<Stiles' POV>

At midnight Allison and I are all ready to prove that Jackson's an asshole for lack of a better word. Stealthily, Allison and I watch Jackson and Lydia on their date at a small diner. I cringe as Jackson begins to rub Lydia's knee from the opposite side of the table. Lydia just sighs and keeps her head down as they finish their meal. I want to smash Jacksons face in. I clench my fists and Allison notices.

"I told you me should've just killed him," she says rolling her eyes, "now cool it." Taking a deep breath i release my clenched hands and slow my rapid breathing.

After a treacherous dinner, Jackson and Lydia start to drive back to Jacksons apartment. In a panic, Ali and I sprint to my jeep and get ahead of the 'happy' couple. We make it to the apartment building before them. Allison figured out Jackson's apartment address so once we make it there we pick the lock and go inside, shutting the door behind us. "Where do we hide?" I ask frantically, holding my phone ready to record.

"Behind the couch," Allison suggests pointing to a dark leather sofa strategically decorated with maroon pillows. We both squat behind the furniture piece and wait quietly for Jackson and Lydia.

I hear yelling from the hallway and then the door opens angrily. "Jackson could you please not try to turn me on in a fucking diner!" Lydia screams. Jackson moves closer to her.

"I'll do whatever I damn want, wherever I want!" Jackson yells back. Lydia rolls her eyes.

"Shouldn't I have a say in the matter?" Lydia asks with a hint of anger mixed with typical Lydia Martin sass. To my horror Jackson thrusts his fist against Lydia's side. She gasps out in pain and holds her newly bruised side. I start to get up, but Allison pulls me down.

"Stiles don't! We'll get caught!" Allison whispers angrily. "Just keep recording!" She demands. Sulkily, I listen and try not to beat this guy to the ground.

"Please Jackson don't!" Lydia yells in fear. Jackson nears Lydia again.

"Oh so now your begging, you slut!" Jackson shouts then connects his fist with her mouth. Lydia looks up with a bloody lip, and tearful eyes. I can't take it anymore, so I drop the camera and before Jackson can throw another punch I tap his shoulder from behind. He whips his head around and sees my smirk then I punch a direct hit to his temple. With a satisfying crack Jackson hits the floor in an unconscious heap. Lydia falls into my arms.

"Thank you," she mumbles through heavy tears. She nuzzles her head in my shoulder, but when she sees Allison she goes running to her instead. "Ali!" She screams in delight. "Wait, what are you doing with Stiles?" She asks confused.

"We devised a plan to save you from your abusive boyfriend," Allison explains. Lydia looks between the two of us.

"I see why Allison would help me, but why did you? You barely know me," Lydia points out. My face turns a burning beet red.

"No one should get abused, it's wrong," I explain. Lydia nods her head understandingly.

"Thanks I guess," she mutters. I nod my head. After Lydia ha calmed down, we called 911 and got Jackson arrested because we showed the cops the recording that showed Jackson hurting Lydia.

Lydia went home with Allison, but not before thanking me once more. That night, I go to bed with a certain strawberry blonde permanently seared into my every thought.

A/N good lord I always have such writers block with this book. I'm sorry that it took over a month to update.