After Stiles' outburst you tried getting some sleep but all you did was toss and turn. You've been fighting with him for days now, you've been stuck inside this house for days now. You're practically crawling out of your skin at this point.

The morning light started shining through the windows and you finally decide to head downstairs. Walking down there you spot half of the group. Stiles, Scott, Issac, and Allison seemed to have spent the night. Stiles' dad was still hanging around before his shift at work and Parrish was still hanging out, too.

"So what's the plan for today?" you ask, hoping that things aren't going to be too tense between anyone else.

"We don't really have one." Scott replies.

"Are you serious?" you're surprised that they don't have another reconnaissance mission for today.

"Well yesterday was a bust. We haven't heard much so we're going to leave it for today I guess." he tells you.

"Do you think I can get out of this house for a little while?" you feel like you've been stuck here for weeks and need to get out.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Stiles replies. Of course Stiles is the one to say it. He can't stand to be around you, but god forbid he lets you out of his sight for a few minutes.

For a few minutes no one says anything and just looks back and forth between the two of you. At this point you're all but sure he's told them about the dream situation and none of them know what to make of it at this point.

"I think she deserves to at least go back to her house for a little while." Allison responds.

Stiles looks like he's about to argue, but then he stops himself. I guess he was right when he said he was going to leave you alone until you asked for his help.

You're relieved that everyone seems to have calmed down a bit and are even eager to get your stuff and head out to your car. It feels like you haven't seen the sun in forever and it feels fantastic beating down on you while you're driving.

Smiling as you head onto the road and back towards your house, you turn on the radio in hopes that it'll just amplify your good mood. Maroon 5's "Animals" is on, always one of your favorites.

So what you trying to do to me

It's like we can't stop, we're enemies

But we got along when I'm inside you, eh

You're like a drug that's killing me

I cut you out entirely

But I get so high when I'm inside you...

You quickly turn the radio off when you realize the lyrics are beginning to hit a little close to home. You start remembering that dream and you can't help yourself from going over it and over it in your mind. How amazing it felt, how you didn't want it to stop, how Stiles was sitting right there just WATCHING the entire time. He claimed that he couldn't get out of those ropes to do anything but you weren't stupid, you noticed him stop fighting once he saw what was happening. The Nogitsune was right...he liked watching.

You pull up to your house and dash back in. This time out of mere excitement rather than nerves of being caught there when you weren't supposed to be. It was a great day out so you decide to hell with it, you wanted to just sit in the pool all day long.

A few phone calls and texts were shot your way and you dodged most of them but answered a few. You know they want to make sure you're ok and as long as a simple phone conversation keeps them at bay for a little while, you're fine with that.

Allison DID however manage to talk you into letting her, Lydia, and Kira stay the night at your place. She tried passing it off as a "sleepover" but you knew damn well they still wanted to keep an eye on you.

Well, at least with the girls there it wouldn't be so awkward. It's always easier answering questions from them than any of the guys.

The day goes by fairly quickly and you're kind of sad that it's gone so quickly. Reluctantly you head back into the house to let the girls in and order some food for you guys.

Everyone has decided on watching The Hunger Games for the night...a kick ass female and not a whole lot of romance dragging down the plot. Perfect to get everyone's minds off of what's been going on.

Halfway through the first movie Allison breaks the tension.

"So...how are things with you and Stiles?"

"I'm pretty sure he hates me right now." you reply.

"He said that dream was pretty intense. Why didn't you tell us about it when you woke up?" she questioned.

"Because it's embarrassing! Normally I'd love to tell you all about a threesome dream I had...if it involved Chris Pine and Ian Somerhalder! But not some evil fox spirit who is the exact copy of Stiles AND then Stiles."

"Fair enough." Lydia smirks. "But I heard it was pretty steamy."

"I am NOT discussing this with you guys." you bury your head in a pillow.

"Stiles was freaked out for sure. I think it's really messing with his head." Allison begins telling you "He really has feelings for you. You should have heard him. But he's just really confused at how to handle the situation."

"Well then maybe he could talk it out with me instead of yelling at me or holding me accountable for something that happened in a dream I can't control." you tell her.

She just nods her head and doesn't answer. The subject isn't brought up for the rest of the night and the four of you make your way up to your room sometime around 11 o'clock. You all were heading to school in the morning and figured you could use as much sleep as possible after the busy weekend.

Morning comes faster than any of you would have liked. But you manage to drag yourselves out of bed and get ready and head to Lydia's car. She's driving everyone in today and then bringing you all back home.

The beginning of the ride was pretty quiet and peaceful, but as you neared the school you then remembered that the last thing people remember was you running out of the classroom after seeing that video of you having sex. You're completely tense in the back seat as the car pulls into the parking lot.

"Look," Lydia sees your face and knows you're stressed "Everything is going to be fine. Don't listen to what anyone says today, ok? Just get through the day, and tomorrow will be better." she's trying to reassure you but you're still a wreck.

Kira and Allison's lockers are on another side of the school than yours and Lydia's so they leave you once you enter the doors. You head to your locker and notice there's a group of people standing in front of it. Lydia starts pushing people out of the way to see what the commotion is and then immediately tries steering you away.

You're not budging though and keep heading for your locker and see why there was a crowd and why she tried getting you away.

"SLUT" was spray painted across your locker along with a few other choice words you'd rather not repeat.

"Remember what I said!" Lydia is in your ear trying to calm you down.

You open the locker and grab the books you need and head to class. For half of the day all you hear is people snickering behind your back or making comments. This is definitely the worst day of your life. That goddamn video!

Lunch time rolls around and you're honestly surprised that you've made it this far. The only saving grace now is that all of your friends are here and you think that it will deter people from saying or doing anything else.

You were obviously very VERY wrong.

A senior boy you don't really know very well and can only recall hearing his name once(Steven) comes up to the table while a few others were up getting their lunch.

"Soooooooo I watched that video. A few times, actually. My friends and I have a bet going, you know." his smile is more predatory than friendly.

Scott and Stiles show up and are visibly worried and confused at the situation taking place.

"What's going on here?" Stiles asks.

"I was just talking to your girl here..." Steven continues "I was telling her that my friends and I have a bet going. We all bet we could make her cum faster than you." he shoots a quick glance over to Stiles before looking back at you. "What do you say we give it a try after school today, babe? We're all fighting over who gets to take the first turn." he laughs.

"That's enough!" Scott shoves Steven out of the way.

They begin to throw punches and at this point you're just completely embarrassed and can't take it anymore. You run out of the lunchroom, down the hall, and out the doors.

You remember Lydia drove and you have no way of getting anywhere, but you're damned if you go back to that school right now. You run as far and as fast as you can until you reach a gas station about 10 minutes later. You quickly call a cab and ask them to bring you to Stiles' house. You're not sure why you want to go there, but it's the one place you now feel safe. Funny how the place you couldn't wait to get out of is now the one place you want to be.

As you pull up to his house you send him a quick text.

At your house. Didn't know where else to go.

Sorry I bolted. I just couldn't stay there.

He must have been looking for you because you get a text back immediately from him.

I'll be right there. Wait on the porch and

I'll let you in.

He pulled up just minutes later and led you in the house. You collapse on the couch and begin crying. All of this was beginning to become too much for you.

"Hey...hey. Come here." he sits down next to you and actually holds you while you cried. This was your way of asking for help and at least he's true to his word and is giving it.

"Look I'm sorry that happened. That Steven guy and his friends are assholes. Don't listen to them." he's still holding you.

For a few minutes you just let him hold you while you continue to cry in his arms. You manage to calm yourself down and finally break away from him to compose yourself.

"I'm sorry I just needed you. I hate what's happening." you tell him.

"Me too." he responds, wiping the tears off your face.

"I must look like shit." you laugh and look away.

"No you don't. You never look like shit." he smiles. You're not sure how to take the comment so you don't push.

"I'm gonna go get you some water. I'll be right back." he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

You follow him in and take the glass he hands you. You place it down on the counter and then begin trying to talk to him.

"Stiles...I'm sorry about that dream. I know it wasn't my fault but, you were right. I just let him do it. I don't know what happened. It's like my mind was telling me no but I couldn't get the words out."

He didn't say anything at first and you thought that you screwed up again and that this was going to just piss him off even more. He said he didn't want to talk about it last time, you're not even sure why you brought it up but you had to talk to him about it.

"No, you're right. It wasn't your fault. And you're not the only one who couldn't stop it." he sighs.

"Yeah I know. You were tied up still."

"Actually no...I wasn't." he looks up at you.

"What?" you're confused. This is new information. You could have sworn he was still tied up, but then again you weren't exactly paying attention to him for the most part.

"The ropes...when they untied off of you...they did on me too. And I just sat there. And watched." his breath was catching in his throat and he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"I don't understand." your mind is reeling. What did he mean the ropes came off? He did nothing! He just sat there! After he screamed at you about that yesterday?

"I-I didn't want to stop it. I wanted to watch. You should have seen it...god now I feel like that fucking asshole fox!"

"Stiles...what are you saying?" you walk closer to him.

He doesn't say a word. He stares at you for a minute, then he shoves you against the fridge and begins to kiss you aggressively. Well...this wasn't expected at all.

You're shocked at his initial response but you go with it. Real Stiles is here kissing you and you are NOT about to stop this.

His hands begin roaming your body and he's pushing himself further and further into you. You feel his hardness brush up against you and he groans at the feeling of it. You begin tugging at his shirt, but he breaks the kiss and shoves himself away from you.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I can't do this. I just...I keep thinking about..."

"Are you still thinking about how it's not you in that video or in that dream, about how it's him?" you're rather annoyed that he stopped what he was doing.

"Yes! I know I shouldn't be thinking about it but I can't help it!" he almost whines.

"Unbelievable" is the only thing you can say. You stand there for another minute, hoping that he'll drop his defenses and just continue what he was doing with you. But it's useless. He's standing there with that deer in headlights look again and you can't take it anymore.

You storm out of the house and immediately call another cab. This time you tell them to meet you down the road and luckily one was close by already so you didn't have to wait long. You gave him the address and he asked you if you were sure you wanted to go there.

"The place has been closed up for at least 10 years now. Nothing is there."

"I'm sure. Now get moving." you tell him