A/N: I rewrote this chapter after getting well into Chapter 2. I found a new direction for the story, so I felt the need to tweak the Narrative. I hope you like it, let me know in the reviews. Chapter 2 is on the way.

"C'mon Lydia, I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't desperate," I whimpered.

"You're obviously desperate if you thought I would believe this nonsense, Stiles. Ritual sacrifices of virgins in Beacon Hills?" Lydia smirked, "Did you really think I would sleep with you because you told me a ridiculous story?"

"It's not ridiculous, I'm being serious. The lifeguard…"

"Can we not talk about the lifeguard? Believe it or not, I don't enjoy reliving that moment."

I knew the conversation was over. "Whatever Lydia, just know you could have saved my life." I knew my story sounded like the worst pick-up line ever, and I could practically hear Lydia's eyes roll as I walked out of her room. I saw myself out.

As I strode over to the Jeep, my text tone chirped from my pocket. A message from Scott read: What did she say? Did she throw you out yet? I quickly responded with a Fuck Off, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and climbed into the Jeep.

I must have spaced out on the ride home, because Scott's house was coming up on the right. It was kind of late, but my father was at work and Mrs. McCall was probably asleep. Rather than continuing on my way home, I parked on the street and walked around the side of the house. I didn't want to wake Scott's mom, plus she had taken away my copy of Scott's keys again, so I planned to climb through Scott's bedroom window.

"Yeah, Allison. Mmmm."

What the fuck? Allison and Scott were not in the best place, so I really didn't expect them to be hooking up. Curiosity got the best of me, so I peered into Scott's bedroom, barely letting my eyes peek over the windowsill to ensure I wasn't caught. My eyes immediately locked on to a naked Scott lying on the bed. His comforter was hanging over the bed onto the floor, leaving him completely exposed. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was agape. I watched his tongue dart across his lips to the corner of his mouth. The sight of his red tongue was quickly replaced with the stark white of his upper row of teeth, biting his lower lip. My eyes wandered south exploring every crease in Scott's torso, every pectoral and abdominal muscle as they writhed in his ecstasy. A trail of hair painted the crevice between his abs, parallel to his slightly fuzzy forearm, leading down to his crotch.

"STILES!" Scott yelped, as he covered his manhood with the falling blanket. He was staring directly at me. I had forgotten to maintain my hiding place below the window, and was now standing in plain view.

I managed to snap out of my trance, and quickly threw my leg over the windowsill to climb into the bedroom. "I just got off the phone with you five minutes ago, you pervert!" I did my best to recover. I was certainly embarrassed that I was peeking in the first place, even more so that my eyes lingered. I definitely did not want Scott to know how much I had seen. "I was driving by and thought I would pop in, I didn't expect you to be defiling yourself."

"I…I…"

"Don't worry about it, I've seen you naked plenty of times in the locker room. And I've masturbated twice today. #VirginProblems"

"Stop using hashtags in normal speech." Scott threw a pillow at my head. I caught the pillow and sat down at the end of the bed. The heat radiating from my cheeks had finally subsided, and Scott seemed to recover from his own embarrassment. I must be more suave than I thought. Scott had certainly outgrown his bed; his feet dangled over the edge of the bed, next to my left thigh. He tried his best not to expose himself as he slid down toward the edge of the bed until he was seated next to me. "So what happened?"

"Lydia wasn't buying it, she must have thought I was just trying to get into her pants."

"You were."

"Well, not in a sleazy way. I really just wanted my first time to be with someone I care about. And now…" the image of Heather lying on a cold metal table invaded my thoughts, "…well, I can only think of Lydia."

"You know that your love for Lydia has been mostly unrequited..."

"Unrequited?" I interrupted, "Word of the Day Calendar?"

"Yeah."

"Nice."

"Thanks."

"Still hurts."

"Sorry, but you Know it's true. Lydia doesn't think of you that way, and it is pretty soon after the whole mess with Jackson…" I don't think Scott wasn't even sure what happened with Jackson, because he kind of trailed off. "I still don't really understand why you need to have sex all of a sudden. Why do you think these murders are virgin sacrifices?"

"Your mom didn't tell you about the morgue last night?"

"She told me the murders followed a specific ritual, but I still don't know how you know they were virgins. She said it would be better if you explained the connection."

"One of the girls…" I couldn't say it out loud. I had seen the body myself, but somehow, I felt saying it out loud would make it an irreversible truth. I'm sure Scott could see the tears welling behind my eyes, so I turned my back to him.

"What happened? What did you see?"

"It was… Heather." A sob escaped my lips, but I fought back the torrent of tears fighting for release. "She didn't just disappear from the wine cellar, she was taken. I went to the bathroom to grab a condom, and she was abducted, hit over the head strangled, and had her throat slit." I spit out the last word. There was no holding back the tears now; my lip quivered as I sharply inhaled.

I began to collapse and slide toward the floor, but Scott used his preternatural reflexes to wrap his arm across my chest and hold me in place at the edge of the mattress. A spasm in my core muscles caused me to crumple in Scott's arms and release the tears welling behind my eyes. "I'm so sorry," Scott whispered in my ear. I sensed he wanted to say more, but he just hugged me tighter.

I had been fighting so hard to avoid this moment. I only went Lydia's house as a way to distract myself. My subconscious led me to Scott's house because I didn't want to be alone. I didn't actually care about losing my virginity. My virginity was merely a reminder that Heather was now dead. I could feel tears rolling down my cheek, "She would be alive right now if we had had sex. She'd be alive if I hadn't left her alone in the cellar." I tried to scream but my words were barely a whisper. A whisper that managed to pierce the silence that made this familiar bedroom seem foreign.

"This is not your fault. You couldn't have known."

"I know, but it still hurts, and I can't shake this feeling." I was afraid to look at Scott, so I pressed his face harder into him, using his body as a pillow. His warmth was comforting. As the intense wave of emotion began to subside, I wiped the tears from my eyes and Scott's chest with my sleeve.

After a long silence, I wrapped my arms around his torso, and quietly muttered a "thanks." I listened to the beating of Scott's heart and felt the rise and fall of his chest. Exhaustion set in, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.