She was flawless.

Not like any other, she was absolutely beautiful, adored by many peers. She possessed strawberry blonde hair, usually curled and braided back, with bouncy curls just near the ends of every single strand of her hair. She had an IQ of 170, very intelligent, and was a sucker for bad boys.

5'3", but still strong. She held on to every millimeter of hope that was contained. Sparkly, green eyes, that was attracted many boys to her grasp, and damn, was she proud. She usually had high standards for men, picking the ones that hurt the most, not caring for others.

However, one man couldn't stop loving her.

Other than this, she was a Banshee. According to a certain supernatural creature, she possessed the trait of giving off a excruciating scream, which caused many werewolves to hear; their senses coming to life. Not only this, sensing death was another of her powers. She considers herself to be a genius, not knowing what her own powers could even contain.

Who the hell else? Her name was Lydia Martin.

Life has been perfect for Lydia Martin. She never was got in trouble, never once in detention. She was adored by teachers, mainly because of her brilliance in most subjects, especially in Chemistry, along with speaking fluently in both Classical and Archaic Latin. Not only that, but she was quite fashionable and was one of the most popular people in her school.

She had a title, and of course, she needed a boy toy to play with, that also had a status. Currently, she was dating Jackson Whittlemore, although he was arrogant, Lydia truly had a genuine love for him, even though the relationship was only for her 'popular' status.

Although Lydia's life was in absolute perfection, one undeniable revelation was the mere flaw of Jackson's actions. She doubtlessly thought that Jackson loved her too, behind his prideful smugness, she believed in him, her clear judgement was that he was head over heels for her.

Until the tears ran down her pretty, green eyes.

She never knew for the Jackson Whittlemore to be the one to act like this. Since Lydia was given a key from Jackson, she sometimes would discreetly enter his house, not one peep made. She'd wind up places, and Jackson's loft is the place she'd wind up the most.

Lydia decided to just enter his house; there were no limits since they were in fact a couple. It was the night before he had to leave, surprising him was her 'good-bye present'. She ambled her way to his room, only to find Jackson in bed, with some chick that she never seen before. First thought, a prostitute. Really, a fucking prostitute? Until she realized he cheated on her.

"Really, Jackson!?" She shrieked, anger consuming her as Jackson, in his birthday suit, jumped out of bed, trying his best to cover his genitals that were exposed. Lydia stared at him with such disgust that he would go to that extent. She thought he loved her, that he cared about her. Then he cheats on her with some prostitute!

"Lydia, it's not what you think." He tried his best to come up with a plausible excuse in order for her to believe him, but the beautiful genius was not backing down. She batted her lashes, her emerald eyes beaming at the woman, who was constantly to cover her nude body.

She shook her head in disappointment, anger, and frustration. Jackson tried to approach her, but she shoved him away; her temper coming alive, furious she became. "No, Jackson, I already caught you kissing a girl, and I forgave you for that. I went to that low extent just for you!" Tears began to well up, and one single tear dropped from her right eye.

"Lydia, please don't cry." His look was of pure sincerity, but actions of utter disgracefulness. Lydia Martin didn't care, nonetheless. She once forgave him, not anymore.

"No," She started, looking up to him as countless tears drizzled down her eyes, her makeup becoming ruined. "You cheated on me. Even with some skank! No, Jackson, not anymore. I am definitely not putting up with your ignorance anymore." She looked over to the girl, then back at Jackson. "We're over."

Covering her face, she ran out, heels clacking with every step she took. She wanted to get away, she didn't want to feel this way, she wanted to shut down with not one person to bother her. She couldn't stand the thought of someone - someone she loved - cheating on her.

"Lydia?" Stiles approached her in the dark night, with the moon frowning at Lydia's despair; his cheerful expression slowly becoming one that was worried, since the girl he loved was in tears, bawling her eyes out. He never once had seen her weeping in such agony, so he helped her get her stance, and lifted her face. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? *If they touched even just one strand of your perfect strawberry-blonde hair, I will personally go to them myself and beat their little ass*, even if my own dad has to arrest me." He stated, with such hatred that it sounded like he was going to go on some killing spree and would never stop, only to Lydia's call.

"It's nothing," She sighed, siting down on the rim of the sidewalk, with Stiles doing the same, his arm over Lydia's shoulders. "You know? You'd probably would make a good boyfriend..." She trailed off at the end, and Stiles, well he could almost faint at the mere statement that Lydia merely justified.

"U-Um, w-wa-wa-wa-wait. Wh-What did you, I mean me, no I mean you, -ahem, wait let me restate myself. What did you just say?" His eyes were widened in surprise, and he wanted to make sure that what Lydia said was true. He looked at her intensively, staring into her eyes, as she clearly got her soul back.

"Never mind, Stiles, or whatever you are." She looked back at him, and kissed him slightly on the cheek. "I said, you'd make a good boyfriend. Not that I'm implying that I like you, I was just cheated on by Jackson with some low-class prostitute."

He blushed, the shade of pink obviously showing upon his face, as he touched the place she kissed him. "U-uhm, I mean... Thanks, Lydia," He flailed his arms in excitement - his fists were balled and his arms were slightly curved, that he received a cheek-kiss from the strawberry-blonde - until he realized what she truly was informing him of. "He.. Cheated on you?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's no big deal, I got cheated on in 3rd grade, remember, when we first met?" She shrugged her shoulders in carelessness, looking up to watch the sky's endless darkness.

"Lydia," He opened and closed his eyes in resentment. "That is a big deal. Don't ignore it as if it's just a simple flake. You love him, don't you? And you're just sad because you caught him cheating on you. It's okay, Lydia, I feel some sort of pain everyday when I see you with Jackson."

"Huh?" That had caught Lydia's attention. "What do... What do you mean?"

Stiles finally realized that he basically confessed that he was jealous every time he sees Jackson and Lydia pass by. "I mean, I think I lov- NO! Sorry, no I think I meant, I suppose I would feel the same as you everyday. BUT! There's no reason behind it. It's obviously not because of you and Jackson, heh..." He ended off awkwardly, stretching the obviously.

"Well, whatever. I read somewhere that if this ever happened, you move on, and let go. And luckily, for me, Jackson is leaving to England after all that Kanima action that was going on." She hung her head in her own disappointment. "I need to stop with the bad boys. I want to be one of the good guys. It's pretty obvious that I fall for the wrong people. I just need something normal."

Stiles sighed, hoping for his chance. He knew that although Lydia was never going to come to like him, he still wanted to try. He's loved her since the 3rd grade, and he was actually surprised that she remembered that small flaw - which was when they met all the way in third grade. "C'mon, Lydia, I'll drive you home. I don't want to see you like this anymore." He stood up, taking her hand in his, then walked over to his blue jeep with Lydia along with him. "Go in," He told her, being polite and opening the door for her. She smiled slightly because of the sincere gratitude that was given from Stiles.

Swiftly, Stiles headed towards his own side of the car, while Lydia's nose began to scrunch up. "What is that scent?" She asked, in obvious irritation. He looked around, then looked to Lydia's side.

"Oh... That's the taco I was eating a week ago! I didn't even.. Realize it.." His voice trailed off as Lydia gave him a piercing glare, crossing her arms in annoyance. However, Stiles liked this sassy side to Lydia, so he didn't mind that much. "Here, take this." He handed her makeup remover wipes that he kept within the jeep.

"Why do you have makeup remover?" She questioned, confused. Lydia wasn't told of Stiles's new relationship.

"Huh? Oh, that I have a reason for. If I ever take out a girl to a movie, and she's wearing makeup, and crying, she would look like a mess if all that makeup is smeared on her face. I mean, you're beautiful even when you cry, but I hate to see you like this. So you could use that, 'cause I don't want to see those panda eyes." He snickered at his joke, and Lydia looked up for more questioning.

"Then how come none of them are used?" Lydia asked, taking one out of the freshly-opened packet.

"Please don't taunt me for my loneliness."

The ride home was quiet, and awkward. Neither of them said a word, as Lydia removed the smears during the duration of the whole car ride. Every red light they stopped on resulted to Stiles staring constantly at Lydia's non-pampered face.

He pulled up on the curb of the street she lived on, both were surrounded by silence. "So... Here we are..." He scrambled everywhere to get out of his jeep, then hurriedly sprinted to the other side to act gentlemanly and opened the door for her. "Thanks." She stated simply, stepping out of his car, while covering her face.

"What are you doing? Y'know, with covering your face and all."

"Isn't it obvious? I don't have makeup on, so I don't want people to stare. They'll gossip." Lydia stated, her hands still parading her face, blocking everyone's point-of-view towards her.

"Seriously, Lydia? It's night, we live in Beacon Hills, do you seriously think people will be out at night if they aren't hunting freaking werewolves?" He asked, sarcastically, but that gave Lydia a slight laugh.

She snickered lightly, "Do you really think that badly of our town?" Opening her fingers, her olive eyes were shown, and they shined brightly in the dark. "I don't want you out of all people looking at me without makeup, you stare at people too much."

"What? Me? Out of everyone you know?" He grinned, "That's probably the biggest lie you had ever told." They both chuckled, until Stiles began to make Lydia's statement true, his staring trait coming to life. "I think you look beautiful without makeup. Probably even better than how you look with makeup on! You really do look beautiful, and I think you shouldn't wear makeup, honestly. I mean, I know I'm being too blunt, but that's the truth. Without even trying, you'd pass a beauty test. Wait, what am I even saying..?"

She finally cracked, and released her hands from her face; Stiles eyes widened, she really did look better without makeup. "You look more natural. Yeah, definitely, and I'm even happier to be the first one to see the 'non-makeup Lydia'!" He joked, nudging her in the shoulder. They shared some laughs, but they then reached the door.

"If you need anything, Lydia, call me. If he comes back running to your precious little toes, reject him. Don't hesitate to do anything! Also, don't be reluctant to call me, either. Yeah, you should call, not for your own good, if he comes! Wait, what? No, I mean, ugh, you know what, just call me. For anything." He stammered, looking away to escape her glance.

She forced a smile, "Thanks, Stiles, you really helped me." She pulled him in for an embrace, which she did hardly, but she had a feeling this was right. Stiles wrapped his arms around Lydia, pulling her close. They stared at each other, then Lydia left a kiss on his cheek. Waving goodbye, she entered her house and closed the door behind her, with both of the two thinking the same thing. Lydia sliding down her front door, knees bent and her butt and back leaning against the door and floor; while Stiles leaned against his cerulean jeep. 'I want to see you again.'

First Teen Wolf fic, obviously for the couple Stydia (Stiles+Lydia) & another couple dethan (Danny+Ethan). In this story, the Alpha Pack is real, and the twins attend the school. Events that occurred in 3A will be shown, but all/most of the supernatural scenes are taken out. (this is really late btw lol)

Full Summary: Lydia struggles. She never has, but this time, she was shot in the heart, and broke down. Looking for a distraction, she finds something much more important, and heart-warming. Along with helping her ex's best friend, Danny Māhealani, she slowly forms a friendship with him, but at the same time, helps him overcome his struggles with his introduction to the supernatural world. Meanwhile, he does her a favor, helping the one person who irritates him the most. Drama/Romance. Rated T.

*_* = I used one of the lines that Stiles says in one of the episodes. (Venomous 2x05) (c) Teen Wolf; (c) Jeff Davis

Anywhoo, I really hope you like it! If you like reading Angst, you should check out my story "killing me softly"! (it's about Lydia dealing with the aftermath of Stiles, Allison, & Aiden's death).

Note: If you do not ship stydia and dethan, you do not need to move forward. this was a story mainly for stydia (dethan is secondary in this story), but I couldn't figure out a dethan prompt so I went with combining the two into a duo fusion! srsly, if you don't like them, don't read, this story is not for you.

Also, my dethan writing isn't that good (they may be OOC), there's hardly no scenes with them, and there won't be now that Ethan's goneeeeeeeeeeeee Q . Q why...? Just why.

Overall, I really hope you like this, and a new chapter is coming out soon!

btw, this is not your usual 3a remake