It's Senior Year, and Stiles Stilinski has a plan: 1. Apply and Get-In to BSU early admissions 2. Continue to stay off everyone else's radar 3. Graduate There. An easy plan to survive the 195 days left before he graduates, and can thereby ridden himself from the thunder-dome he considers to be Beacon Harbor High. And it would have gone just as neatly as he'd printed it too-so had he not bumped into a clumsy, green eyed, girl named Lydia Martin on day 1 of 195.

She'd been providing for herself since the age of fourteen when her parents had died tragically in a car accident. But now, two years late at the age of sixteen, she finally has a place to call home. Lydia was shy. Very, extremely, inevitably, shy. She didn't answer the door when there was a knock or barely responded when spoken to and the only personal information that Stiles knew about her was that she adored books. The Stilinski's had a few problems themselves but Lydia was no harm and kept to herself. Yeah...that's not quite what happens.

The Girl with Antidepressants "Allison. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I just wanted to protect you. I didn't want you to get hurt, just like me. I've accepted the fact that not all guys are like Jackson. And if Isaac makes you happy, then I'm happy for you. I love you so much. Sorry. Please forgive me. Talk to me when you're ready." Sent 12:37am Read 12:42 am. - 1:42 am, March 18, 2012. "Hello. Is this Lydia Martin?" "Yes. Who is this?" "This is Mr. Mendoza, of Beacon Hills Hospital. I'm sorry to say this but, Ms. Allison Argent is dead." ©Copyright 2015 by thecastaways Ranked #227 in Fanfiction 2015 ~~~~~ Created: January 2015 Ended: November 28, 2015