Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form – yayyy a quick update for y'all, I'm so excited for the drama of the dance and the season one finale you havenooooideaaaaaaa, hence why I'm probably now on a roll – haha. I hope you all enjoy this next instalment x

Out of all the things he expected Lydia Martin to give him, the last on his possible list was a box of 12 condoms.

He stood there as the door closed in their faces, awkwardly handling the box as if it were a venomous snake, his eyes flitting to Kayla's in mortification who simply smirked in response.

"She's hoping I take your V-card tonight" she said, followed by an eye roll, "in fact, I think her exact words were 'Why the hell haven't you taken him for a spin yet?'"

He didn't know what to say, and when he didn't know what to say, he ended up saying the wrong damn thing.

Like now.

"W-Why haven't you?"

The words had left his mouth before he had even registered what he had said, his eyes bugging from his skull.

If it were anyone else, they may have been offended. Or embarrassed. Not Kayla though.

"I've been tempted" she smirked, "but I've been trying to practice resisting temptation".

In that moment, he wished she had no self-control.

"Are those for me?" she asked, glancing down at his hands.

"The condoms or the flowers?" he asked nervously and with a forced chuckle, unsure which one to give her – his right hand awkwardly manhandling the bright blue box of condoms, or his left. The one gripping onto the flower stems for dear life.

Her smile was devious and flirtatious, her gaze swimming with enchantment. So much so that he struggled to look away.

"Either".

Holy God Almighty.

He gulped, clumsily handing her the daisies.

"They're beautiful" she mused, accepting them and bringing them to her face to smell, momentarily closing her eyes.

'No' he wanted to say, 'you're more beautiful thananyflower' but he didn't have the courage to. The words dying in the back of his throat as his gaze trailed down her body again, admiring the way the dress clung to her figure.

He tried, but he was unable to take his eyes off her. Completely and utterly captivated by her beauty. Not just that though, something more. Something deeper. Like her aura was pulsating and pulling him in. Almost bewitched by her energy.

The sound of her calling out his name pulled him from his staring, blearily meeting her stare.

"You okay?" she asked, a small frown etched between her brows, "you sort of spaced…"

"What? Yeah, no. I just… I…"

What Stiles?

"I uh… I think you look really beautiful".

That one word didn't seem enough though, because how could one word encapsulate something so tremendously, so earth-shatteringly stunning and ethereal?

It couldn't. But beautiful was the only word he was able to say.

For the first time in, well, ever, her smile seemed a little shy, like the compliment actually made her a little embarrassed. Why? He didn't know. Surely, she was used to getting them all the time?

"You, uh… You don't scrub up too bad yourself Stilinski" she whispered, admiring him in his suit but, despite the flawless foundation Lydia had no doubt applied, it didn't hide the slight flare of blush that tinged her cheeks.

He reached out, cupping her cheek and feeling the warmth radiate from her skin to his.

"Are you blushing?" he asked incredulously, unsure why his words were having this kind of effect on her.

"What? No, don't be silly" she dismissed, but he knew she was lying, "are we going?"

She seemed a little flustered, something that made Stiles incredibly proud, as he offered her his arm which she happily linked with her own, walking down Lydia's path.

"Just FYI-" she said, as he opened the passenger door to the jeep, "-I hate school dances. Loathe them actually. It's usually the time I slip out to smoke weed or do a couple lines of coke".

"Well, uh… I'm going to change your mind on that".

"Oh?" she said with a deliberate quirk of the brow, "is that so?"

He gulped, watching as she lifted herself into the jeep, her dress riding up high on her thighs which he couldn't help but notice. Her long legs, effortlessly silky smooth and glowing a golden bronze, was too captivating to take his eyes off.

If only they were wrapped around him…

He felt his own blush tingling his cheeks as he coughed to clear his throat, ripping his eyes away from her legs to meet her amused yet sultry stare.

Was she thinking the same? Did she want her legs wrapped around him too?

The look she gave him was basically an invite to do more – if he had the guts. As if she was challenging him to make the first move.

He feared what would happen if he reached out and touched her so intimately, knowing that, once the tips of his fingers brushed her bare skin, he wouldn't be in control of himself anymore. That much was clear. When it came to her, he was unable to resist. Not that he wanted to, of course. He was desperate to lose himself with her, but his anxieties weighed him down. Unable to find the courage to reach out and touch what was his.

He was being ridiculous. He had touched her before, plenty of times. He had kissed her lips, her neck, her skin… he had stroked all the way down her body, felt her shudder in excitement and pleasure as he was knuckle deep inside her, why was he faltering now?

Was it because the idea of sex was now truly on the table?

The fact that it could happen at any moment seemed terrifying yet incredible, but also scared the absolute shit out of him. Almost as if he was waiting for her to come to her senses and realise, she could do so much better than him.

Which she could, no doubt about it.

Her green gaze was locked on his, not letting him look anywhere else. Shackling him to her with no mercy.

Not that he minded.

"… Stiles?"

"Yes?" he replied breathlessly, his voice barely above a timid whisper.

"Please…."

His breath hitched in his throat, her murmur bordering on frantic desperation.

"Please what?" he asked, resisting the urge to push her back in the jeep and make her feel all kinds of good.

"Please don't try and be a gentleman. Not tonight" she whispered, "not when I feel like I might explode unless you touch me".

Her words were like music to his ears.

He swallowed nervously, reaching across to where she was sitting perched in his jeep and skimmed the pads of his fingers across the delicate curve of her knee, feeling her shudder in anticipation.

His eyes, unwavering from her own, were no doubt bordering on pitch black with lust as he inched his fingers up, skimming along her bare skin as he caressed her thigh. Ever so slowly beginning to pry her legs apart.

"Oh, fuck it" she exclaimed, grabbing his tie and tugging him hastily into the jeep.

Clumsily, he followed. Lanky body slipping and sliding as he manoeuvred his way into the jeep, letting her push him back into the passenger side and climb on top of him.

That tight dress of hers got hiked around her hips as she grabbed his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Her mouth, warm and quick, was relentless and unforgiving as she broke down his walls and seared away any self-control he may have had. Indulging in all that she had to offer.

His hands, searching and desperate, stroked her thighs and gripped onto them for dear life. Trimmed nails digging into her bare flesh, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her mouth, to his. Although, with minimal hesitation, he reached higher, his grip sliding up to grasp her hips, the delicate lace of her underwear tickling his palms.

Inside his chest, his heart was racing. Thundering like the wings of a hummingbird as he yearned for more – desperation like no other, hot and wild, spun through his body and lit his very soul on fire. Hyperaware of her weight pressed against him in all the right places.

Suddenly, her hands were prying off his suit jacket and loosening his tie and his were pulling her underwear to the side. She had hummed in response, popping the first couple of buttons open on his shirt.

He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't even register what the hell was happening as he twisted his hand between their bodies, his thumb searching for her clit.

He fumbled for a few seconds, overcome with the intense pleasure coursing through his veins as she kissed him, her hands stroking down his chest but she pulled back with a gasp when he made contact, the action causing her to melt in his arms.

He wasn't an expert, but he was always willing to learn. And learning only happened through practice.

As usual, he took it slow, enjoying the way she crumpled against him, moaning his name under her breath. The sound of his name leaving her lips was like a harmony, coaxing him on.

With careful and tender fingers, he continued to explore. Mapping out her body from the outside, in, teasing his way inside her like he did back at that waterfall. Only this time, he wasn't going in blind. He took her advice, slinking a single finger inside her.

Her body reacted beautifully, clinging tighter to him, her shaky hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt.

Sweat was stinging his vision, searching for the solace of her lips as he twisted another finger deep inside her, curling them through her warmth.

Was this it?

Was this the moment he would finally get to worship her body in the most intimate way possible?

The sound of his metal belt buckle hitting the metal handbrake reverberated through the jeep, her nimble hands making quick work of his zipper.

Was now the time he would get to be deep inside her sweet, sweet embrace?

The impatient rap of knuckles against the glass window sent him careening backwards, his head slamming off the headrest and causing his vision to blur.

Lydia, unamused and in her dress, was looking at them both in exasperation, sending a pointed look to Kayla.

"I said screw him after the dance, not before, and certainly not in my driveway". Her voice was muffled, but still shrill enough to hear through the windowpane.

A deep crimson blush seized his cheeks and spread down his neck, quickly snatching his hand away from under her dress, swiftly and clumsily trying to buckle up his pants.

Kayla sent Lydia a scathing look. "Go away".

"Go to the dance" the strawberry blonde ordered, "I did not do all that work just for you to waste it for a quick roll around in this metal tin can".

The boner that had been painfully obvious and contained within his pants, was now painfully awkward as he tried to hide it, avoiding Lydia's cool stare.

"Lydia-"

"Kayla" she interrupted, "go to the dance. My date will be here shortly to pick me up, and I won't have you two canoodling like irresponsible petulant children".

She sighed but vacated his lap, leaving him without cover as he cupped his crotch, feeling Lydia's heated stare on him. He made the mistake of looking, watching her point to the window to roll it down.

One-handedly, he did. The cool, crisp air was a welcome relief to his heated cheeks.

"I think you dropped these".

The fresh air did not help the deepening of his cheeks this time as she held out the box of condoms that must have fallen out of his hand in his haste to follow Kayla into the jeep.

"Uh…"

"She's not on birth control, bench warmer. Wrap it up".

She threw the box into the jeep with perfect aim, so much so that it bounced off his forehead.

"Go!"

Beside him, Kayla was chuckling, but he was frantic and flushed as he quickly slid to the driver's side and started up the jeep and spun from the driveway – as if Lydia was Michael fucking Myers.

Kayla kept giggling, curled up on the bench, her eyes glistening with amusement.

"Relax, it's just Lydia. She didn't see anything".

He gulped. "She saw too much".

Her laugh was infectious, and he soon found himself smiling.

"Well, get used to it" she smirked, "PDA is sorta my thing".

He didn't know what to say, gulping as he shot her a side glance. "I'll hold you to that".

She adjusted her dress, uncurling it from around her hips and scooting down to rest her bare knees against the dashboard.

"Careful, if I crash your legs will snap in half. It'll be pretty gnarly".

She smirked, "then don't crash".

He felt like saying 'how am I meant to concentrate when you're sitting next to me looking that damn good?' but instead, he simply swallowed nervously, trying to adjust his hard-on by twisting his hips. His hands, desperately gripping the steering wheel, were now cold and bare. The feel of her tight warmth, wrapped around him so effortlessly, was still lingering against his fingers.

"Have you been practising?" she asked whimsically, biting her lip as she eyed up the grip of his hands clinging to the steering wheel - like she was remembering how they felt inside her.

"Why?" he asked in dread, "did I do something wrong?"

"No, you did something right" she insisted, her lips quirking as she tried to ease his worries. "Most guys just go to pound town. You, however, seemed to actually kind of know what spots to hit".

"Kind of?" he squeaked.

She smirked, "relax. I'll keep teaching you".

What more could he hope for?

He didn't know what to say, focusing back on the road.

"Stiles, I…" she said after a brief pause, clearly pondering over what she was going to say, which caused him to wait with bated breath. Stressed that she had so much power that she could break his entire heart in two.

"… Yeah?"

She looked down, focusing on the hem of her dress.

"… Thank you for taking me tonight" she whispered, almost inaudibly. Much to his surprise.

He frowned, "you're thanking me? Pretty sure it should be the other way around" he added with a chuckle. "Otherwise, I'd be going stag.Again".

She chuckled a little, although he could tell – for some reason – it meant a lot to her.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Wanting to check because it had been a few days since her admission to him, and since then, they hadn't really had a chance to talk about what she said. Not in any great detail anyway, and Stiles wasn't entirely sure if he should bring it up again, or not.

"Yeah, I just… I've been thinking a lot recently about this quote I read in this book at the very start of Freshman year. It went something like… 'we accept the love we think we deserve'… and I suppose I've been looking back at my past with a new perspective, that's all".

He stayed silent, not wanting to intrude. Wondering if she would continue to open up or change the subject.

To his surprise - and delight - she didn't shy away from her words, turning her head to look at him.

"When I got out of rehab, it was close to the first anniversary of my dad and brother's deaths" she said, her voice quiet, barely able to hear it over the hum of the jeep's engine, "I felt like crap. Probably looked like death warmed up too. I was suddenly thrust back into this world that I tried so desperately hard to leave behind, and… and I stumbled".

"I got back on it for one night" she continued, "Let loose. Called Aiden…"

Her voice was filled with shame, her fingers picking at the hem of her dress.

"I let him back in. Against my better judgement, we hooked up and… and I hated myself the next morning. I had the worst come down ever, and I saw his smug stupid face and I just wanted the ground to swallow me whole. That was three months ago, and I regret it more than the very first time I met him. I think because two months in rehab was meant to 'fix me', but it didn't. It just made me really good at hiding what I really felt".

"And then suddenly, I was here" she waved her hand out, "Beacon Fucking Hills" she scoffed, a little disdain in her voice. "I'm sure Mom just did it to punish me for my actions. For my entire year of bad decisions and embarrassment. I didn't want to be here. So when Brian was flirting with me, I thought 'fuck it', what's the point in being good".

"And then… and then you and Scott came into my life, and it made me realise… I have a purpose. I don't need to be a fuck up my entire life and allow myself to be used and discarded. I could help people. And maybe, along the way, I could help myself…"

He was listening intently, his eyes focused longer on her than the road.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is… old Kayla chose guys that were the incarnation of the devil himself, but new Kayla gave the good, solid guy a chance" she whispered, sending him a smile, "and so far, it was a good choice".

He didn't know what to say, reeling from her vulnerability.

"You're learning to accept the love you're trying to understand you think you deserve" he mumbled in realisation, her quote making much more sense now.

"I'm trying not to pull away" she said, "but it's all I've ever known. I do it to protect myself. I guess what I'm trying to say is… is don't let me. Don't let me pull away from you, and if I do, just be patient with me. Because I'll want to come back".

Although outwardly seeming quite calm and collected, Stiles could tell by the way her fingers – the only part of her moving – were toying with her dress that she was stressing about her words, as if the thought of baring her heart was worse than getting diagnosed with terminal cancer.

He reached out, grasping her hand and pulling it away from her dress, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You've got me" he promised, "no matter what".

Willing to do anything to keep her.

She returned his smile, her eyes swimming with appreciation.

"I really like you Stiles" she admitted, "I really like you a lot".

"I really like you a lot too".

He liked her a lot more than 'a lot' but now wasn't the time to share that. Not, when he knew, she wasn't ready to hear it.

He kept holding her hand as he drove into the school parking lot, fully prepared to show her how much.

Not realising how tonight would derail and change everything, forever.

Kayla didn't have the best feeling about tonight.

Of course, maybe that could be because she and parties or dances weren't the best combination. Not like peanut butter and jelly. Usually, these were the places she would become uncontrollable and wild and probably make shitty decisions.

Or, maybe, it could have been something more sinister.

She pushed that feeling down, deciding not to interfere with her friends' happiness.

Lydia needed this. Scott was preparing to bare all and tell Allison. Stiles was eager to have a normal night.

Who was she to wreck that?

So, when Stiles raced around to the passenger side to open the door for him, she let him. Accepting his hand and lowering herself from the jeep.

The chilly night air tingled her bare arms and she involuntarily shivered, regretting not taking Lydia's advice to wear the cropped jacket she bought to go along with the dress. Thinking she had to prove, even to the weather, that she was invincible.

A shrink would have a field day with her, that's for sure.

"You're cold" Stiles noticed straight away, "here".

He went to shrug off his suit jacket, but she stopped him, shaking her head.

"I'm fine".

He shot her a dubious look, basically telling her to not be so stubborn.

"I'm fine" she repeated with a laugh, "plus, if you take that off, I may want you to take off everything else".

He blushed again, something that she loved. Happy she was able to get under her skin. Speechless, he held out his arm, which she linked with her own and he led them towards the school.

It was busy already, hundreds of dressed-up teenagers crowding the gymnasium that was flashing with bright lights and music so loud it almost made the walls shake.

It seemed walking in with Stiles gained the attention of, well, the majority of people. Surprised gazes falling on them both.

Beside her, Stiles gulped. Clearly not used to all the attention.

Unfortunately, she was. Barely giving the curious eyes a second thought. Rising above it.

"That is something I will never get used to" he mumbled, swallowing his anxieties, "I'm used to being invisible. Actually, worse than invisible. Nonexistent".

"Don't worry, they'll find something else to gawk at soon enough" she reassured, taking his hand and leading him through the mass of bodies to one of the empty circular tables.

"I doubt it" he shouted over the ear-splitting sound of rock music, "because have you seen you? I'd gawk too".

"You are gawking" she laughed, feeling his eyes trained on her body, "at my ass".

He spluttered out something, probably some kind of defence, but came up empty. Still tripping over his fictitious words that never left his mouth.

"Stiles" she chuckled as he pulled out her chair for her, "relax. You're dating me. You are allowed to stare at my ass, y'know".

"Pinch me, I have to be dreaming" he mumbled under his breath, obviously hoping she never heard but she did – of course she did.

"Punch" he shouted over the music, "we need punch. I'll get the punch".

He kissed the top of her head, lingering a little longer than necessary, before clumsily jumping his way through the crowd towards the drinks table.

She allowed herself to relax, ignoring the gnawing gut feeling that something terrible was going to happen tonight. Telling herself she was just being paranoid.

It was a stupid high school dance… what on earth could potentially happen?

From the crowd, Danny joined her. His blonde boyfriend in tow. Both taking a seat next to her.

"Okay, this dress?" Danny whistled, admiring her from the feet up, "even better than the one you wore to Jungle. I think this may break my most liked photo – which also had you in it. Let's take a picture".

She laughed as he pulled her into a side hug, getting his boyfriend to snap the picture.

"You do realise that you're basically pimping me out, right?" she smirked.

"You love it".

She simply shrugged, not arguing with that.

"You look gorgeous" Danny said, his eyes flitting to Stiles who had knocked over the two red cups he had already filled with punch all over the table and, unfortunately, some poor girls' dress, "that still doesn't make sense to me though".

She followed his line of sight, watching Stiles hold his hands up in apology as the girl hastily used the tablecloth to wipe at her dress which, luckily, was a glittery black.

"What, Stiles?" she asked.

"You dating Stiles" he laughed, "you must really like him, huh? It was one thing to hold hands in school, but to officially debut at the winter formal? You're serious about him, aren't you?"

She felt a little scrutinised under his knowing stare, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

"Is that a bad thing?" was all she could say in reply.

"So is tonight the night?" Danny continued, as if she had never said anything, "are you going to make him a real boy?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're worse than Lydia. If you're so concerned with his virginity, maybe you should take it" she laughed.

"I think I'll leave that to the professional" he quipped, sending her a cheeky look, "but, really, do you think you two will…"

She wanted to, but something was holding her back. This constant feeling of dread in her stomach, about what? She wasn't sure. Like the ground could open any second and devour her whole.

"I don't know" she answered honestly, "do you want front-row tickets?"

"Front row tickets?" Stiles asked out of nowhere, managing to place the cups on the table without spilling them, "front row tickets to what?"

Danny and his boyfriend hid their chuckles, much to Stiles' confusion, who looked at her in wondering as he took a seat on the other side of her.

"Nothing" she too, laughed, "thanks for the punch".

"We'll leave you two lovebirds to it" Danny smiled, giving her a knowing look that basically said 'we all know you're going to screw his brains out, don't be coy' before taking his boyfriends' hand and leading him to the dance floor.

"Careful" Stiles warned as she brought the plastic cup to her lips, "I'm pretty sure Jackson spiked it".

"Good" she said, "it's probably the only half-decent thing he's ever done".

The fruit juice, tinged with vodka, tickled her taste buds. The only slight alcoholic tinge was a severe let-down.

"You would think with daddy's money he could buy a better brand".

Stiles laughed, tasting the punch too. "Maybe his allowance doesn't stretch that far".

She watched what was happening around them – multiple people dancing and singing, some kissing by the bleachers and others engrossed in gossip by the walls. Everyone looked happy and carefree… so why couldn't she relax too?

"Hey, you good?" Stiles asked, leaning to the side to speak into her ear, "are you not having a good time?"

"I'm okay" she said, "I just have a weird feeling, that's all".

"About what?" he asked, taking the time to understand where she was coming from instead of writing her feelings off without cause.

"I don't know" she shrugged, "just something".

He frowned, taking her hands and stroking her knuckles soothingly.

"I think we've all been pretty wound tight these past few weeks, with everything that has happened. Maybe you just need to relax and switch your brain off for a bit".

If only it was that easy.

"Maybe" she agreed half-heartedly, her gaze sweeping across the room again, only this time something of interest caught her attention.

Lydia, all dolled up in a pretty pink pale dress, arm in arm with none other than Brian Murdock.

Her jaw dropped because that was the secret date her friend hadn't dared divulge?

"Maybe not" she said, amending her answer to Stiles' question with a gulp.

Lydia saw her watching and waved, although it was bordering on cocky - as if she was excited to see Kayla's reaction.

She and Stiles sat there in stunned silence as Lydia and Brian approached, taking a couple of seats at their table.

"Kayla" the redhead greeted, "benchwarmer. Glad to see you managed to find your way here and not into a cell for public indecency".

She ignored Brian's smug look in her direction, yanking on Lydia's arm and pulling her towards her.

"Brian is your date?" she hissed, "Brian? Brian who tried to kill me, Brian?"

"That was a silly misunderstanding" Lydia smiled that sickly sweet smile of hers, dismissing her concerns, "plus, he's one of the next best players to Jackson, and a close friend. Who better else to rub Jackson's nose in it?"

She could think of about a hundred other people other than Brian.

"He's dangerous" she said, keeping her voice lowered as Stiles nodded incessantly next to her, so much so she was surprised his head didn't fall off.

"Oh, please" Lydia scoffed, rolling her eyes, "don't talk to me about bad boys. We both know you love them".

"Yeah, not a fucking attempted murderer Lydia".

The redhead rolled her eyes again. "See? This is why I didn't tell you. Are you offended he's over his little obsession with you by now? Because he is. I made sure of that in the car ride over".

She tried not to gag at the image of Lydia's tongue down Brian's throat.

"You have a boyfriend Kayla" Lydia continued, "you decided to settle with a nobody. I am not you".

"Lydia, can I get you some punch?" Brian called out over the music, not doing a very good job of hiding his smirk.

"I wondered when you would ask" Lydia replied, as Brian nodded and excused himself from the table.

"That is not what this is-"

"So, it's not enough that you have the entire school lusting after you, you want my date to want you too?" Lydia cut her off, "Are you just mad he stopped chasing you and chased me instead?"

She was dumbstruck, looking at her friend in surprise.

"What? That is not what this is about" she insisted, "I'm looking out for you-"

"Well stop. I don't need you to" Lydia said coolly, "he's my rebound to piss off Jackson. I know what I'm doing".

'Oh Lydia' she felt like saying, 'no, you don't'.

"He's not a good guy".

"Are any of them?"

Maybe this was the bad feeling she had in her gut. She wouldn't put it past Brian to be up to something sinister.

Lydia huffed and folded her arms, turning and looking away from her. Leaving her and Stiles to share a worried look.

"Keep an eye on her" she said, jutting her head to Lydia, "I'm going to go speak to him".

"No" Stiles said, shaking his head, "what if-"

"We're in a crowded gymnasium" she replied reassuringly, "he won't do anything. I just need to see what kind of game he's playing".

Stiles didn't look happy about it, but she left him no choice as she quickly vacated the table and hurried towards Brian, who was chatting at the drinks table with a couple of lacrosse players.

She stormed up to him, knocking the drink from his hand.

"What the hell?" she raged, ignoring the curious glances her actions drew, "what do you think you're playing at?"

Brain loomed over her, smirking as he shared a couple of chuckles with his friends who soon shut up when she threw them a dangerous glare.

"Oh, jealous, are we?"

"Hardly" she scoffed, jutting her head as an indication for his friends to take a hike, which they did because it was common knowledge not to 'piss off the Hale girl'.

"Not what it looks like" he grinned, "leaving your boyfriend to come and harass me over who I chose to take to the dance…. Someone sure seems jealous".

"You're up to something" she accused, "and I won't let Lydia get involved in whatever fucked up scheme you've got cooking".

"I'm just a guy that wanted to take a pretty girl to the dance".

She resisted another scoff, rolling her eyes.

"It could have been you, but you chose Stilinski. Regretting that yet?"

"Never" she sneered, "he's a hundred times the man you are".

Brian's look darkened, his baby blues resembling a stormy ocean. She almost shuddered, but she held her nerve. Her chin tilting up in defiance.

"Don't worry, I'll make you regret that choice" he promised, his voice eerily calm, "you won't have to wait long".

"Try anything to me, or Lydia, and I will break your god damn back" she warned, "and I wouldn't even blink".

He leaned down, smelling her hair. His obsession – clearly – not so much in the past as Lydia thought.

"I'll show you what a real man is".

A/N) OOOOHHHHHH damn lol. So much stuff happening. But wait till Peter comes along and shakes things up haha, I'm so excited to hear what y'all think so please please review and I promise to update super soon