"Where's Stiles?" Lydia asked, as the group ran down the fire escape.
"He's supposed to be distracting Derek," Kira replied, following her down the narrow staircase.
"He's doing a really good job," Aiden joked.
"Maybe we should go back for him?" Allison suggested, as they all reached the bottom of the exit.
"He's a big boy he can deal with himself," Isaac muttered, his disdain for Stiles echoing in his voice.
"We can't stay here for much longer," Ethan retorted, folding his arms across his chest.
"I can't let Stiles stay here, while he's drunk and not in control," Scott said, biting his lip and rocking on his heels.
"I'll stay," Lydia spoke up. The whole group turned to look at her and Aiden shook his head indignantly.
"No way, you are not staying here by yourself,"
"I am perfectly capable of looking after myself Aiden." Lydia glared at him before putting her hands on her hips.
"She's right, she'll be fine," Scott smiled.
"Thanks Scott, you guys go I'll find Stiles," Aiden didn't look to happy at leaving her there but as the rest of the group turned to leave, he gave a heavy sigh before following his brother.
Lydia stood in the cold dark, staring up at the almost abandoned building. "C'mon Stiles where are you?"
She groaned as she felt rain droplets land on her skin and moved forward towards the front door. But as she moved to pull the door open, she paused at the sound of footsteps behind her.
"Aiden? I told you I didn't need your help!" She turned around to confront the boy, only to be pushed back against the wall. Immediately she recognized him.
"What are you doing here?" She whispered her voice barely there.
He didn't reply, just smiled, holding her against the wall.
"I told you I never wanted to see you again!" She tried to push away but he held her firmly to the wall.
The rain began to get heavier and Lydia felt her heart jump into her throat.
"Let me go," She tried to keep her voice firm but it wavered. He grinned at her, his eyes glowing blue.
"Hello Lydia,"