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Scott had abandoned him to go look for Allison, so he was all alone when Lydia grabbed him by the arm as he walked to his hall locker before meeting him at practice. He was almost scared for a moment before, he noticed Allison with her. "Hey, Lydia, Allison, nice to see you both! Uh, Allison, Scott is looking for you, to apologize about Friday. He really really wasn't feeling well, I hope you're not too mad. He's been worried all weekend, like sick with worry. If he doesn't find you, please please call him, if I have to console him one more day, I might just kill him." Stiles folded his hands pleadingly and gave his best puppy dog eyes. Allison when hard for a moment before rolling her eyes.

"Fine..." She touched Lydia's shoulder. "I'm gonna go wait for my Dad. We'll talk later." Lydia nodded and Allison left her there with him. What the hell? Why was Lydia Martin standing in front of him? Not that he was complaining but he wouldn't say he wasn't slightly terrified. She steeled herself and Stiles eyed widened. Had he done something wrong? Was she actually mad about him crashing her party?

"Hi. Steve is it?" Stiles deflated. She didn't even remember him.

"Stiles." Lydia nodded.

"Right. Stiles, Me and Allison were considering extending an invitation to you." Stiles' eyes went wide again.

"What-What kind of invitation?" Lydia smiled.

"We'd like to have you over, to Allison's house. A slumber party, more or less." Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"Is the motive of this invitation to get info on Scott?" In response, Lydia smirked.

"Only partially."

"Then why invite me over? You didn't even know my name until the other night." Apparently you still don't. Stiles forced himself not to say because Lydia Martin.

"I felt like we bonded the other night. And you see Stiles, I don't have many people I consider close friends, people I genuinely like, so when I find people who might qualify, I latch onto them. I have Allison, and now I'm looking for a male friend. You're clever, witty, docile, vulnerable. Perfect. So, Wednesday, what do you say?" Stiles shrugged and nodded.

"Well, sure, um but the thing is, Friday I snuck out to go to the party. I got caught so I'm basically grounded, so I'll have to check to make sure it's okay." Lydia raised a brow.

"And you don't have to check about sleeping over with two girls?" Stiles laughed.

"I'm pretty sure my foster dad would jump with joy for me to be sleeping over with two girls, context be damned."

"Is he giving you trouble over dating a guy? Which, by the way, I need to know how that worked out." Stiles smiled.

"Uh, not so much the guy thing as the older-leather-wearing-buff-sneaking-in-my-window guy thing." Lydia raised a brow again, smirking. "And it worked out, we saw each other that night, and he made sure to get in touch Saturday, and he actually met my foster parents on Sunday." Lydia smiled.

"Good. You can dish about him on Wednesday." Stiles nodded and cut in.

"Sorry to run off, but I've got to get to practice."

"Going to cheer Scott on?" Stiles paused.

"No... I'm on the team..." She actually looked surprised.

"Oh, I never noticed." She smiled. "I'll see you there then. Bye, Stiles." Stiles wanted to be mad but Lydia kissed his cheek as she left, and he almost fell on the floor. He hurried to his locker, then to practice.

He got changed as soon as he got there. Once he did he went to look for Scott, only to find him still in the locker room, one row over, standing with his back to the lockers, half naked, face contorted in shock and confusion. "Apologize to Allison?"

"Yeah..." Scott said simply. Shit no.

"She giving you a second chance or...?"

"Yeah..." Scott said a bit more happy in tone, but face not changing. Stiles gave a celebratory gesture, not seeing what was wrong.

"Yeah, great, so everything's good!" Stiles went to leave and let Scott get dressed but Scott wasn't done.

"No." Stiles came back.

"No?"

"Remember the hunters, the ones from the woods? Her... dad is one of them..."

"Her dad?"

"...Shot me..."

"Allison's father?!"

"With a cross bow..."

"Allison's fathe-?"

"Yes, Her father!" Scott cried loudly.

"Did he recognize you?" Stiles asked coming over to Scott as his friend started hyperventilating.

"I-I don't think so..."

"Does she know?"

"I-I don't know... Oh god, what if she does? Oh god he's going to kill me, Stiles I don't wanna die!" Stiles pat Scott's cheek.

"Hey hey, I won't let that happen, Cas and Dean won't let that happen." Scott whimpered but nodded. "Uh, I might be staying over at Allison's with her and Lydia..."

"What?! Why?!" Scott barked.

"I don't know! Lydia said we bonded at the party and she wants me as a friend!" Scott huffed.

"You're staying at a hunter's house?!"

"I have for a week!"

"Cas and Dean are different! They're your foster parents, they're good people!"

"We don't know that he isn't..."

"They didn't shoot me! He did!" Scott shouted hushed. Stiles shook his head.

"Hey, it's okay, we'll talk it out later. Tell the guys. For now, we focus on practice, right?" Scott nodded with another whimper.