𝟏𝟒 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍

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𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔, her laptop screen perched on her lap playing whatever series she was binging and a bowl of snacks in her hand. That was exactly where she was when Stiles frantically phoned her.

"Hey, dude," She smiled as she picked up. "Let me ask you the most important question you will ever be asked. Team Stefan or team Damon?"

She could hear Stiles trying to catch his breath down the phone. 

"We don't have time for stupid Vampire Diaries questions, Lizzie!" Stiles stressed.

"Woah- woah, careful with the tone, Stiles. Let's not take it out on the Salvatores." Lizzie subsided, slightly offended.

"No! Scott's mom is going on a date with Peter Hale!"

"Good for her, go Mellissa. Who's Peter Hale? Would I know him?"

"Who's- Who's Peter Hale? Are you joking- He's the freaking Alpha, L."

"Oh. Well that's not good."

"Yeah that's not good. Get here now."

"Of course, of course, but, just for the record-"

"Team Stefan."

"Correct answer."

Soon, Lizzie found herself sat in the passenger seat of Stiles' jeep. Again. They lagged behind an expensive looking car, careful not to get too close that it became suspicious.

Stiles found the drive painfully slow as he was being impaled with an excessive amount of unneeded Vampire Diaries theories by the excitable girl beside him. So much so that if he heard the words: desiccate, hybrid, Kai Parker, stake, ancestors or Klefan- ever again, he was going to scream.

Eventually, the car containing Melissa and Peter pulled over. Stiles took the opportunity to ram the jeep into its rear causing the car in front to jolt in its inert position. Poor Melissa exited the car shouting and screaming.

"Aww, are you kidding me? Stiles!"

Stiles and Lizzie departed from the jeep whilst Melissa paced around the damaged end of the car, her hands pressed to her creased forehead.

"Mrs McCall?" Stiles asked, acting oblivious.

"Yes!"

"Wow, this is- This is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh? Isn't it just crazy, Lizzie?"

"Mental!"

Many people had stepped out their own vehicle to peer at the commotion. That included Peter Hale.

"I mean, I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere." Stiles justified his deliberate act.

"Came out of nowhere?" The McCall woman spoke angrily. "We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that?"

Stiles threw his arms up, putting on his best act. Soft droplets of rain fluttered down on the road.

"We should probably call the cops. Do like an accident report thing."

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter abruptly cut in. His eyes flicked to Lizzie for a moment and she grimaced evidently at his lingering stare.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." Stiles complained and Peter seemed to drift off, looking around deep in thought.

"Whiplash?" Melissa shrieked. "You hit us!"

Starting to feel a little bad, Lizzie searched around in the pocket of her cargos. She managed to scrape up a couple of quarters, a packet of gum and a small tube of lip gloss which she offered to Melissa.

"This is all I've got for now but, I will pay you back," Lizzie tilted her head, not believing her own words. "Well, maybe not. Can I make up for it another way?"

Melissa's eyes softened, she smiled at the small girl. She didn't know why but she felt a strong maternal instinct towards her.

"No, honey, you're all good. Stiles, however, will have to pay."

"What?" Stiles yelled in disbelief, how was he getting all the blame for this?

"You crashed into me! What did you expect, a reward?" Melissa sneered, both teens were incredibly intimidated by the riled hispanic woman.

Desperate to get out of the situation, Stiles flicked his wrist to glance at his watch. "Well would you like at the time? We better go, come on, Lizzie."

Before Lizzie could say anything, she was dragged by her arm back to the car.

"You look beautiful by the way, Melissa." She only just managed to call out before she was thrown in her side of the jeep.

As the pair of best friends were back on the road and driving again, Lizzie changed her previous topic from the vampire dairies to the upcoming dance taking place at the high school. The winter formal. An event 95% of the student body had been waiting for all year. Usually, it wouldn't have been something Lizzie was interested in and it still wasn't this year. It was a certain someone that spiked an intrigue within her. The boy she'd been ogling all year and the boy she desperately wanted to go to the formal with.

"How do I ask someone out?" She muttered shyly, keeping her head down facing her lap.

Stiles' eyes widened at the random question. "Why would I know anything about asking people out? My love life's about as uneventful as the Mets game the other night."

Lizzie shrugged. "Well I don't know. Okay- as a guy, what sort of stuff do you like expect when a girl asks you out. Wait no, that doesn't make sense."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I would very much like to go with Isaac to the formal but I don't know how to ask him."

"Is this you finally admitting you like him?" Stiles teased, a playful smile tugging on his lips.

"If I say yes will you answer my question?" Lizzie pushed desperately.

"Maybe."

"Well then yes, I like him. Wow- that was cringy to say."

"Not cringy. Cute. But only sometimes. It's definitely not cute when you're burning adoring holes into the back of his head with your intense staring when I'm tryna talk to you, but cute sometimes.

The girl grinned.

"I don't mean to stare like that, I just- I don't know. He's gorgeous and he's adorable and he's so sweet. But I don't think he likes me."

Stiles started to laugh at her and Lizzie pouted grumpily. It was already embarrassing enough having to admit to Stiles Stilinski that she had a crush on someone.

"Please don't laugh at me."

"Sorry, it's just so funny how you seem to think you're going to be the one asking. If my observation skills are reliable, which they are, he'll ask you before you even get the chance."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's obvious he's just as into you as you are to him. I don't think you have anything to worry about. Just sit back and wait for him to come to you. It works with me."

"Exactly when has that worked for you?" Lizzie tormented, poking his cheek playfully.

Stiles shrugged her off and rolled his eyes. "What I'm trying to say is he likes you, L. I can see it, Scott can see it. You're fine."

"Stiles the love guru, who'd have thought?" Lizzie giggled, she placed to her hands to her the sides of her face.

"You have so little faith in me." Stiles said as he shook his head and twisted the wheel, swerving the car round a sharp corner.

"What? I have a lot of faith in you, Stiles, you've saved Scott's ass more times than I count and I just know there will be more times to come. To be honest, if I had the most faith in a person right now it would likely be you."

Stiles smiled at her compliment, it made him recall again just how great of a friendship he'd found in Lizzie.

✯☾✯

It had been a few days since the whole Melissa, Peter Hale debacle. Many things had happened which Lizzie hadn't actually been involved in. For example, Scott got shot. And then he was nursed back to health by his boss who was now suspected to have his own intel on the supernatural.

But by far the most stressful thing was standing in the crowded hallway just before first period, Stiles and Scott behind her trying to be helpful when they were really just making her more nervous.

"Just go up to him and say 'would you like to come to the formal with me?'" Scott suggested. Considering her nerves were off the scale, now wasn't the best time to ask Isaac out but she was doing it anyway.

Lizzie whipped around, open mouthed.

"I can't do that!" She hissed, she wasn't exactly sure why she couldn't do it but she just couldn't.

"How about we take my advice and just let him come to you?" Stiles butted in.

"I- well," Her face dropped and she spun her heel. "I'm not doing it."

She tried to push through her friends' barricade of bodies but was forced back.

"Oh yes you are, there's no backing out now."

Stiles and Scott placed a hand on each of her shoulders and began to push her up the hallway. She scrambled against their grip and dragged her feet, trying her best to get away but nothing was working.

All too quickly, they arrived at her locker, the boys giving her encouraging pats on the back after dropping her off. Isaac turned to send her an warm smile when he noticed her presence.

"Hello." Lizzie breathed, she shrunk back a little.

"Hi." Isaac replied before sticking his head back in the locker and rummaging around.

Lizzie took the chance and made a break for it down the corridor. However, she was quickly caught by Scott and quite literally thrown back beside Isaac.

The girl looked around her for any means of an escape but there was nothing. Somehow, Stiles, Scott, Kayla and Lydia were each positioned by the four main exits of the hallway, blocking them.

She was trapped.

But, she'd have to do it eventually.

"So, Isaac," She trailed her finger down her locker. Accidently, she made the mistake of making eye contact with the boy and flushed a pale red immediately.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked, concerned.

Lizzie made a psht sound and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "I'm peachy."

Peachy?

"I actually had something a needed to ask you." She started, the clear apprehension evident in her wobbling voice.

"Okay," Isaac grinned politely.

"I was wondering," She bit her lip nervously. "Well I was thinking, that maybe if you were up for it- not that you have to be- you can always say no. Uh, no is such a useful word, don't you think?"

About twenty feet away, situated on two nearby exits, Stiles and Scott shared hopeless glances.

"Well obviously no is very negative and maybe not the best word to use in every situation.."

She was still going.

"So it could be easier to sugar coat things so, lets say, the 'more sensitive' people take it better or-"

"Lizzie?" Isaac cut her off, he slowly closed his locker and looked down to his shoes.

"Yeah?"

"Would you like to go to the formal with me?"

Isaac braced himself for rejection whilst Lizzie stood in shock. She opened her mouth but no words decided to leave.

"Me?"

Isaac weakly tilted his head from his sneakers and nodded.

"Uh, yes. Yes. Yes, I would love to go with you." Lizzie gushed, her face resembling a ripe tomato.

"Really?" Isaac checked just in case. His heart was pounding a little quicker than he'd liked it to be and his palms were clammy.

It was Lizzie's turn to nod.

Letting out an audible sigh of relief, Isaac's features brightened and he stuck his hands down his jean pockets, his stance lifting.  "O-okay. Do you think we can meet here because I'm not sure how okay my dad will-"

"How about in front of the school, in the parking lot."

"Yeah, yeah." The taller ducked his head down slightly and tried to conceal the burning on his cheeks.

"Yeah. I'll see you then?" Lizzie smiled bashfully and when Isaac nodded she turned and stumbled back down the hallway.

Stiles and Scott were waiting behind a wall, it appeared they'd found something to occupy their time whilst Lizzie was talking to Isaac. When they noticed her, flushed and diffident, walking up to them, they grinned exuberantly.

"Oh my god." Was all Lizzie could say having still not managed to get her head round it.

He liked her.

Well she thought he did. She hoped he did.

"He said yes?" Stiles asked, both the boys hopeful.

"I think so."

She was smothered in a tight hug and the three bounced around together. When they pulled away, reality hit her.

"Jesus. Shit. I don't even have a dress yet." Lizzie dragged her hands down her face.

"That's why we're going dress shopping." Stiles announced and slung an arm round her shoulder, pulling her to walk in between him and Scott. The height difference between the boys and the small girl squeezed in between them was comical.

"We are?"

"We are. Scott can't come, but me and you? We're gonna pick you a dress, me a suit and then we're gonna go get mani-pedis." Stiles squeezed his friend's shoulder.

"Really?" Lizzie's eyes lit up when Stiles confirmed their plans. "This is gonna be so fun! Can we go after school? Also I really want to go to the new record store in the mall. Can we go there too?"

"It's inevitable."

Lizzie stopped and thought for a second as Scott gave her a half hug before wandering off.

"How much are prom dresses?" She asked, nervously chewing on her lower lip.

"Oh I dunno, maybe a couple hundred. Anyway I think we need to talk about my lack of a love life." Stiles brushed past Lizzie's question, not paying any mind to her concerns. "I mean you've got Lahey, Scott's got Allison but also hasn't got Allison and who've I got aside from possibly Greenburg? No one."

The two began walking to their next class whilst Lizzie tried her best to listen to Stiles' rambling and distract herself from the weighing concern of how she was actually going to afford to pay for her dress.

✯☾✯

The slushy machine whirred to life as Lizzie took out a dollar from her back pocket and handed it to the vendor. She hummed along to Stiles' ramblings, drumming her hands on the counter in anticipation for her drink.

"And then, I step in front of her with my gun or whatever lethal weapon I own by then and I kill him. Right?"

"Right."

"Then she jumps on me, kisses me and we have one of those romantic love scenes you see in movies. After that, I'd give it less than five years before we're married." Stiles took a breath in. He'd just delivered a five-minute-long explanation to Lizzie regarding his plan to win over Lydia.

"Sounds do-able. But– thanks," She took her slushy from the man and sipped, the duo setting off toward the dress shop. "I don't think there's much chance of Darth Vader miraculously travelling the multiverse to threaten Lydia just so you can save her. I think you'd have more chance with Darth Maul."

"It's a work in progress."

They came to a halt outside the largest of shops in the mall. It mostly contained women's clothes and accessories however there was a respectable collection of menswear also.

As they entered, they were immediately surrounded with a blinding amount of sequins and Lizzie loved it. Everywhere she looked was something, sparkly, glittery or colourful. She spotted a gorgeous white dress in the corner and headed straight over to it, Stiles following closely behind.

"Have you seen the new twilight movie?" Lizzie asked the boy. Using her free hand to unhook the hanger, she held the gown to her chest.

"Didn't you force me and Scott to watch it with you?" Stiles reminisced the time that he and Scott were actually taken to the cinema to watch the god awful movie against their will.

"This totally looks like Bella's wedding dress. Wow, imagine showing up to the formal in this." She sighed and twirled around with the dress flushed against her, her eyes marvelling.

Stiles leapt forward and tugged on the price tag. "You'd have to imagine you're royalty because this is definitely above your budget."

Lizzie deflated and unfortunately had to put the dress back. Despite her disheartened spirit, the two carried on.

It took Stiles less than three glances to pick his suit but for Lizzie, it was much harder. Every single item of clothing was unbelievably expensive. The money she'd brought with her wouldn't have been nearly enough to afford anything. There was no way she could get more either and she couldn't ask her dad. She knew he was having more troubles than usual especially with the hospital bills thundering through.

Eventually, they made it to the perfume section and Lizzie perked up.

"Ooh." She admired and skipped over to the stand holding the fragranced bottles. Stiles was soon by her side.

Picking up each bottle and inspecting them carefully, Lizzie took attention to examine them with great eccentricity. Occasionally, she would squirt a little on her wrist and bring it up to her nose to smell.

She also aimed a few squirts in Stiles' general direction causing him to sneeze and splutter. He tried to regain his cool when spotted Lydia and Allison shopping near them but he only made the situation worse.

Lizzie lifted another bottle to her wrist which was held casually in front of her cheek. She squirted and the liquid missed her wrist entirely. It fell straight into her open mouth.

She coughed and choked at the awful taste, screwing her eyes up and jumping around on the spot.

"Ew, ew, ew." She oddly licked the sleeve of her sweater to ward away the flavour.

"Did you drink it?" Stiles asked, confused after he didn't witness the cause of the accident.

"No, ew. Slushy. Where's my slushy?" She reached around blindly, her hands crawled across the surface of the stand. Her clumsy search caused multiple bottles to be knocked and smashed on the floor. Lizzie yelped as they fell and leapt back.

Most the customers, including Allison and Lydia, eyed her distastefully and the girl gulped in embarrassment.

"Sorry!" She called out to the shoppers. "Don't mind me, go back to your spending."

✯☾✯

Lizzie faced herself in the mirror, staring wearily down at herself. She'd manage to get herself a dress though it was tacky and cheap. She'd had little money to spare after the whole perfume escapade. A flowing blue gown graced her frame, although it was inexpensive, it was extremely beautiful. The skirts were embellished with tiny sliver gems which matched her heels.

Heels that she had not yet learnt to walk in. Her hair was curled and delicately held half up, half down. Her makeup was the same as she usually had it although she had painted her eye lids a faint blue shadow to pair with her dress.

To anyone else she looked magnificent but in her opinion, she looked-

average.

"Lizzie, if I'm actually going to this thing then we're going now!" Bobby's voice yelled from downstairs.

He'd been forcibly convinced to attend the dance as his sister was becoming increasingly concerned for his wellbeing and maybe by getting him out and doing something might help. Her main fear was him to spiral like she did last year and she could not let that happen to him.

"Coming!" Lizzie called back, she lifted her skirts and tried her best not to stumble down the stairs.

The siblings had managed to bag their fathers car for the night. It was completely last minute because Stiles was meant to be driving them but he'd miraculously manged to get Lydia to go with him.

"You actually look nice." Bobby greeted her when she gracefully slipped from the bottom step.

"Meh," Lizzie glanced down at her dress and brushed away the creases. "You look scruffy."

It was true, Bobby had thrown on his suit from last year which was about three sizes to small for him and crumpled due to the lack of ironing.

Andrew threw the door open and came barrelling in from the kitchen, a camera in hand.

"Oh my babies. Look at you!" He smiled adoringly at his kids. "Come on, squeeze in a picture for Davis."

Lizzie and Bobby posed a series of the classic positions and then went mental, pulling faces and striking odd poses that they knew would make Davis laugh.

After many smothering hugs and Andrew's sobbing, the duo made it out the door and to the car. The drive was short and mainly filled with blaring Arctic Monkey songs.

When they arrived in the parking lot they spotted many students entering their school in exquisite outfits but none as adorable as Isaac Lahey. You could say he took Lizzie's breath away as she practically forgot the definition of the word oxygen when she laid eyes on him.

Her heart pounded like she'd just run a marathon as she stepped out the car. Isaac spotted her immediately and smiled as he made his way over to her, his hands awkwardly swinging beside him.

"Hi," He breathed when he got to her and she stepped into the light. "Woah."

Lizzie blushed and looked away from him to prevent her face from flushing deeper.

"You look awesome." She managed to compliment the boy who also sported a fresh blush.

"I- thank you, do you want to go in?" Isaac held out his arm for her to take. She bashfully wrapped her hands round it and nodded.

The average school gym was alight with colour. Strobe lights of all different shades flashed around the room. The floor was scattered with balloons and fallen streamers. Tables were dotted around the make-shift dance floor. The once boring, lifeless gym had been transformed into an abundance of fun. Isaac and Lizzie cautiously stepped in. They gazed in awe around the room. They could feel the vibrations of the blearing music through the floor. Couples danced around to the upbeat song booming from the speakers.

"Are you okay?" Isaac had to lean down to whisper into Lizzie's ear causing shivers to run down her spine.

"Yeah, of course." She nodded, searching for her best friends in the moving crowd before them.

"Do you want to dance or something?" Isaac suggested, very much aware that the girl was still clinging onto his arm.

"Yeah, we could, or," Her eyes landed on something. "Buffet!" She shrieked and darted towards the food filled table across the room. Although she didn't notice, she managed to drag poor Isaac with her.

"Holy shit, they have a chocolate fountain." Her eyes lit with delight when they arrived at the table.

"I've never actually seen one of these in real life." She rhapsodized, jumping up and down on the spot, her skirts rising and falling. Isaac gazed at the excitement she held over a chocolate fountain with adoring eyes.

"Do you think I could just-" She motioned dipping something into the cascading liquid. Isaac shifted his weight and then his hand flew forward to grab a marshmallow, swiping it in the sauce before handing it to Lizzie.

"Thank you very much, kind sir." Lizzie accepted the treat happily and popped it in her mouth.

"Your welcome, milady." Isaac joked, putting on a posh voice that made Lizzie giggle.

The girl reached forward and dipped her finger in the chocolate. She pulled it out and bopped Isaac's nose with it, leaving a dot of chocolate on the tip as she licked the rest of the sweetness off her finger.

Isaac's jaw dropped and he gasped dramatically, he tried to wipe the chocolate off his nose whilst Lizzie laughed when it only smudged further.

"You're making it worse, silly." Lizzie teased, an absent minded smile playing at her lips.

Isaac pouted jokingly. "Help please."

Lizzie obliged, rising up on her toes and licking the pad of her thumb. She carefully dragged it down Isaac's nose and it wiped clean off. As she fell back onto the balls of her feet, she managed to catch his longing stare briefly.

Then, Bruno Mars' talking to the moon clicked on and surged out of the speakers. Couples around the room rushed to join the slow dance. Isaac and Lizzie stared at each other, both as desirably as the other. Unspoken words were conversed and Lizzie grinned as she tugged the boy to the dance floor.

"I can't dance." He whispered shyly.

"Me neither. That means neither of us can complain when we step on each other's toes."

Lizzie's arms stretched up so that her hands interlocked around his neck and his secured around her waist. A feeling of warmth coddled her.

They swayed as gracefully as they could to the soft beats of the song. Both their sparkling blue eyes were engaged, neither willing to break away.

"I sit by myself, talking to the moon."

Isaac was the first to move. Hesitantly, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against Lizzie's. Something he never would've had the courage to do with any girl but it was Lizzie. He couldn't be ashamed or bashful of anything in front of her. Their lips were inches from touching.

"You look really beautiful." Isaac murmured. Lizzie hummed, grateful for the compliment but not completely accepting it however she was too lost in the moment to put herself down.

"In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too,

"Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon,"

Both were lost in the seas of each other's eyes, drowning in them willingly.

"I can't stay much longer." Isaac said quietly. Lizzie's face fell but she understood. She couldn't be selfish and keep him here as much as she wanted him to. The last thing she wanted to do was become the reason Isaac's father hurt him. She just wished they could tell someone.

"That's okay. Go when you need to go."

Their nervous breathes fanned each other's faces, proximity nearing.

"At night, when the stars light up my room."

"Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you."

Butterflies exploded in Lizzie's stomach and swarmed around mercilessly. She nodded shakily.

In a second, Isaac removed his hands from her waist and brought them to cup her face. He closed the gap and their lips brushed together before finally connecting.

The wings of Lizzie's butterflies were lit on fire as they flew around, circling her heart. It was almost as if the world stopped just for them. In Lizzie's mind, the only thing that mattered at that moment was him.

As she kissed back, she pulled him closer by his neck.

She forgot all about the supernatural drama and her questionable being.

She forgot about Davis's degrading health.

She forgot about the growing money problems at home.

She just forgot for a second, she was completely free.

With him.

The kiss was desperate but not needy.  It was filled with lust and passion, 3 months worth of desire.

It ended to quickly.

Lizzie pulled away, keeping their foreheads connected. Their breaths were heavy and they tried to catch them. Hearts beat rapidly.

"Do you need to go? Your dad-"

"Any punishment is worth spending another moment with you." Isaac said affirmatively, the kiss did something to him. He didn't feel afraid.

Lizzie winced. "Don't say that just go, go before he can hurt you."

"I'm not going anywhere yet. I really fucking like you, Lizzie."

Before she could say anything else, he kissed her again. She sighed into it just as he pulled away.

"I-I'm sorry- I didn't ask-" He began, searching her eyes worriedly.

She cut him off by embracing him in a warm hug which he returned.

"Isaac, if you need to then please go."

The boy bit his lip and stared at Lizzie longingly before giving in.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, now go."

He squeezed her hand as he parted from her. Lizzie watched him shoot through the people and out the door leaving her all alone.

She felt a hand land on her shoulder. Stiles. He smiled at her sympathetically.

"Did he really just kiss you and leave?" He asked and glared in the direction Isaac had left.

"It's all good. How's your date with Lydia?"

The two left the dancefloor and found an empty table to sit at, Lizzie quickly feeding on the appetisers.

"I manged to dance with her for a bit but she went to find Jackson."

Lizzie studied Stiles' crestfallen face, he was clearly disappointed with the outcome of the night.

"I'll tell you what, when these slow songs end we'll get out there and show them how it's done."

"Hell yeah!"

The pair of friends smiled, both cheered up and happily snacking on the food. However, Lizzie could see Stiles was slowly getting agitated, his concern for the strawberry blonde girl growing as she hadn't come back with or without Jackson.

She sighed. "Right come on, let's go find her."

Stiles' eyes darted up. "Really?"

"Yep off we go." She pulled the boy up by the arm and they pushed their way through the dancers.

So far Lizzie had had a really great night despite Isaac needing to leave but she could tell Stiles' night was gradually going downhill. She aimed to change that. As they left, she grinned when she spotted Scott and Allison dancing together in the distance.

Stiles decided to phone Jackson to see if he'd been anywhere near Lydia but it hadn't even gotten to the second ring when they noticed him walking down the corridor. He was slightly pale and ill looking.

"Where the hell have you been?" Stiles asked, approaching the boy. "Did Lydia ever find you?"

When Jackson stepped into the light coming from the gym it appeared his eyes were glazed. He didn't say anything and only breathed heavily.

"Are you okay?" Lizzie kindly asked even though she hated the douchebag with a passion.

"I was out behind the school, and I-" The Whittemore boy stammered. "I was out-"

"What happened?" Stiles pushed, an idea of the events starting to form in his head. "Jackson. What did you do?"

Before Jackson could answer, Lizzie felt a cold rush over her like someone had dumped a bucket of ice on her. Something was wrong.

"Lydia." She murmured and grabbed Stiles by the arm. They began sprinting down the hallways and out of the school. Flying through the parking lot, they moved towards the lacrosse field. The flood lights were on and they were shining on one particular girl as well as a creepy shadow stalking behind her.

"Lydia! Run!" Stiles screamed, the two still running down the field as fast as their legs could take them.

The creepy figure came into focus. Peter Hale.

The alpha bared his fangs at the redhead and growled. Lydia screamed as he bit into her. She fell to the ground just as Lizzie and Stiles arrived, collapsing on their knees next to her.

Peter growled again and Stiles backed up but Lizzie surged forward, her arms reached out desperately trying to make contact with Lydia's pale skin so that she could heal her.

"I don't think so." Peter grabbed her wrists and held them together, digging his claws into her delicate skin. Lizzie winced but didn't scream.

"Don't kill her, please." Stiles referred to the unconscious girl.

"Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek Hale." Peter smiled sickeningly.

"What?" Stiles stammered.

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale." The alpha repeated as he traced a clawed finger down the side of Lydia's face and tightened his grip on Lizzie's wrists with his free hand.

"I don't know that. How would I know that?" Stiles almost screamed, he was panicking. Not good for situations like this.

"Stiles," Lizzie coaxed. "Stiles, breathe."

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid sent, Stiles." Peter taunted, blood dripped down his chin. "Tell me the truth or I will Lydia apart and gouge out the eyes of this one."

His claws delved further into Lizzie's skin causing her to cry out.

Stiles was breathing frantically.

"Look, I don't know, okay? I swear to god, I have no idea."

"Tell me!" Peter lost his temper and bellowed.

"Okay, okay, look I-" Stiles glanced between the girl he loved and his best friend.

"I think he knew-"

"Knew what?"

"Derek, I think he knew he was gonna be caught."

"By the argents?" Peter grunted, his voice low and threatening.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"When they were shot, hand and Scotty- I think he took Scott's phone."

Peter tilted his head menacingly. "Why?"

"They all have GPS now." Stiles stuttered out. "So if he still has it and if it's still on- You can find him."

Peter smiled and tilted his head to Lizzie. "Is this true?"

The girl gulped. "Y-yeah, very true."

"You're so much like your mother." Peter said, Lizzie's eyes widened.

He knew her mother.

a/n

this is not edited so forgive me for all the mistakes

i had to write that kiss scene like 7 times over omd-

thanks for reading

soph