Ok, this is the chapter I'm most nervous about. I notice that my Lydia isn't necessarily like everyone else's Lydia. Um...yeah. Also, start yelling at me to go write because I'm almost done with chapter 6, I have no clue why it's taking me so long.

"Hypothetically speaking," Lydia started what she was thinking would be quite a monologue. It was 3pm on the Monday afternoon and she was over Allison's 'studying'. "Say person A has always had a thing for person B and person B never looked at person A twice…until recently, but just in a friend way. Person B is dating person C, who they really can't find themselves thinking about outside of when they're together, but person C is safe, person B knows perfectly well what to expect from someone like person C. Unfortunately, person B might've done something that they really shouldn't have with person A and now they can't stop thinking about it-"

Allison had clearly been following Lydia's speech and she obviously knew who each person was, "Lydia, what did you do?" she interrupted as she closed her text book, sat up from her position on her bed and looked at her best friend.

Lydia cringed and put her head in her hands, "I kissed Stiles," she groaned and Allison's eyes grew twice their size that day.

"What?! When?!"

"A few days ago before the whole sacrifice thing…"

"How?! Where?!"

The red head lifted her head and tried her damnedest to keep her eyes from rolling, "Well, it's good that the 'who' is self-explanatory."

"Sorry, I just…Stiles? Wow. You've got to elaborate. I need details."

A sigh escaped Lydia before she decided just to grin and bear it, this was Allison after all, how bad could it be? "He started having a panic attack when he found out your dad had been taken. It was really horrible and I-I freaked out! I read somewhere that holding your breath can stop a panic attack and I just did the first thing I could think of…."

Pursing her lips, Allison opened and closed her mouth a few times. She had no idea what to think.

"Please say something," Lydia pleaded as she got to her feet, needing to release some of her nervous energy. Although, for the life of her, Lydia couldn't imagine why she was nervous; the entire thing was so utterly ridiculous, not to mention completely meaningless to her. She had a boyfriend and Stiles was barely anything. Stiles meant nothing….

But if that was the case, why did her heart race whenever she recalled the feeling of his lips on hers?

"How was it?" Allison asked with a smile...until Lydia's death glare washed over her, "Nevermind then...You do know that kissing someone during a panic attack is probably one of the last things you should do right?"

"Are you serious? I panicked Allison!"

"I know you did," Allison replied calmly as she watched her pacing friend, "But I'm not sure that's the only reason you did it."

"What are you saying?" Lydia snapped as she stopped pacing and ran her fingers through her hair. She was utterly disheveled and it was completely out of character for her. Her shirt was slightly wrinkled and she wore sneakers today for Christ's sake.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Don't start psychoanalyzing me Allison!"

"Ok ok ok, I just think that maybe you should consider-"

"Consider what? That it's possible that I might have feelings for Stiles? No, I won't because it's not possible. Besides I'm with Aiden."

"Why is that exactly?" Allison questioned. The hunter wasn't sure at this point if she was either trying her hardest not to imitate Ms. Morrell or if she was trying to do exactly that.

"I don't know. The sex is fun and, I guess he's safe."

Just when Allison thought her eyes couldn't get any wider. The first thought to enter her mind was thank God her knives weren't around. Since the dreams started she'd taken to locking them up along with any other weapon she could find, at least while she was sleeping. Though she was still having a hard time explaining how they always ended up back in her bed…. "Aiden safe? Psycho-murdering Voltron Alpha werewolf Aiden? Aiden, who helped kill Boyd and Erica and how many others exactly?!"

"For me, Allison! He's the safer choice for me! The worst thing he could possibly do is kill me."

"As opposed to?"

"Heartbreak, depression, years alone in a mental hospital which will turn into years alone feeding pigeons in the park only to come home to an empty house to feed my sixty cats. My countless awards the only things keeping me company…." Lydia eyes had glossed over slightly as she sat back down next to Allison. "I could become the frigid old cat lady."

"Lydia, you're seventeen!"

"How many times must I explain slippery slopes to you?"

"Ten seconds ago you said that you didn't have any feelings for Stiles and now you're making it sound like a relationship with him will result in an ending worse than Jackson."

Allison was right, that was what she was doing. It was easier to predict the worst possible outcome of any type of relationship that could even remotely mean something to her than it was to actually acknowledge her potential feelings. "He loves me Allison," she whispered, "Like, he really loves me. I was never even me when I was with Jackson. I hid myself because what guy wants to be with someone who is smarter than they are."

Her friend's face softened as Allison wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Any guy that wouldn't want to be with you is an idiot on more than one level. But seriously, Stiles doesn't know you that well, it's a crush not love."

"I thought that, but I don't know. It feels like maybe he knows me better than a lot of people. And he really listens to me when I talk, I don't have to simplify anything. He's the only person I've met who actively tries to keep up with me…no offense or anything."

"None taken," Allison replied as she smiled. Part of her was in awe of the fact that she was hearing these words come out of Lydia, of all people. It was kind of like watching the start of something, but she wasn't quite sure where it was going.

"But you know, with Jackson we had this whole saving each other's lives thing…which I guess is something I share with Stiles and Aiden too, actually there's a lot of life saving going around lately, but-"

"Wait, when did that happen? I mean, I know that you saved him, but when did Jackson save you exactly?"

"Prom, ya know from the 'animal attack,'" Lydia's voice went dark when she reminded herself of all the things she needed to do to hurt Peter. She was a genius after all. She had a list and Lydia Martin was determined that not only would she complete every painful task on said list, she would make sure Peter lasted until the very end.

Allison couldn't help the sardonic laughter that escaped her as she let go of Lydia, "He never told you, what a prick…"

"Who never told me what?"

"Jackson never told you what really happened. Lydia, he didn't save your life on Prom night, Stiles did. He traded himself to Peter to save you."