A/N: Hi guys! Here's the next chapter. The song featured in the chapter is Hanging by a Thread by Billy Talent.

Happy reading and let me know what you think!

The radio was mocking Stiles on the drive home from Lydia's. Some song going on about people falling apart and hanging by threads.

Hanging by a thread
Hanging by a thread
When you break my heart, I fall apart 'til you stitch me up again

Hanging by a thread
Hanging by a thread
C'mon patch me up, or cut me loose, cause these rags are turning red
C'mon patch me up, or cut me loose, cause I'm hanging by a thread

That's exactly how he feels.

He shuts off the radio, slamming his hand on the power button with a little more force than necessary. Like it's mocking him too, the button double presses and the radio flickers off and then back on.

"Fuck." He swears out loud, slamming his fist against the console of the jeep. He pulls over to the side of the road and starts beating on the steering wheel, in time with each curse. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

The frustration bubbling over, he gets out and slams the door of the jeep. Usually he'd take extra care of his prized possession, but it's the last thing on his mind at the moment.

He starts walking away from the jeep, still fuming. He paces back and forth, throwing his hands in the air and looks up at the sky.

"Do you think this is funny?" He yells out to no one in particular. "Is this some kind of cosmic punishment for thinking about her when I was with Malia? Hell, for thinking about her all the fucking time?" He bellows.

"I bet you think it's just fucking hilarious that as soon as I find another girl she fucking wants me. Like what the fuck is wrong with you?" He demands from the sky.

"Well fuck you, universe." He screams. All he hears back in response is crickets and the wind blowing in the trees. He stops pacing and drops down, sitting on the side of the road. His face falls in his hands.

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. You really fucked up man. Yeah I know. No, like royally fucked up. Dude shut the fuck up, I KNOW.

He's snapped out of his conversation with his mind by Scott, who obviously heard his yelling match with the sky. He clears his throat, gives his best friend the eyebrow and sits beside him.

"So, what happened?" He asks.

Stiles starts at the beginning, his conversation with Lydia that led to something more after he and Malia fought, and all the events after that.

When he finishes, Scott looks at him sadly. "So let me get this straight. You ended things with Lydia before they even started. The girl you've been drooling over since 3rd grade. You still like Malia, just not like Lydia and can't abandon her."

"Okay, when you put it like that it sounds stupid." Stiles says defensively. Scott gives him a look.

"Okay, maybe I am stupid. Am I stupid?" He rambles. "Just tell me."

Scott just shakes his head. "You're just kinda in a hard place to be. Nothing you do is stupid, there's no right or wrong choice, or way to deal with it. You just gotta do what feels right man." Scott places a hand on Stiles' shoulder, trying to give some sort of comfort.

Stiles sighs and nods, slowly standing up and makes his way back to the jeep. Scott gets in the passenger seat while Stiles wordlessly starts the engine and drives.

How am I gonna fix this? The thought bounces around in his brain for the rest of the night.

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She doesn't talk to him, hell she doesn't even look at him, for three days. Every time he sees her in the hallway she looks stoically past him, as if she can't even see him . She doesn't even look up from her notebook in Econ. He's even more surprised on Friday when she doesn't sit in her usual seat behind him, but a few seats ahead in a different row, completely avoiding his gaze.

He spends the entire class looking at her, not even bothering to pay attention to coach. God I am such a fucking idiot. He thinks. He can't get her out of his head, and he makes up his mind right then and there about what he wants.

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She has plenty of messages from him on her phone, always trying to get her to talk to him. She's read each one but can't bring herself to respond. She feels like he stole her heart and jumped on it, and it's sitting on the pavement in a million pieces.

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That Saturday a big storm rolls in. Rain and thunder and high winds are all over the news, warning people to stay safe. She stays inside and goes through her closet, something she'd been meaning to do for a while. With her mom out of town for a conference, there wasn't much else to do.

Around 7 that evening the rain was coming down pretty hard, she could hear the thunder pounding outside her house. Having given up on her closet at that point, she sat in her bedroom watching the rain out her window.

From across the room she hears her phone vibrate.

What now Stiles? she immediately thinks.

She reluctantly gets up from the bed and picks up her phone from the desk.

From: Stiles Stilinski 7:12pm
Lydia im sorry. will you plz talk 2 me?

She sighs and puts her phone back on the bed, choosing to keep ignoring his messages. Then she receives 2 more.

From Stiles Stilinski 7:13pm
u cant keep ignoring me Lyds.

From Stiles Stilinski 7:14pm
im serious. u cant ignore me cuz im here.

"What the fuck?!" She breathes out loud. She scrambles over to her window and sure enough, his jeep is parked on the street, without him inside.

She hears her phone again and she receives yet another text.

From Stiles Stilinski 7:15pm
I no u r here n I no ur mom is gone to a conference so u have no excuses. Get ur ass out here.

Stiles you are literally insane, what are you thinking?! she thinks while making her way down the stairs. She sighs heavily before opening the front door.