Lydia went home and took a shower. As the water rolled off her skin, she thought about everything that happened today. She realized that most of what was happening was her fault due to that fasuad of hers. If she wouldn't have gone -behind Jackson's back- and made out with Scott, if she wouldn't have been hitting on him in front of Jackson, if she wouldn't have been pushing him so hard, either to stay or go away, he would be by her side. Through all of the bad today, she realize that some good did come out of it. She met someone with the same kind of feelings she had.

Derek Hale. . . she thought to hersef.

She couldn't get the image of his jet black hair and piercing eyes out of her mind. She remembered how her eyes roamed his muscles ripling through his shirt. Although it gave he a jolt of fear, she loved his mysterious-bad-boy front. She dried herself off and tossed on her favorite pair of pajamas before jumping in her bed and bringing the blankets up to her chin while snuggling into the pillows.

Don't be silly. There is no way he would be interested in someone like you. You're not as mysterious and attractive as he would be into.

She thought about Derek for the rest of the night before falling asleep.

Derek.

While out trudging throught the woods, Derek couldn't shake the thought of Lydia challenging his feelings. He ran futher and further into the woods as his claws sank deeply into the earth. He snarled and growled at the thought of someone actually caring for him, which made him run faster. Her strawberry blonde hair and emerald green eyes seemed to be tattooed to his brain. As he approached what was left of his home, he became his normal self again. He walked up what used to be called stairs and went to a vacant room. He looked at the air mattress that stared back at him and sighed.

I miss my bed.

He cleaned himself up and came back to the bed in a pair of dark jean shorts. He laid down shirtless looking through the tattered roof and into the sky, at the stars. He closed his eyes and saw the scared image of the beautiful girl.

"What happened to you?" her voice echoed in his head.

". . . You'll be dead too!" he heard himself say inside his mental space.

"I do the same thing. . . " she responded.

"I can't love you. Not the way I really want to." he dreamed of himself saying.

"Try." she whispered back to him before kissing him softly.

He didn't try to pull away. He enjoyed every second of the mirage. He roughly picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. She let her fingeres graze freely into his beautiful hair.

"Show me." she whispered into his ear.

Fangs grew in the place of his canines. He gently nibbled on her ear lobe and then on her next. She let out light sounds of pleasure that sounded like music to his ears. Claws took place of her nails as she clawed at his back. He looked in her eyes before she was ready to attack!

He woke up in wolf form and he hadn't noticed before, but he had poked a few holes into the inflatable material.

"Oh, great!" he mumbled to himself.