"You can't act like last night didn't happen," Isaac states, sitting on the top of my white marble cabinets. His long legs kicking as they were barely above the floor, watching me while I brushed my hair back.

"It did happen," I nod, gazing at him from the reflection in my mirror. "I've got to move on though, move on and start a new day. I cannot live in the past, I want to focus on new shit. Can we do that?"

He looks up at me, nodding and jumping off the bathroom counter. "Yeah, yesterday is completely gone."

"Alright, so where did you go?" I questioned, brushing some more of my hair back. It was bone straight down my back, a new thing I had tried out today. It felt strange to have my hair this was but I oddly liked it.

"Uhm... nowhere. No place, nada," he clearly lies by using the Spanish I taught him and emphasizing. After everything that had happened last night I had went to bed shortly after, sitting in the hot water for who knows how long while the twins and Isaac stood practically outside my door. I briefly wondered what that was like considering the twins did try to kill Isaac not long ago but I suppose they had joined forces in that moment. I managed to convince them that I was perfectly okay and only needed to sleep some more, which I didn't, and when they thought I was gone for the night they went out. I had no clue to where but it did peak my curiosity.

Narrowing my eyes slightly I blankly state," you and the twins told Scott last night didn't you."

"How did you know that?"

Lifting my phone up to demonstrate as evidence I receive yet another message," Scotts texted me 20 times, Lydia has texted me 32 times, and Stiles has texted me twice although the first one was to tell me he was picking me up and the next one was too tell me he was outside.

"Oh," he barely says.

I grab my backpack from its place on my counter and nod," oh is right. Stiles is here and he's picking me up so I'll see you at school. Lock up before you leave."

He nods, wrapping a long arm around my shoulders and pulling me into kiss my forehead.

"Don't die," he murmurs. "Remember, I'll be homeless."

I snort a laugh and push him away, "maybe I'll finally be able to eat my food without someone trying to fight me after they've finished their own."

We walk down the large hall upstairs, Isaac going back into his room while I run downstairs and open the front door too have Stiles wrap his arms around me.

"Are you okay? Was it Peter? Mistletoe? Do I have too grab my bat?" He shoots questions at me, eyes glancing at every inch of my frame.

I laughed, pulling him back into a hug and taking in his warm scent. It's been ages since I've had time with Stiles, since shits gone down with Scott I haven't had time to be with my golden eyed friend.

"I'm fine," a muffled answer escapes my lips as he squeezes me tighter.

"Okay good. You're not dead, I'm so happy! Now get in the car before I shove you in it," he sassed, pulling me by my waist to the powder blue jeep.

"I missed you so much and I missed hoping into this damn jeep," I sarcastically stated, huffing a little when my heeled boot pressed onto the small step to get in.

"You love Roscoe as much as I loved Andre and Tupac," he remarked dryly.

Shrugging my shoulders I agreed, nervously pulling the sleeves of my baby blue, long sweater further down my arms so they covered my red knuckles. I was anxious as too what Stiles might ask me, wondering briefly what he might say. Stiles head was similar to mine, both our minds a wild card of imaginations, neither of us quite knew what we would say.

"Barrow came after Kira last night, knocked out Scott when he was leaving and took her. Lydia and I figured out he was going to take her too the power station, we managed to save her though. She's something, something supernatural," he quickly details.

Pursing my lips, briefly going over all the information he's given me I try to come up with a way too answer.

"You okay? Are you and Scott fighting?" He asks me before I can answer.

This ones easier to answer because it's true, all of its true. "No, I don't care anymore. I'm done caring."

It was true, after last nights nightmare and insanity case I decided to stop giving a shit. I had gone through that shit with Derek, over and over until my head was running on a loop. It was hell and I promised myself I would not put myself through the same shit. As hard as I thought it would be, it wasn't, I felt numb and lighter. I think my heart and brain might have been on the same page once more.

"Wow, so that's it? After all the things you and Scott went through its over because of one girl?" He questions me, eyes crinkling when he was really thinking or concentrating.

"There was never a beginning Stiles, we dated for less then 2 weeks and as soon as another pretty face came by Scott jumped. I'm not into that," I sighed heavily, closing my eyes as too let the pain settle in as the words were spoken. If I didn't think about it, the pain dulled but the moment I spoke his name, Scotts infiltration into my heart became apparent.

I fucking hated it all.

"Alright. I understand," he murmurs.

"I missed our talks though, and you're my best friend Stiles." I gave him a small smile as we pulled into the school.

"You're mine too, and Scott is too. That's how I know you two will get through this," he murmurs.

"Yeah, I don't know anything anymore."

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Stiles and I parted ways as we walked into school, he heading off too find Scott while I walked straight to my locker.

"Hey," A small, slightly freaked out voice said to me as I pulled out a stack of books.

I sighed, the urge to kill her suddenly pronouncing itself as a huff of a dragon escaped me.

Without turning to even acknowledge her I answered in a blunt voice," you're on the top of my kill list right now. Why in the fucking hell are you standing near my locker?"

"Can we talk?" She questioned.

A humorless smile escaped my lips," why? Do you want my blessing to date my ex boyfriend? How about I save you the breath and answers, fuck off and take Scooby with you."

"It's not that... it's about Scott yes but it's not that. I uh... " she tries to say in a smooth voice, although she fails every so often and in fact doesn't even manage to finish the sentence.

Aiden and Ethan come up on the other side of me, either twin standing like guard dogs. Both of them are close enough to barely graze my back as I focus on organizing the different set of pens in my locker. By the way Kiras heart skips a beat and her breath wavers I know she's intimidated, she's been intimidated.

Good, she should know when too be very afraid of the monster that lurks, and I'm not talking about the twins.

"She bothering you?" Both twins say in the same moment, a dead tone to their voice.

I look at her, eyeing Kira like she's the least of worries and shake my head, "not anymore."

"Good," they state, and I can feel the glares each of them send her without looking.

I choose to take advantage of this moment, to show I'm top dog and even though she's got Scott I still have my power. I still have my kingdom even though my fairytale prince has ran off, but in reality who needs a prince in their life? Besides, Queens worked better alone, then they could show just how much better they were.

Shutting my locker I finally gave her the necessary amount of attention, turning so the twins looked like my body guards. Her dark eyes widened further, biting her lip in fear as I contemplated my next words.

"Listen, I don't care anymore. I've stopped carrying, I don't give a fuck anymore. Stay out of my way," I stated to her, looking at both twins and nodding so we could leave.

"You okay?" Ethan questioned under his breat so only I could tell.

"No, I want to throw up. I want to fucking run but I can't. I've got to show them I've stopped giving a shit."

"Stiles said not to go near her anymore, he said to keep you away from her." Aiden informs me, walking into class behind me.

I nod my head, barely glancing at Scott with a cold stare. He looked at me with a bright face, my name dancing off his lips silently.

I didn't flinch when he said it, not even a single jump. Without taking my eyes off him I answered, "don't worry. I won't be going near either of them."

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"Can we talk?"

Those simple words were like a cold kick back to reality, the feeling of novocain disappearing into the dark depths of my mind as he spoke. Over the loud music and the book, with a much better story line then my life did in the moment, his voice cut through my fantasy like a knife.

I looked up, dropping the book in my hands I felt the heat from his body like a live wire. Every inch of me feeling alive and my heart beat racing forward as he gently slid down the ground nearest me. I didn't want him here, at least that's what my brain told me but my heart, my traitor of a heart, wanted to leap and kiss him with every emotion in me. My heart wanted to show him just how much I cared and how much pain I was, she didn't care if it hurt far worse the next time or if it killed us. No, she wanted it all like the lunatic she was.

I found my voice after a short moment of absorbing those chocolate brown eyes, ones I would look to for safe haven.

"No," I shook my head. "We can't talk, because talking always leads to hope with you and hope is something I just can't give you anymore. I'm hoped out with you, and it's fucking killing me."

Scotts eyes flashed with hurt and sorry, the smile on his face slightly wavering. He was determined though, I could tell he was.

"Okay, we don't need to talk about that. We can talk about chemistry, I don't get chemistry much but you did. You always knew chemistry better then me," he rambles, opening the textbook in his lap that's the farthest thing from chemistry. It's history.

"Scott," I break his rambles, pausing his constant flip through pages with a touch to his palm.

"Please just talk too me. I'm sorry about Kira, I don't want to be with her. I want you, I've always wanted you. Just give me a chance," he pleads with me, immediately grasping my hand in his. His fingers fits perfectly with my own, the right temperatures meeting each other as our palms molded together. The familiarity sending a spiral of the last weeks through me.

His words however, they kept me grounded, reminding me exactly why I wouldn't give in.

"Derek. You sound like Derek, he gave me the same shit. After he chose the alpha power over me he said those exact same words. Don't you see Scott? I'm tired of being someone's second choice, I'm tired of being on stand by while you both figured shit out. I'm not that person, I refuse to be treated that way. Scott, I... I just can't be that person." Tears pricked at my eyes, falling against my tear ducts as I looked at him. "I'm not going to be that person ever, not for you, not for Derek and not anyone else."

My hand unclasps from his reluctantly, his fingers trying to keep mine in place as I pulled away.

"I'm not Derek." Scott reminds me.

His eyes hold innocence and pleads, a deadly combination as I struggle too keep my composure.

"No, you aren't but you're far worse." I answered him truthfully.

Getting on my feet I willed them to move faster before he said something else.

"I'm going to fix this. I am, I will fix this." His voice echoes, the haunting sound too it almost breaking me into a smile.

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"A party?" I question either twin as we stand next to their bikes. One of them was going to take me home, but apparently that wasn't going to happen anymore seeing as how Danny currently stood next to Ethan with a smile the size of Texas on his lips.

I had decided that continuously thinking about Scott was not going to get me anywhere, plus the twins were never going to leave me alone if I looked depressed.

"Yes! A black light party, for Halloween! Come on it'll be fun!" Danny smiles, practically jumping in place with adrenaline.

"And what makes you think I would want to cohost Danny? I've barely even been to a party let alone planned and hosted one," I questioned sitting atop the bike belonging to Aiden.

"Because no one drinks harder then Imelda Drake, plus I know you've gone through a lot of shit with Scott. What better way to get through heartbreak? You might even find someone hot and you know what they say. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else," Danny nods, giving me a mischievous look.

I laugh loudly, shrugging my shoulders and not giving it a second thought, "fine, fine. Where is this think taking place? You know since the whole town doesn't have lights?"

"The loft," Ethan answers me.

"Oh boy." I roll my eyes. This could be the worst or best decision these idiot have ever made, either way I was in.

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"A rave? Like neon, DJ, and dancing?"

"Yes Stilinski," I answered, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear so I could finish setting up. The many sets of neon necklaces and glow sticks were stacked up on one of the entrance tables. Ethan had driven me too the nearest store and we had bought every thing they had that looked fun and glowey. I needed to get ready soon since we had an hour left before people started showing up and so far I only had my outfit on. "I've invited Isaac, Allison, and Lydia as well so hurry your ass up! I want to see you dancing as awkwardly as possible in the next hour and a half or so help me I will bring the rave to your room."

"And you're up for this? How did you even manage to get everything done so quickly?"

"Danny had most of the things done, I just bought the extra and got the DJ," I answered, waving to the body painter who had just showed up and began with Ethan. Smirking when I noticed the gigantic grin on Danny's face when I let him know just who was Djing.

"Okay, where is this thing taking place?"

"Derek's loft," I answered, waiting for the explosion known as Stiles Stilinski.

"Wow okay, that sounds like a terrible idea. I'll see you in and hour."