Stiles sighed as he jumped out the jeep, the metal cold to his touch as the cold night wind wrapped around him. He felt his heart in his throat as he tried to suppress the feeling of worry. 'Lydia..what's happened?' He gulped, his keys jangling as he walked towards the redhead.

Arms crossed, she stood narrow faced outside her house as the brunntte jogged towards her. 'What's- where's Callie, Lydia?' Stiles asked as he went to go look inside her house. 'She's in my bathroom, crying?' Lydia announced. 'And I don't let anyone in my bathroom' she added.

Her hand swiftly pointed up to the balcony- obviously connecting to her bedroom. Stiles let out an untriumphant sighed. His hand covered his mouth as he looked up the balcony.

'Well, what's the emergency, why-why is she crying?' Stiles stuttered as he placed his hands on his hips, swallowing the lump in his throat. 'There is no emergency idiot' Lydia exclaimed as she slapped her arms down by her side and Stiles' face softened.

'So you messaged me saying there was an emergency and somethings wrong with Callie at 1:00 in the morning for there not to be an emergency?' Stiles diffused and a broke down Lydia's text.

Smiling angelically, Lydia nodded. 'Then why am I here, Lydia. I was busy?' Stiles grumbled as he placed his keys into the pockets of his blue checkered pyjama bottoms. 'You don't look busy?' Lydia huffed as she crossed her arms.

'Lydia, I was doing something..okay? Is something wrong or not?' Stiles ordered as he spoke with frustration. 'Yes, something is wrong, Stiles, and I'm the only one who seems to notice it' Lydia announced as her eyes narrowed at the sorrowful brunette.

Stiles' face was pale, an exact picture of Callie's. Dried lips, pale face, dark circles under there eyes. It made Lydia internally cringe, allowing yourself to get into that state. 'Can we do this another time, please' Stiles gulped as he let out a sigh.

'You're already here' Lydia smiled adamantly, Stiles slapped his hands down by his thigh as he rolled his eyes. 'Lydia I-' 'Stiles I know that you three don't have many people in your life, but why are all of you pushing everyone away?' Lydia scowled.

Stiles let out a small groan, he didn't understand why they all did, it just happened. Stiles knew that they all weren't in the mood to talk to anyone, especially about what happened. He had seen Callie around school once and they hadn't spoken.

Callie had isolated herself to the girls bathroom, where the boys wouldn't know where she was or where they could find her.

'Lydia I just- we've all been busy' Stiles announced. 'I see you sat in your jeep at lunch, Scott in the canteen, Callie's sat in the toilets on the days she does come in' Lydia sighed as she shedded some light to the brunette.

Stiles stayed quiet as Lydia's words sunk in. 'Callie's staying the night tonight, don't want her going home in a state' Lydia paused 'and she's coming in tomorrow, whether she likes it or not' Lydia gritted through her teeth quietly so Stiles couldn't hear.

He gulped. He saw how she was earlier as they crossed paths, neither of them looked good, but his heart dropped as he saw a glimpse of nothing in her eyes. Stiles knew full well that she wasn't sleeping, neither was he- but that was only because he was up all night thinking of her.

Stiles had a pit of worry in his stomach, scared that she was going to end up in hospital again. Stiles didn't know what happened to Callie until he read through her statement- which he did steal from the office. But he knew that Scott nor Callie would budge about what happened to them both.

For a moment, when he heard the gun shots go off- he hoped that it was Scott. Scott had a higher chance of surviving- Callie was only human. Stiles hated himself for it, he should of wished that it was Matt being shot, but he didn't.

He remembered seeing Callie move away as the gun was pressed up to her head. All he could do was lie there, still. Trying to move his body, to do something to help her- but he couldn't.

The guilt and anger still weighed him down, weeks after. He had nothing to say to her- sorry wouldn't be enough for not being able to protect her. That's all he's ever wanted to do- protect her.

'Stiles?' Lydia gulped as Stiles zoned out. The light from the moon lit up his face and Lydia's face softened as she saw his eyes water. 'You all just need to talk it out' she nodded.

Lydia was a very smart person, it was a shame no one took her advice. 'I- firstly I, you'd have to get Scott, okay? I haven't heard from him in a week. Secondly, I wouldn't even know what to say?' Stiles grumbled, stomping his foot on the floor.

Avoiding eye contact, Stiles looked back at his jeep. He could never see it the same way, not after that night. It wasn't just them now being together- they confirmed it. Stiles never would of thought anyone could make him feel like that. 'Why doesn't anyone know what to say?' Lydia scoffed, flicking her hands back down to cross over her chest.

Stiles sighed as he slammed the locker shut, he was tense. The match slowly approached, yet Stiles felt that he was running out of time. He wasn't sure of what, but he felt his heart race. 'You okay dude?' A questioning voice called out. Gritting his teeth, the tense brunette looked up.

Bret stood tall, his clean shaven face exposed his smug grin. Tightening the elastic on his elbow pads, Stiles avoided eye contact. 'Perfect' he grumbled. 'Well we all know that, but are you and Callie okay?' Bret questioned as he licked his lip, moving closer to Stiles.

Narrowing his eyes, Stiles swallowed the ball of rage, Bret just wanted to prod his nose into other peoples business. 'It's only cause all three of you aren't hanging out and yano, we haven't seen Callie in here for a while' Bret shrugged.

Stiles gulped as he stomped his foot, he looked up at the jock. 'Oh i don't know, maybe my girlfriend isn't coming in the changing rooms because you make her feel uncomfortable?' Stiles suggested maliciously.

Bret chuckled to himself, his tongue roaming over his teeth as the anger boiled inside him. 'See you on the field Stilinski' Bret raised his eyebrows before tapping the locker.

Callie held her arms close to her chest as possible as she walked in round the corner, her back pressed up against the painted metal walls as a topless man walked past her. She wasn't here to gaze at topless men, she was here to wish her boyfriend good luck.

'Hey Stilinski, this for you?' Greenburg yelled slapping Bret on the chest as Callie walked past him. With her hair straitened down, Callie placed a strand behind her ear as she shot him a nasty look. 'Shut up greenburg' the snarky brunette grumbled as he turned around, adjusting his shoulder pads.

Callie smiled shyly as she walked towards him, she felt her heart flutter as Stiles' face softened. Their heads suddenly darted to Finstock, who had just exited his office as they head the bullhorn squeak.

Taking a step closer to Stiles, Callie watched as coach placed the megaphone to his mouth, she didn't want to stand to close, to give him the reassurance that she was okay- she was merely here to wish him and Scott good luck.