So I did end up buying a gold dress but not because Peters little creeper ass told me to, no, I bought the gold dress because quite frankly my skin looked like it was glowing and my ass looked good in it.

It's a short shimmery thing that had two small straps on it to hold it up and was in a sweetheart neckline. My skin looked tanner and my hair looked darker when I tried it on.

Allison, Lydia, and I had mutually decided that we would wear short dresses. Allison had evidently gone with the dress Peter had picked out but to be honest it was a good dress, and she looked amazing in it. The next day Lydia decided to get dressed up at my place, her dress was an ivory color with a black band around the waist.

Lydia and I were changing and having fun, I occasionally caught her looking out my window towards Jacksons house while we put on make up.

"Lydia," I mumble," you're staring again. Quit staring."

She groans," I can't help it. This time last week I was going with him, we were going to be the it could of formal and now look he's going with Allison who I'm sure he likes and I'm well... I'm going..."

I turned around in my chair," you're going with a great guy who's going to treat you like the Queen Lydia that you are. Lets be real, Jackson is an asshole and I know you love him but he treats you like shit. What you need is Stiles, trust me when I say he won't make you feel the way Jackson has the past couple of months."

She stayed quiet, her eyes drifting to the clock," he will be here soon, what does he drive?"

I started running my fingers through the hot curls in my head, adding volume," he drives an old jeep... I think I heard him call it Roscoe."

"Now I see why you two get along," She mumbles, adding lipstick to he pink lips," you both are insane enough to name inanimate objects."

I turn around and point the curling iron at her," leave Roscoe and Andre out of this okay. They have not done anything to you."

She smirks before pausing," what do you think tonight is gonna be like?"

"I honestly don't know... hopefully exciting, Why?" I mumble to her, looking at her pale green iris's.

She nods thoughtful," I just have this feeling like something bigs going to happen tonight?"

"Big good or big bad?" I ask.

"I guess we will find out."

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Stiles shoes up around 7 for Lydia, a huge smile on his face as he hands her the corsage and even managed to take picture with all of us. Natalie, Lydia's mother came to see her off and went crazy taking pictures of the 3 of us. She left shortly after they did and I just had enough time to grab my things and drive as fast as possible towards Scott's house.

"Okay, if you are my date you are not wearing a suit made in the 80's," I say aloud, stepping into Scott's room.

Melissa smiles, having been seated at the foot of his bed sewing what I assume to be the line right down the middle of his pants.

"Oh thank god," she says, throwing the pants to the side, this thing is hideous and smells like cheese."

I scrunch my nose up," ew! Yo Scott!"

He comes stumbling out of the bathroom, looking at me," what?"

The black bag I have tucked over my arm is then thrown at him," here! Don't say I never bought you anything and don't mess it up, its Armani."

He nods, going back into the bathroom to change. I had chosen an all black suit for him, seeing as how I wasn't too keen on matching with him.

Melissa smiles, looking me up and down," wow honey you look..."

I groan," oh please tell me it's not too much. I told Lydia I should have gone with the black dress I feel like a Vegas hooker -"

"No, no!" She shuts me up, walking closer," you look beautiful."

I smile, my cheeks turning red," thank you."

She grabs my hand," your mom would be really proud of you."

I smile," I hope she is."

"She would be," her voice softens," a beautiful, caring daughter like you. I'm proud of you."

Before I realize what I'm doing I pull her into a hug, squeezing her gently before slowing exhaling and saying," thank you... no one has talked to me in that way for a long time."

"What way?" She asks, squeezing me right back.

"Like a parent," I say, pulling away.

She smiles and then let's me go as the bathroom door opens and out comes Scott.

"Help," he mumbles," I can't get the tie on right and I still need to put the vest on..."

"Okay," Melissa says," Imelda help him with the tie, I'll grab the vest and jacket."

I walk over, pulling at the tie and knotting it around his neck, Scotts silent so my eyes flicker upwards towards him. He's staring at me, so I give him a small smile and ask," what are you staring at?"

"Nothing... nothing," he says," you just uh... you look beautiful."

I grin, "yeah well, I better be... 3 hours to get ready is just ridiculous."

He laughs," so how are you feeling about all of this?"

I sigh," honestly... I've been dealing with it like I've dealt with everything lately... numb. I'm trying my hardest to not think of the what ifs and just focus on our game plan but you know I feel the break coming... it's like the calm before the storm and right now it's pretty fucking calm."

"I'm sorry about this," he says sincerely.

"You don't have to be," I say shaking my head and patting down his tie," we are in this together Scott. You and I we are connected for life because of this and that won't change even if you go back to being human."

"In this together?" He says with a smile.

I nod my head, smiling right back," definitely."

Th next thing heard in the room is the click of a camera and both our heads shoot to the bathroom door where Melissa stands, her arms just dropping the camera.

"I'm sorry," she says with a smile," you just look so cute and... well... you know what I don't need an explanation! It's time for pictures!"

"Mom!"

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We survived the enormous amount of pictures Melissa made us take which I thought was adorable and posed for every single one. Scott on the other hand was anxious to get to prom and find a way to get inside without actually having to go through the front doors. The moment we arrived he said he'd see me inside and left me to wait in my car for someone to show up that I recognized.

I managed to arrive before Jackson and Allison and quickly got out of my car, sneaking up on him before he had noticed.

"Boo!" I said from behind, plunging my fingers into his shoulders.

Jackson turned around eyes widening," Imelda!"

I crossed my arms," hey Jackie. Look at you, you look very handsome."

He stayed quiet, inching away from me.

"Oh Jackson," is said grinning," no hard feeling right?"

"Yeah," he says, placing gum into his mouth

"Good," I say right back, and pat the front of his suit before sticking my hand into it and pulling out the silver flask I knew he had," bottoms up. You promised me we would be drunk together if I came."

He nods, smirking in the usual Jackson way and I know all is forgiven as I chug down half the bottle.

"Danny managed to spike the punch and I know some of the guys on the swim team are bringing some in," he says, taking the flask and chugging some down," by the way you look good."

I smile, twirling while grabbing the bottle of alcohol once more," thanks Jack-Jack I tried."

He winks at me before going around to the other side and helping Allison out.

I walk around and meet them at the front," look at you hot stuff."

She giggles, looking me up and down," wow Imelda you look like a queen."

"That's because I am one sweetheart," I say winking and then leaning the bottle towards her.

"No thanks," she says shyly," I want to remember the night."

I shrug my shoulders, pouring some more into my mouth before answering," well I came stag, so I don't want to remember this night at all! Who's with me!"

Jackson laughs and grabs the bottle, taking a long drink," I just don't want to remember the night at all. I'm gonna go refill."

I nod and then turn to walk," see you both inside! I'm gonna go and find Danny!"

"Wait!" Allison halts me," do you know if Scott's coming?"

I smirk and look up towards the roof where Scott's climbing, she follows my line of vision and grins massively," lets just say Allison... somebody had to give him a ride here."

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Approximately 10 cups of punch later I was still not feeling the affects of the alcohol, it was sad that I would never feel the intense pleasure of being drunk and not giving a fuck. I mean I already didn't give a fuck but having alcohol just intensified those feeling.

I had mostly spent my time dodging Greenburgs hands until I had agreed to dance with him only to let it end in the sharp heel of my foot stabbing at his shoe the moment we began dancing. So now I was causally standing by the punch, red solo cup in hand as I browsed the many different varieties of food. Part of me knew that I shouldn't be eating what the whole student body had stuck their hands into but it just looked so enticing.

A snapped, followed by the flash of a camera slightly startled me so I looked up to find one of the yearbook kids I presumed lowering his camera in embarrassment.

"Hi there!" I said with a big smile.

"I'm so sorry! I was trying to take a picture and accidentally had it set to flash... please don't think I was trying to be weird about it... ugh," he stutters, dropping the camera so it hung around his neck with the strap attached to it.

I smiled and waved him off," you're fine don't worry about it. It's Matt right, we have chemistry together?"

He nods, grabbing one of the red solo cups and pouring himself a decent amount of punch," yeah we do! You're Imelda Drake right?"

I nodded along," nice camera you have there."

"Thanks," he says sweetly," I'm sorry I'm never usually this boring or awkward actually I just might be... you know what! Would you like to dan -"

"Imelda!" Jackson comes up from behind me, grabbing at my arm," come on! Johnny has that one liquor you like!"

"Fireball?" I questioned lowly so no one would hear.

"Yeah that one," he says and pulls me away.

I manage to turn and wave at Matt," bye Matt! See you in Chem!"

He nods, a sad look in his eyes before he grabs his camera again.

"I don't see why you like it so much," Jackson says as we walk away.

"It's because it's just like me," I answer, my heels clicking against the floors," a little fireball."

He nods, smiling just as Allison nears us and asks, "do you want to dance?"

Jackson huffs in annoyance," do I have too?"

I roll my eyes," no you don't but I want to! Come on Allison!"

I grab her hand and pull her towards the dance floor where everyone is, on the way there I see Stiles who's sitting near Lydia. Neither seem to be having a good time. Stiles looks at me so I mouth to him," get the girl!"

He stands then ready to get her.

"Where do you think Scott is?" Allison asks as we begin to shimmy on the floor.

I shrug my shoulders," if he's not caught by coach which I'm assuming he isn't since coaches over there talking to the English teacher then I'm guessing he's hiding. Don't worry, he's gonna come eventually."

She nods and we continue dancing, both of us smiling in joy at seeing Stiles and Lydia get up to dance.

"McCall! I see you!" Coaches voice rings over the music as he makes a beeline straight for the bleachers where Scott jumps off.

"Oh my god is that..." Allison mumbles as we both stop dancing to watch.

I nod," yup, he's about to do something stupid."

"Come here buddy!" Coach says, following after him," MCCAL! Get out of my way! It's a small gym buddy I'm gonna find you! I gotcha! Come here!"

"He isn't..." Allison trails.

"Yes... yes he is," I say laughing.

Scott has managed to grab Danny and place his arms around him, as if they were a couple who were slow dancing.

"McCall!" Coach yells as he catches him," your not suppose to - What the hell are you - "

The band stops playing and everyone looks over, Allison and I being the only ones who know what's happening as we try to contain in our laugh.

"Yes coach?" Ask Scott, leaning in closer to Danny which makes me clutch at my stomach in pain.

"Okay..." Coach says trying to salvage himself from the disaster," hold on you... I was jus saying he was not suppose to- I'm not saying that he shouldn't be... you guys don't think... I was just... Dance everybody dance! Just dance it's a dance!"

Coach runs away then, embarrassed and pissed off.

"You're boyfriend is a lunatic," I mumble to the pale brunette next to me.

"He's not my boyfriend," Allison says.

I give her a look," we all know you both are dating Allison. That boy is head over heels for you, I mean he climbed the school to get here."

She smiles and stay quiet.

"Allison," Scott comes up to us.

"Yes I would love to dance with you," she cuts him off.

"I mean unless Danny is gonna get jealous," I comment," watch out Allison. Danny might come over here and reclaim what's his."

Scott sends me a look so I lift my hands up," alright, alright... I'm gonna go find some more of that punch. You two have fun and don't mess up that suit Scott or I will come after you."

Allison smiles," bye."

I nod my head at her and walk away.

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10 minutes later I'm practically drinking my lonely sorrows away with this punch bowl as another person comes up near me.

"Is this the heartbroken table?" Stiles asks as he serves himself a cup.

I nod," yup, comes with unlimited spiked punch."

"I need that," he says.

"How did it go?" I ask him softly.

"Well... she's definitely not over Jackson that's for sure, but I mean I shouldn't be complaint much, she did dance with me," he says in a sarcastic voice.

"I'm sorry," I try to comfort," she's stupid for staying with Jackson. You're the better option."

"Yeah," he says," I hope so."

"Hey," I say lifting my cup," to the heartbroken! May we become heartbreakers ourselves one day"

He clicks my cup and we both chug our own drink down.

"Where did she go?" I ask him.

He shrugs," to look for Jackson."

I nod," oh... wanna dance?"

He lifts up his arms," why not? Can't be much worse then last time."

I roll my eyes," come on Stilinksi put on your big boy pants, drink that alcohol and be prepared to slow dance!"

He smiles and we both chug what's left in our cups before walking towards the dance floor.

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"Have you seen Lydia or Jackson?" I mumble to Stiles as I left my head from his shoulders.

He looks around for me," no, not since she went to go look for him."

"Hmm," I say feeling at the pit of my stomach an annoying sensation at the thought of my best friends," haven't seen Scott and Allison either."

"Well you know they are probably making out somewhere," he adds to make me feel better but when he really looks at my face he pauses," why that face?"

"I don't know," I mumble," ... I just... I feel like I need to go find Lydia and Jackson right now."

He nods and drops his arms around my waist so he can grab my hand," okay come on. Let's go."

Stiles and I move around the crowds of crinkle teenagers, he leading and never letting the grip on my hand go as the feeling intensifies and I bite at my lip.

Just as we make it past the gym doors and into the hallway we find a drunken Jackson who's suit is ripped and he looks shaken.

"Where the fuck did you go!" I yell at him," did Lydia find you?"

He stops walking, looking at me with biggest guilt in his eyes ever as he tries to find the words to talk but comes up short.

"What?" Asks Stiles," what's wrong?"

He starts to tremble in place, shaking his shoulders and eyes looking down at me like he's ashamed.

"I was out behind the school and..." he quickly says," and I was out..."

"Jackson," I say to him, stepping forward," What did you do..."

He stays quiet, " I was out and ... he found me... Argent, Argent found me. He told me everything would be alright... he knew I knew what Scott was so I... I had to tell him."

"You what!" I yell, marching forward," please tell me you're lying! You didn't tell him about us!"

"You told him about Scott and Imelda! Do you realize what a stupid mistake that is!" Stiles yells, walking forward," they will kill them! And if she dies then they all do!"

"I didn't..." he says shaking his head," I didn't tell him about you Imelda... I couldn't... no, I wouldn't tell him about you. I owed you too much."

"You owed me!" I yelled, throw my hands over my face," you owe all of us! You shouldn't have told him anything! God, how could you be so stupid! Scott we need to find... we need to tell Scott!"

I turn on my heel ready to find him when I remember that pit in my stomach that's now gotten 10 times worse. I turn right back around and look him dead in the eye," where is Lydia? Is she out there? Where is she!"

He shakes his head, still trembling," I haven't seen her."

"Lydia," I say aloud and race down the hall, the foreign feeling getting stronger as I feel Stiles hot on my tail.

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I run around the entire gym, trying to catch her scent or worse her blood... when I finally do only catch her scent it leads me towards the back of the gym outside where the field lights are on brightly and I faintly here her voice yelling out for Jackson.

It's only then do I see the dark figure she has not yet seen herself do I yell out," LYDIA RUN"

She turns towards the sound of my voice and I dig my heels into the ground deeper to run faster but I'm far too late.

Peter Hales canines elongate and grabs at Lydia, biting hard into her side as she wails in pain.

"NO!" I yell out and throw myself, managing to catch her as she fails.

I yell out," WHAT DID YOU DO! NO! NO! LYDIA! LYDIA!"

Her pale skin and ivory dress are blood stained, eyes closed as if she's dead. There's so much blood, too much blood she's gonna die, NO! NO!

He's bitten her, he's made her into one of us! NO!

I can save her! I can heal her!

I go to kiss her and take it all away so she can come back when Peter grabs my throat and pushes me downwards, away from her.

"Not so fast sweetheart," he mumbles," told you I'd come for the vulnerable."

I chocked and coughed out, he held me down but he only applied pressure to my neck so I would still be able to breathe so I manage to say," fuck you."

He laughs just as Stiles slides near us and Peter stops him, jumping over Lydia and I like prey he growls at Stiles.

"Don't kill them please," Stiles voice trembles, eyes flickering between Lydia and I.

"Of course not," Peter says," Just tell me how to find Derek."

"What?" Stiles answers.

Peter looks down, slowly dragging one long claw over the side of my fave as restates," tell me how to find Derek Hale."

"I don't know that!" Stiles yells as I squirm," how would I know that?"

"Because you're the clever one aren't you?" Peter says looking back up," and because deception has a particularly acrid scent Stiles. Tell me the truth or I rip the pretty little redhead apart and take Imelda with me."

He smiles, still looking down at Lydia like she's prey. Stiles starts rambling,"look I don't know okay! I swear to god, I have no idea."

Peter growls out in his alpha voice yelling," TELL ME!"

"Okay, okay!" Stiles finally says," I think he knew! I think he knew he was going to be caught."

"By the Argents?" Peter asks.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"When he was shot, he took Scott's phone," Stiles says, actually sounding like the brains of the group.

"Why?"

"They all have GPS now, if he still has it and if it's still on, we can find it," Stiles tells him.

And in that moment with Lydia's blood dripping down my bare arms and the pit in my stomach now a black hole, I knew, I fucking knew that life was going to get worse.

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Okay one episode to go which means about 3 more chapters!

YAS!

Lol, okay now time for a sneak peek.

"You aren't suppose to be like this," he mumbles, attempting to come closer to me.

I back away, eyes narrowing as I slam the door behind me and spit at him," you aren't suppose to be here."