Those words keep haunting me. Every now and then Dr. Deaton's voice travels in my head saying: You won't be able to see it, but you'll fell it every day for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of darkness around your heart, permanent like a scar - and it scares me because nothing has happened yet. I haven't felt anything unusual or dangerous. Everything has been the same lately. Not the supernatural-daily-events same, but just as it used to be before Scott's bite.

I go to school. I play Lacrosse. I hang out with Scott. I help my dad at work (or disturb him, it doesn't really matter) and I daydream about Lydia. Since that kiss she's marked on my soul like a tattoo, not just like in 3rd grade or in the rest of the years that came along. I've always liked her and I've never hidden it from anyone, not even from her. But since we started to be closer to one another with those supernatural occurrences, my feeling's gotten worse, or better. I don't know how to describe these kind of things. I don't want to think that I'm really obsessing over her; that I'm a sick man although she's all I can think about. Her perfect hair, pale skin, hoarse voice. Everything.

I know I shouldn't because she's with someone else. Aiden. I don't really trust him, not after everything he's done. It's not because he decided to be friends with my crew that I'll start to like him in a heartbeat. Actually, I kind of hate him because he came from nowhere, he did terrible things and even so he got my girl. And, I've always treated her right. I've always taken care of her even when she was in love with Jackson. However, I've never tried anything inappropriate for her, I've always respected her. I'm not going to say that I don't want to push her against the wall and kiss every inch of her. Hard. It's like I've always known we were bound to be together one day, so I just waited. I've waited long enough.

We've saved each other's lives more than once and when she kissed me while I was having my panic attack, I really thought my wait was over. I felt her feelings for me sweeping through that kiss. Right at that moment I was sure she liked me back. She chose another one though. She appeared at school holding hands with Aiden so they were no longer just making out hidden in a locked room. It ruined me. I'd never felt jealous of her casual boyfriends before because I knew she'd never like them. But Aiden is the first one she lets herself to be seen with in public since Jackson.

Ok. I just decided I'll move on. I'll get over her. This time I mean it. I'm not going to try to compete with Aiden. Not because I can't face him. It's because I can see she's already made her choice and it's not me. I like things the way they are right now. She doesn't ignore me like she used to. We're friends. We care about each other and it's far better having her by my side just as a friend than not having her at all.

It's my time to have some fun. Moreover, I'm kind of popular now. And, holy Christ, I look good. It won't be difficult to find someone to distract me tonight. Seriously, I am kinda cute. I high five the mirror after I approve myself for the night and that's exactly the perfect timing to Scott break into my room through the window. I jump, startled.

"Dude! Couldn't you just use the door? We're supposed to act normal tonight!"

"You? Acting normal?" He sneers as he sits on the windowsill and adjusts his jacket as if he weren't a freaking werewolf. Ignoring him, I get my jacket and when I turn around Scott is staring at me with clenched eyes.

"Man, you look handsome. Seriously, Derek would love it"

I roll my eyes and move towards the door, hearing his laughter behind me. Scott's been doing pretty well with the lately boredom of this city.

"You could just take a picture of me and send him if he were in touch with us. But no! He fucking left!" My voice sounds shrill since I can't help feeling mad at Derek.

"Chill out! He'll show up any time" Scott shrugs as we go downstairs.

"When? When Beacon Hills start to fall apart?"

"Any time Stiles" He sounds so sure of his words. He doesn't even care about what could happen next. He seems to be completely forgotten of Deaton's warnings. I'm pretty sure the lack of Allison just makes him laid-back. It's like we exchanged our identities.

"What? Have you been talking to him lately? Who else knows about it? Isaac?"

"No, I haven't seen him since he left. Neither have Isaac. Just relax. When he comes back you'll be the first to know. I bet he misses you, just the way you miss him"

"Shut up!" It bugs me that he does sound serious, knowing how I feel safer when Derek is around.

"Where's dad?" He asks as if we shared the same relative. We're very close to this, though.

"Sleeping. Like, there's no job to the sheriff lately, giving him time enough to kill taking a nap"

"And how's your jeep?"

"I'm driving it in a few seconds" taking a deep breath, I lock the door and head to the jeep. I have this feeling that tonight's gonna be the night!

"So, we're doing this again? Heading to a party and promising no Lydia or Allison?" Scott skeptically asks in the passenger seat.

"It's gonna work this time. I promise you"

"Yeah, until they suddenly show up in our way"

I pull over in front of a very fancy house when Scott asks again.

"Whose party is this?"

"No clue, I just… Decided to come"

"If Isaac were here it'd be a lot easier to blend in"

"Well, Isaac's not here, so … Just follow me" It's not my fault I don't look like an angel with deep blue eyes and a sweet smile just like that giant Isaac, who happens to be very close to my best friend, but at least I have… Nice hair. Whatever. We approach the entrance of the house where loads of teenagers are getting in and out the party. We can hear music all over the place and we can see in the distance several different drinks being poured. It amuses a little much.

"Make sure this isn't poisoned before drinking it" Scott whispers to me with a line of grin twitching up the corner of his mouth, reminding us the night at Lydia's party. I sincerely don't want to remind her tonight.

There's a girl standing at the door holding a glass of alcohol and she looks very tipsy already. I know her by sight walking through the aisle of the school, so I pretend she's some kind of friend of mine.

"Hey! What's up! We made it!" I hug her tight. At first, she looks very confused, but then, after staring at me and Scott, she shows a very huge smile.

"Billinsky! Mccoy! The lacross team! Come in!"

I wink at Scott, who is struggling not to get the giggles and as soon as we get in the house, it's like we're some kind of rock stars. I can imagine a hard core guitar solo playing in the background as our hair sways through the wind that doesn't blow in there. Everyone is looking at us. Is just me or did I hear someone whispering: Where's Isaac?

All performance apart, I suddenly freeze on my feet when I glance at the girl standing in front of me. High heels on, perfect red hairdo, short skirt and a sexy smirk.

Since I am not able to say a word, Scott laughs and taps my back a little hard.

"Lydia! Great to see you!"

And she is smirking at me!