Lydia's POV

So Jackson and I actually accomplished a lot last night.

We did the dishes even though there were no dishes to wash. We watched a movie. We made sure the bed in my room worked. It worked really well. A little to well because we didn't hear Stiles bust the door down. We only noticed that he was there when he screamed and ran out of the room.

Crap. So we scarred Stiles. The worst part is that now they're all going to think that Jackson and I are back together. We are most definitely not back together.

It was a one time thing. Nothing more than that.

At least I don't think it was......

Jackson and I have wanted to interrogate them actually about where they were last night. Jackson knows all of them except for Liam better than I do, so I thought he would just know. But apparently even he couldn't read where they were.

We both knew that they were going to send in Liam to talk to us though. That way we couldn't be mad or keep it going for too long because let's face it. No one can stay mad at Liam.

So we're going to get to Isaac, Stiles, Allison, and Erica before they can send in Liam to lie for them. It's a good tactic.

....

We tried to walk down a couple minutes apart so we wouldn't look suspicious, but something tells me that even if we did this... that Stiles and Allison already spilled everything.

And my guess on that would be correct. Everyone was giving us weird looks as they ate their breakfast. Except for Stiles. He wasn't eating and he looked absolutely scarred for life.

I don't even feel bad if they're hiding something from us.

"So we should totally have hotdogs for dinner don't you think?" I asked Jackson. To which he nodded because he realized what I was doing.

Stiles's eyes widened so wide that I thought his eyes would just fall out.

"Okay, but we'll really have to put it in the bun or else we won't get anywhere."

Stiles literally looked like he was going to throw up.

"Stiles," Isaac said as he came into the room,"I need to speak with you for a minute."

He was up and out of the room in less than a second. Dang we really did scar him. It's funny to mess with him though.

Stiles's POV

The memory spell did not freaking work last night and I remember everything that I do not want to remember.

Thank god that Isaac asked me to leave the kitchen with him. If I heard one more word about hotdogs, or Lydia and Jackson, I was going to start throwing hands.

"So Isaac what's up?" I asked him as I skipped to the spot next to him.

"Someone needs to talk to us." He said quietly.

Wait why would he be talking quietly about something like....ooooh.

This probably had something to do with Master Gaylor. The guy who I constantly want to punch in the face. I didn't think I could hate anyone more than I hate Scott right now....then I met Gaylor.

"Yeah okay just let me grab something real quick." Then I ran upstairs and grabbed my morpher out of my sock drawer.

Probably shouldn't have left it in there since it has the power to morph someone into a power ranger, but where was I supposed to put it? In plain sight? Like trust me. No one was going to willingly open my sock drawer.

Death zone.

"Okay you ready now?" I nodded and followed him into the elevator and out into the lobby.

We walked until we found somewhere private enough to discuss private things or to teleport to the command center.

"So what's so big that we had to talk outside of the apartment."

"Master Gaylor wanted us to meet him at the command center so I brought you here so we could teleport there."

Wow okay. Could he be any ruder to me. Like I know that I should've waited yesterday, but it was our first mission. It's not like I don't have time to improve on anything.

"You know what no. I'm not going anywhere until we sort this out Isaac.  You have been treating me like crap since that fight." Isaac's face did not change as I said that.

It stayed cold and hard. I honestly thought that him and I were super close, but if he gets so mad that he changes completely in one day then obviously we weren't as close as I thought we were.

"Look. I messed up and I know that. All I'm asking is for you to look past it and give me another chance. You may be the leader of the team but that doesn't give you the excuse to treat your friends like dirt." Okay this time his expression changed.

He looked angry. Yup definitely angry.

"You could've gotten yourself killed Stiles! Do you even realize that. You ran in without a plan and almost got impaled by whatever weapon that monster was carrying. I have every right to be upset with you."

Wait so he was mad because I could've died? That's it? He's being an absolute jerk because I could've died.

"Don't even use that as an excuse. You completely changed from the moment you stepped in front of that monster. I don't even recognize the person that I thought was my friend. Seems like you want me gone more than that monster did.

And with that I hit my morpher and teleported away.

Isaac's POV

Great. So now Stiles and my fight is even worse than it was before.

He's obviously angry with me, but it seems that he's more hurt than angry.

I guess that I may have been being a bit of a jerk lately, but it's for good reason.

Master Gaylor made me leader of this team because I'm meant to lead them. So when I'm on the field I'm not their friend I'm their leader.

If they can't accept that then that's their fault not mine.

With that last thought. I too hit my morpher and teleported away.