Stiles stopped her. In the heat of the moment things had gotten pretty heavy. He wanted this so much right now, they both did, but he wanted to make sure she was okay. She'd been pretty up and down with him all night. A moment ago she was crying in the rain and now she was kissing down his torso.

They'd already removed their shirts. She climbed ontop of him still in here red panties and started to kiss him. Their tonges dancing the tango. She reached down for his belt and he caught her hand.

"What's wrong?" It came out as a giggle.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing?" Stiles softly turned over to sit her on the bed.

"And what might that be?" She finished with her lips poking out.

"You're trying to distract me."

"Stile..."

"Look, I know how it is, you don't want to talk but once it's out, you'll feel alot better." He grabbed her hands in his. She didn't speak so he continued. "How about I start first, okay?" She nodded.

Scott and Kira didn't talk at all the way home. When they finally made it inside they still didn't want to speak. The air was masked by regret and shame. Scott knew she felt the same as him. He sat down in the kitchen hoping she would too so they could talk but she just walked past him and went upstairs.

Scott sat at the table with his head down when Stiles came down the stairs. "Hey, everything alright?"

It took Scott a while to finally answer but he did. "I don't think I can date Kira anymore."

"Why not?" Scott didn't seem to want to answer this time. Stiles patted him on the shoulder. "Whatever it is you can tell me. What'd you burp in front of her, your bike broke down..." Stiles gasped. "You told her you love her."

"No, I mean yea, but that's not it."

"Then what's your big problem?"

"I dated her dead best friend."

Stiles didn't talk for a moment. "Hmm, well, I can surely add that to the wierdest things I've ever heard." Stiles joked.

"It's not funny."

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Yes, Allison their late best friend, Allison my late girlfriend."

"Wow, so what uhh...what did she say?"

"Nothing, that's what's getting to me. She wont even look at me."

"Well, maybe this is good."

"What?"

"I'm not saying it's good that you guys are fighting but it is good that you can focus on something else, like how to find out who's going to die."

"You're still on that?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be. Someone could die, you're the only who could help, and you're sitting here worrying about your relationship. You're being selfish."

"I'm being selfish? If this were you and Lydia you'd be feeling this way too."

"If I had your type of power I'd do what's right."

"And that means forcing everyone to believe whatever you say. You're not helping at all."

"At least I'm trying, what have you done."

"I've helped you out with everything you've asked and not once did you say thanks, and you're calling me selfish."

"You want to let someone die because your relationship is in shambles, grow up Scott and figure out your priorities."

"My priorities were with Allison until..."

"Screw Allison!" He didn't realise he'd said that until it was too late.

Hearing a gasp the two guys looked up and spotted the girls standing in the kitchen doorway.

Stiles immediately felt like shit. He didn't mean to say that but he'd heard the name so much he was sick of it.

The three stared at Stiles in disbelief.

"Lydi..." He reached for her but she backed away grabbing Kira's hand and leading them upstairs. "Scott I..." He tried but Scott just walked away. "What the hell did I do?"

Stiles awoke the next morning to complete silence. Where was the chatter, where was the smell of food, where was Scott annoyingly waking him up?

He walked around the house looking for everyone but no one was home except him. He thought about what had transpired the night before and felt sick to his stomach. He was disgusted in himself so much that he avoided looking in the mirror when he went to the bathroom. He didn't want to do anything except lay in bed and die. So he tried. He went back to his bed and laid facing the ceiling. He stared at his ceiling with no intent and after five minutes he put on earphones and listened to Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips. After an hour passed he turned off his music and grabbed his phone.

Sheriff Stilinski yawned opening his eyes blinking at the light. The smell of breakfast peaked his interests but his phone to his attention. Rubbing his thumb and index fingers over his eyes he reached over to the phone. The caller ID said 'Stiles' so he answered. "What'd you do?" He asked still groggy from his slumber.

"I uh... I kinda ruined my friendship with everyone here."

"How did you do that?"

"I said some things that I shouldn't have?"

"Like what?"

"Let's not go into that." He wouldn't tell his father what he had said. He wouldn't want him to look at him the way that the others had. "I need to know if there is any restrictions in my scholarship that say I can't change living arangements." Upon being accepted to the college Stiles' dad read every single letter of fine print, he couldn't take anymore hidden fees in anything.

"No, it doesn't, but whatever you did just appoligize, see who it goes from there before you leave."

"Yeah, yeah thanks, dad." He hung up.

The Sheriff looked at the phone before sitting it to the side. His bedroom door creaked open and in walked a pair of legs so sexy he almost had a heart attack. She was wearing her bathrobe and carried a coffee mug. "Morning, officer." She spoke so beautifully you would think she was singing.

"Good morning to you too." He smiled and she handed him the coffee mug before leaning over him and planting a passionate yet quick on his lips.

"There's breakfast downstairs."

"You didn't have to cook." He found his underwear on the floor and slid them on under the blanket.

"Oh please, you payed for dinner last night its the least I can do. Now get dressed because we both have to get to work soon." She kissed him again before heading to the closet to get dressed.

Stiles kneeled on the side of his bed and began to talk. "Allison, I know we've never met, and I know you probably heard what I said yesterday, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what I said. I didn't mean for it to come out at all, it was just in the heat of the moment and it slipped. I don't even know where it came from because I wasn't think it. And I know that no number of appoligies or excuses could ever fix this. But from everything I've heard about you, you sound so nice and I hope you can forgive me because I know no one else ever will. But if you do it'll make me feel a little better about it. I don't know what else to say except sorry. I'm sorry Allison. And If everyone else would speak to me I'd appoligize to them too. Anyway, I don't plan on living here anymore or seeing these three ever again so would you please watch over them. They're the best people I've ever met." He didn't realize he was crying but as if on que a ray of sunshine beamed through his window making his tears sparkle with sunshine.

He wiped his eyes and exited his room hearing talking from downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to see Scott and Kira sitting at the table talking. "Guys..." He started but they just got up and walked away. Feeling a lump in his throught he turned and walked back to his room. He spent two hours straight packing his things. After everything he had was packed he wrote a note on a slip of paper and took his things down to his Jeep. It took him an hour to pack everything seeing as his dad wasn't around to take some of his things for him. Stiles left the note he wrote on the kitchen table and walked out the door. He drove his Jeep to the administrative building and spoke with the dean. Because Stiles had come at such short notice he wouldn't be able to get a dorm room for a week. Stiles just told him nevermind and drove to motel just outside of the campus zone. He paid in cash and stayed there.\

Putting the key into the door he opened it. The room was small and dismal consisting of a twin matress, a box television set and a tall lamp. He walked in and slumped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling hoping, no, wishing, no, praying that this was all a dream. But no matter how hard he prayed he could never change the fact that this was his life now.