Stiles checked his phone for the third time. 8:55am. Looking around the library, he scanned for Lydia. He wondered where she was. Lydia was never more than 10 minutes late for anything. Stiles sighed and looked down at his Biology textbook. The polar bear gracing the cover was staring right back at him, with big black eyes.

"What are you staring at?" Stiles asked the textbook. The guy sitting next to Stiles in the library looked up from his laptop and turned to Stiles. "What?" the guy asked.

Stiles looked up from his textbook towards the guy. It was Matthew, a fellow senior. With a bored look on his face Stiles responded, "Oh, it's nothing. It's all good." He glanced back down at his textbook, at the polar bear. Stiles squinted at it and then looked back at the guy. The guy glanced at the text book and then turned his gaze back onto Stiles. He squinted at Stiles and turned his head slightly with a definite "you're crazy" look on his face. Yup, I am going crazy, Stiles thought to himself. Stiles rolled his eyes and then turned back towards Matthew, "What?! Just a good old conversation with Biology going on here. Doesn't concern you". Stiles stared at Matthew until he looked back down at his laptop. "Sheesh" Stiles said to himself and turned to check his phone. He turned to scan the room again and saw Lydia walking through the doors.

Lydia immediately saw Stiles when she walked into the library. He was sitting alone at a table by the stairs. There was a flicker of something in her stomach as she looked at him. His brown hair was spiked slightly at the front, as it always was. Her eyes travelled down from his hair to his blue plaid shirt. Underneath the plaid was a navy blue t-shirt. Stiles. She stared at his familiar form. Just looking at him eased the anxiety she felt about the disturbing dream she had last night. Not only did being near him ease her mood, but it made her heart do a little jump. She couldn't help but stare at him.

"Hey, Lydia! Over here!" Stiles yelled across the library.

"Shhhh!" a couple of people shot back at Stiles.

"Sorry!" Stiles whispered loudly back at the people. Lydia rolled her eyes and sighed. Oh Stiles, she thought to herself and walked over to him.

"Hey" she said to him as she threw her bag on the table and sat down beside him.

"You're extremely late. Very unlike you, you know" Stiles said to Lydia as she dug through her bags. "You missed a very interesting conversation with Mr. Polar bear here" Stiles said jabbing a finger at the cover of his book. "I think he's scolding me for doodling in the book during class yesterday. Well, too bad so sad" he told the polar bear on the front cover. "Matthew over there wasn't too impressed with my conversation" Stiles said and glanced over his peer's direction. Lydia opened her own book and then looked up at Stiles. "Well, it could have been worse. Maybe he was telling you to study!" Lydia said with a smirk on her face. Despite the humor in her voice, she looked absolutely exhausted. The first thing Stiles noticed when she looked at him were her bloodshot eyes. The humor in his face vanished and turned into concern.

"Woah, are you okay?" he asked Lydia, bending forward to get a closer look at her face. She rubbed her eyes and then crossed her arms. She sighed, "Yeah. Just a little tired." she told him. He turned his body to face hers, and pointed at her eyes, "Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes are really red. Did you get any sleep at all last night?".

"No," she confessed, "Not really. I had this weird dream. You were in it, actually."

Stiles perked up when he heard that he was in Lydia's dream. "You had a dream about me?" he asked her. "Wow! I'm flattered." A small smirk played at the corner of his mouth. Lydia glanced up to look at Stiles, "Oh, come on. It was nothing like that." She rolled her eyes at Stiles as he started laughing. "Seriously though, it was really weird." She started fidgeting nervously. I have to tell him, she thought.

Lydia looked into Stiles' eyes. His chocolate brown eyes were staring into hers. The little butterflies in her stomach surged again. No, she thought. Not right now. She didn't want to spoil what could be a fun morning with Stiles. Even if he hated studying Biology, she loved spending the time with him. After everything that's happened, their little study dates have been some of the only times she could spend alone with him in peace.

"Okay. Well then, what was it about?" he asked her. He turned and rested his face in his hand, ready to listen. "It obviously wasn't a good dream."

"How about we talk about it later? I don't really want to get into it now. Plus, you have to study. You can't study when your head is somewhere else." Lydia suggested to Stiles. She laughed nervously trying to change the subject. Stiles squinted his eyes at her and pushed out his lips. Hmmm, he thought. Alright, later it is then.

"Fine, we'll talk about it later if you want. But I won't forget, so don't fall asleep on me" he told her. Lydia laughed and looked down at her hands.

Straightening up, Stiles slapped his hands on his textbook. "Alright Mr. Polar bear, let's do this!". As he tore open the textbook, Lydia couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Although the butterflies fluttered in her stomach, she felt something else as well. Deep down in the pit of her stomach, there was fear. Fear of her dream. Fear of what's to come. She can distract herself as much as she wants to, but she knows the fear will never go away. Something is coming to Beacon Hills. She just has to find out what.