"Dude you should have seen it. She had her hands and her mouth all over me. We were kissing, there was hair pulling I mean we practically had sex." Stiles said putting on his lacrosse gear.

"That's funny Stiles because the last time you told me the story you guys just kissed, and the time before that she almost kissed you." Scott said pointing out Stiles growing story.

"Hey I don't have much ok. All I have is this dream. Let me have this." Stiles said holding onto his friends shoulders. Scott refused to meet his eyes. There was something wrong with his werewolf friend. Something was not right about him.

Stiles was worried about Scott. Tonight was the full moon and Scott was acting weird. It didn't help that there was lacrosse practice as well. He finished putting on his gear and gathered around for the team pep talk given to them by everyones favorite coach.

Outside of the locker rooms Lydia was talking with a friend. She was hoping to talk to Scott. She had a theory of what was happening to him. She did what she always did when faced with a problem and took it to her basement. There she pulled out the big bulletin board and thumb tacked all the evidence she had in specific patterns in order to find a solution.

She had come up with only one solution.

Scott McCall was the killer of all the people in Beacon Hills. And Lydia Martin was going to stop him.

She tried to act interested in what the girl in her chemistry class was talking about but all she could focus on was Scott and the tall guy coming out of the locker room.

"Look I need to know if I have a chance with this girl! I've been obsessing over since her since the freaking third grade!" Stiles said looking over at the girl who was wearing a pale pink dress with a pearl headband and white sandals. Stiles took note how she was dressed more casually than normally.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" Scott said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He had bigger things on his mind which included turning into a werewolf and Stiles love life was not high on the list. Especially not if he had to go over to a girl he barely knew and try to small sexual arousal off of her. Normally he would do anything for his best friend but something was different about him. The full moon had to be affecting him.

"Umm I don't know to save myself utterly crushing humiliation thank you Scott! So please can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heart beat rises, if hormones come out-"

"Fine." Scott said angrily storming off to the girl waiting at the end of the hall way. He didn't even register his friends hyperactive thank you as another something inside of him snapped.

Why was he doing this? Why was he helping his best friend get a girl when he was having a hard time with Allison? Why should he do anything nice for him? Lydia was smart and hot. Why was only Stiles allowed to have her? Some primal instinct kicked in and Scott jerked out from his thoughts and shook his head.

Stiles fist pumped the air and ran off onto the field for practice.

"Hey Lydia can I talk to you?" Scott said practically pushing the girl she was talking to out of the way.

Lydia smirked and walked down the hallway to a secluded classroom knowing full well Scott was following her.

Before she could even confront him about the killings Scott began.

"Do you know if Allison still likes me?"

Lydia was taken aback. There was no way he actually cared right. He was a murderer not a teenage boy in love.

"Of course she still likes you." Lydia responded honestly never taking her eyes off of the boy looking for signals from his body language.

He smiled a little. "Really?" He asked in disbelief.

Lydia wrinkled her nose. This was not the way murderers acted.

"Of course she will always like you." She answered honestly again.

"As friends." She added quickly trying to see what reaction she would get out of him. "Just friends."

"Just friends." He repeated trying to see how the words tasted in his mouth.

"Yes. If you ask me. Of course nobody ever asks me which is stupid of them because I know all the answers." She got up from the desk she was leaning on and approached him very closely making sure she was getting in his face.

"Scott what are you? Have you killed people?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him.

Scott was taking all of this in. Allison didn't like him anymore. Lydia thinks he has been killing people. He was confused and that primal instinct that happened before kicked in. All he could focus on was Lydias plump pink lips right in front of him and her fast heart rate. He looked her in her big brown eyes and could feel his eyes flicker the yellow wolf color.

Lydia noticed the eye flicker and backed up. Scott followed her and cornered her.

"Scott what jus-" she didn't get to finish her sentence before Scott had his lips on hers.

He grabbed her head forcefully and she quickly forced him away from her. He let loose a growl before she grabbed a wooden pointer from behind her and jabbed him away from her with it. While he was distracted by the shove she ran out of the room.

Scott was angry but let her go.

"Hey what happened?" Stiles yelled as Scott entered the practice field adjusting his equipment.

"What do you mean? Scott asked indifferent to his friends desperation.

Stiles sat on the bench stunned. "Did she say anything did she say she liked me?" He asked throwing his hands in the air with raised eyebrows. "Did she imply she liked me?" He asked again before being cut off by Scott.

"Yeah, yeah she likes you. In fact she's totally into you." Scott said with a smirk looking up from his glove.

Stiles couldn't breathe. He was overjoyed and couldn't get words out. He didn't even notice his friends evil smirk.