A/N hope you enjoy this story!

<Lydia's POV>

Just another day done. I had a great one night stand last night. But then again that's all I have been doing these days. In fact I can't remember the last time I stayed with a guy for more than three days. I grab my clothes of the floor and get dressed then walk out of the strangers apartment. My headache is excruciating. I ignore it and head to work.

My job isn't exactly 'normal'. I work with a group of people who make girls have sex with clients to make them buy our companies products. It's not a good job actually I'm not sure it's even legal, but it's what pays my rent.

I walk into the old run down building we have. I hear moans from the other room. One of the other girls must have a client. My asshole boss sits at a desk counting his money.

"Ahh Lydia your here good, I have a client waiting," he says smirking. I frown. "By the way you might want to get a new bra your tits are droopy. I roll my eyes at him in disgust. Sometimes I wonder why I do this to myself.

"I would buy a new one but you pay me to little," I mumble. He glares at me and points to the next client. I walk over to the man. "Hi, would you like to buy one of our new watches for $129?" I ask as cheerfully as possible.

"Not unless you persuade me," the man says seductively. I sigh and take him to an empty room. There is a bed, chair, and couch. I prepare myself and hand him a condom.

"Go ahead," I say sighing at the thought. I always hated this job. The man gives me a questioning look.

"What do you mean go ahead?" He asks.

"I mean strip my clothes off handcuff me and fuck me sideways. Just go ahead," I tell him annoyed. He smiles so large and pushes me over onto the chair. We start to kiss. I reveal no passion. He's strips off my pants and shirt. Then does the same to himself. He grabs my boobs and plays with them. He stops for a moment to put on the condom. When he is done he takes off both our underwear. Now that we are both naked he starts to rub my clit but I ignore the sensation. He brings me to a wall and hits me up against it. He kisses me so hard my teeth actually ache. I can't wait till this is over. He inserts himself and enjoys himself. Eventually he uses different methods then his time is up and he buys his watch and leaves. I get dressed once again.

At the end of the day I meet my other friends who are stuck with the same lousy job. "Hey Ali, hey Malia, hey Kira." They all respond with a casual hey. Malia takes her cigarette and takes a drag.

"So what are you doing this fine day?" Kira asks looking up from her phone.

"It's New Year's Eve, we should have some fun," Ali says. I sigh.

"I think I'm just going to go to the bar or something, you guys wanna come?" I ask. They nod.

"Anywhere is better than the hellhole we work at,"Malia states. Sadly I agree with her. My life pretty much sucks. Lousy job, lousy apartment, lousy social life, I'm a wreck.

"Guys it's only 7:00 pm, we can't go the bar it's to early," Kira announces. I hadn't thought about that.

"Let's just go to our apartments and meet at the bar at like 10:30 pm," I suggest. We all agree and wave goodbye for now. I start to walk towards my apartment building. My thoughts are lost when I look at some parents with a baby learning how to walk. I start to walk slowly to watch. The little blonde boy struggles to walk from his mom to his dad. He smiles with determination. The father crushes the baby when he reaches him. I am so lost in desire for a life like that when a guy bumps into me.

He spills his beer all over me. The man has golden eyes and dark brown hair. "Hey what the fuck watch where you are going!" I yell to him.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!" He says. I frown.

"Whatever I don't even care." I walk away leaving my troubles behind me.

I walk into my cruddy apartment and throw my beer stenched shirt into the hamper leaving me in my black lace bra. I grab a loose t shirt and sit on the couch.

When I try to turn the tv on it doesn't work. I mumble swears when I realize I must not of payed the bill. I get up in agitation and go and sit on the fire escape. I look around at the city. I desire so much to live in the country. The city is full of freaks and pervs. All I need is a nice house with a nice husband and a kid. Of coarse I can't get a husband because I don't like letting people get to know me. Besides Ali, Kira, and Malia of coarse. I brush away the though for now and decide to take a shower.

I walk into the bathroom and turn the bathtub faucet knob. No water comes out. "Dammit!" I must of not payed the water bill either.

I pick up my phone and call Ali. "Hey," she says cooly.

"Hey can I come over to take a shower, my water is off."

"Ya sure come on over."

"Thanks." I put my phone in my pocket and grab my light wallet.

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I knock on Ali's door and she greets me in. Her apartment is much nicer than mine. That's mostly because before she worked with me she helped drug dealers. That payed big, but then turns out the guy was a perv so she left. I grab one of her towels and walk by her gun display into the shower. I let the hot water clean all the misery off of me. It refreshes my body. For that moment everything seems okay. When I get out Allison is working on a new arrowhead. Her face full of concentration. She doesn't even flinch when I stomp.

"Obsessive," I mumble.

"Not obsessive, happy with work," Ali corrects me. I chuckle and sit next to her. "So why did you need to shower?"

"Some idiot ran into me and spilt his beer all over my shirt, I stank," I tell her. She smirks while she works.

"Well now we have 2 hours before we have to meet Kira and Malia, what do you want to do," Ali asks.

"Sleep," I say. We start giggling then I say I was serious. Ali says go ahead and sleep on the couch. I head over to the soft plush black couch and lay my head on a throw pillow. My world stills and I fall into the peaceful blackness where stress doesn't exist.

<Stiles's POV>

"Come on man you gotta stay," I yell in desperation.

"Stiles I have a chance to get married I'm going to go to Australia with Kaya see you later," Scott says. He walks out of the door with no more words.

"FUCK!" I scream. My best friend freaking ditched me for a girl. I need to get drunk now. Maybe even grab a girl. I put on a flannel, jeans, and black sneakers.

I head to the local bar. My phone starts to ring in my pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hey Stiles, it's Isaac, what's up?"

"Heading to the bar wanna come?"

"Sure." I hang up and continue the short walk to the bar.

<Lydia's POV>

When I wake up Ali tells me we have ten minutes till we go. "Can I borrow some clothes and makeup?"

"Ya lets go see what we can wear." We head to her closet. After we finally pick out clothes we look in the mirror. Allison is wearing a strapless, black, lace dress that comes down halfway down her thigh with bright pink heels and lipstick. I am wearing a black strapless dress with two nude stripes down the side and a zipper that goes down to my hips that is places right in the middle. I have black tights and black pumps. I curl my hair and Ali blow dries hers. We jump in her car and drive to the bar.

When we arrive Kira and Malia are already waiting there. Malia is wearing a black crop top and light wash jean booty shorts. Kira is in a miniskirt with ripped tighs, black boots, and a pink tanktop with a jean jacket.

"Off we go into the unknown."