from.)
The other couple was Lydia and Aaron of course. Stiles was hoping that after tonight maybe Aaron would realize he had nothing to worry about when it came to Stiles and Lydia being anything more than friends.
Aaron wasn't as steady on his skates as the other three. Lydia didn't mind showing off in front of her boyfriend though. Stiles and Allison clapped when she successfully landed a triple axle jump. (Aaron missed it because he had just fallen.) Lydia eventually took it upon herself to teach Aaron how to skate, and Allison and Stiles skated around the rink for probably half an hour before deciding to take a break and let the other couple continue their lesson.
"Thank you." Stiles said suddenly after they changed out of their skates and began walking around the building..
"For what?" Allison asked him.
"For...planning this...for getting me out of the house." He looked down as he sadly added, "For forgiving me for what happened with your aunt."
"Hey...what happened with Kate wasn't your fault and I'm sorry I ever blamed you for it. If anything, I should thanking you for forgiving me after I acted like a total bitch to you."
"You didn-"
"Stop, Stiles. You don't have to try to make me feel better. It wasn't just to you. I was a bitch to Lydia too. We should have all been coming together and instead, I was pushing everyone away. I may have had a right to be upset, but I was upset at the wrong people." Allison chuckled. "I actually had to force myself to be mad at you at one point. How silly does that sound?"
Stiles let out a small laugh. "It sounds a little silly."
"It sounds extremely silly... and stupid and childish. But I couldn't stay mad at you..."Allison took a deep breath and Stiles smiled and looked away. "I couldn't stay mad at you because... I love you."
Stiles's head snapped up and he turned back to look at Lydia. "What did you just say?"
Allison smiled. "I said... I-"
Allison was cut off as a blood curdling scream echoed through the building.
Stiles and Allison both jumped. "Lydia." They both surmised before running back to the ice.
Lydia was on her knees in the middle of the rink, Aaron was knelt down next to her and she was just screaming. Stiles and Allison ran onto the ice, slipping and sliding until they reached her, crouching down beside her.
"Lydia!" Stiles tried to get her attention, touching her shoulder. "What happened?" He asked Aaron.
"I-I-I- don't know!" He stammered. "One minute she was fine, and the next..." He motioned to the state that she was in at the moment.
"Lydia?" Allison tried.
"Lydia!" Stiles yelled again. She suddenly stopped screaming, and the three friends looked around at each other. "Lyds?" He said softly.
She was sobbing quietly now, as she slowly lifted her head to face Stiles. Her mascara was smeared and tears were still falling down her face. "I'm so sorry." She whispered shakily.
"For what?" He asked, his heartbeat quickening in panic. Suddenly his phone began to ring in his pocket. Aaron and Allison both gave him a strange look as he reached for it. "It's my dad." He told them as he had the overwhelming desire to ignore the call and not face the news on the other line.
