Hello everyone and welcome to my first Fan Fiction! The story is already complete. It runs through the first 2 seasons of Teen Wolf, and then I am toying around if I want to do something with Season 3. If I do, it will be a bit different from these.
This story will be update weekly on Thursdays. I am hoping to do it early every Thursday, but due to life and things, I may not be able to do it until later. However, I will try and make sure every Thursday there is an update.
Please rate/comment and all that nonsense. I know I said it was already written, but I love ideas and hearing new things, so please feel free to send those as well. Writing is an ever changing process and the story can always grow.
ENJOY!
Another month, another high school, thought Kinley as she stood outside of Beacon Hills High. To most new kids, this place would look like the most intimidating building imaginable. It was a large brick building that looked like every other high school Kinley had attended. After a while, they all just looked the same. The school looked a little too east coast for the west coast California town of Beacon Hills. But the look of the school really didn't matter. Kinley and her cousin would be here no more than a few months, and then she would end up in a whole other town standing in front of yet another school building. Who knows where it would be next. To Kinley, school was just another place to sit all day, learn very little, and then leave it behind.
Kinley and her cousin Penn, short for Penelope, viewed a new school very differently. For example, Kinley had rolled out of bed this morning put her reddish-brown hair in a ponytail and threw on a pair of jeans and a plain v-neck t-shirt; while Penn got up early, put on the perfect first day of school outfit with matching shoes, did her make-up, de-frizzed her curly blond hair, and packed a perfectly balanced lunch.
Kinley saw no point in doing any of this. Her lazy style and don't care attitude allowed her to blend into the background and skate by unnoticed by her peers and teachers. That is why Kinley liked being the new kid. It allowed her to be late constantly, forget homework without consequences, and slack off without anyone really caring. Anonymity was her friend. Penn preferred to get into the swing of things as quickly as possible. She made a place home as fast as she could; so she could feel like she had a real home for a while. Penn would make new friends instantly and get teachers to notice how smart she was right from the beginning.
Kinley knew that no place would ever really feel like home; so she didn't fight being the new kid and all the perks she found it had. Granted, they were probably going to be here longer than most other places. Her Uncle's case was more complicated than usual. Things in Beacon Hills had taken a turn for the strange, and he was here to figure out what was going on and help fix it. It's what he does and what Kinley is is training to do. He was actually letting her do more on her own this time. He was allowing her to run lead on this case unless something seemed a little too much for her to handle.
Penn told Kinley she going to find her class now to make sure she wasn't late. Kinley waved her ahead. Penn was never late and always over prepared. Penn would probably walk in 10 minutes before the bell. Kinley just strolled in, and if she found her class on time great, if not, oh well. It was her usual approach to the first day. Her first class was world history in the south wing, according to the paper from the guidance office in her hand. She took a deep breath and walked into her latest high school.
She wandered the halls until she found the correct classroom. She looked around the room and was happy that the back row was empty. She always preferred to hide in the back of the class. People tended not to notice her in the back and that was how she preferred it. As she sat there and read her book, the class slowly filled. There were girls giggling in the corner pointing at a very jocky looking guy who seemed too pretty to be in a High School. He had perfect deep blue eyes, perfectly styled brown hair, and a perfect jaw that could chisel marble. He looked like one of those guys out of an Abercrombie ad. He was not at all Kinley's type. Those guys were always more into themselves than anyone else. She hated selfish people.
A few people in the class had their heads on their desks and some others were just doodling. The room seemed like the typiocal first period class. Most kids weren't quite functioning yet since they were all still so tired. By the time the bell rang, only a few seats were empty and only one other person was sitting in the back row with her, but he seemed to not notice she was there. He was in a very intense conversation with a tan boy with shagging dark hair who sat in front of him.
The teacher called the class to order. The topic of the class discussion was mythology. Over the rest of the semester, they would be exploring all different types of myths ranging from the Greeks to the Japanese. Great, Kinley thought. She wouldn't need to work at all here. They wouldn't teach her anything new. She decided to space out the rest of the class since she didn't need to pay attention. She just doodled in her notebook, not really noticing to what she was drawing.
Then suddenly the bell rang. She jumped in her seat at the sound. Class was over already? She thought. She quickly packed up her books and headed out the door. However, before she made it out of the door, she ran right into someone. They toppled over each other and all of her books and notebooks went flying across the hallway floor.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. Here, let me help." Said a frantic male voice. Kinley looked up and saw it was the guy who was also sitting in the back row. Now that she got a closer look at him, she noticed he was broad shouldered and probably pretty fit, but it was hard to tell because of the baggy red sweatshirt he wore. His hair was really short and brown. The brown matched his eyes, but his eyes also had some flecks of green in them. She had to say he was fairly good-looking in a goofy sort of way.
"It's fine." She replied sternly. "I got it."
He scrambled to his feet, looking very disoriented. He was definitely clumsy, Kinley noted. He had a few of her notebooks in his hands, and he didn't seem to notice.
"My notebooks?" Kinley asked.
"Oh god, sorry. I just...and they were there...so I...Here." He said and began to thrust them forward to her and then stopped. "Whoa, what are those? Symbols?" He asked. "They look really-"
Kinley quickly grabbed the notebooks out of his hands and said "Thanks." The last thing she needed was to become the class weirdo because of her interest in the occult and mythology. Nothing makes you the center of attention more than being "that weird" kid. She started to turn and walk away when he shouted.
"I'm Stiles." He yelled after her.
She turned around and looked at him with a very confused expression. He hand his hand covering his face in embarrassment and he was shaking his head. Who was this guy? She thought.
"Kinley," was all she said back.
He looked up at the sound with a big crooked grin on his face. Kinley swore she heard some sort of "oh yeah!" when she turned back around, but she was not completely sure. Normally, Kinley wouldn't have given her name, but for some reason, she decided what the hell. He seemed harmless.
The rest of her morning went without incident. She did however meet a very stuck up red-head who did not seem to like her at all. Kinley walked into her Chemistry Class and sat in the only unoccupied seat she saw. This happened to be next to the said red-head. Neither girl made any effort to try and talk to the other. The red-head looked Kinley up and down and then made an unimpressed "huh" sound and went back to her notes. The teacher walked over and introduced himself. The man was small and thin with dark black hair and glasses. He was probably in his mid 30s. He didn't seem like too tough of a teacher, but he had a smugness about him that Kinley disliked.
"Hello, Kinley right?" He asked.
"Yes," Kinley responded.
"Great, I am Mr. Harris. Your lab partner here is Lydia Martin. You really picked a perfect seat. She is top of the class. She will get you up to speed." Mr. Harris told her and then turned to Lydia. "Please help Ms. Wesson with any questions she may have Ms. Martin." Lydia nodded and barely looked at Mr. Harris. He then walked back to the front to start class.
Kinley looked at this prissy girl next to her and could barely believe that this girl was top of the class. She was in a short skirt and heels. Kinley never understood girls who wore heels to school. Her makeup was done perfectly and she was now adding even more lip gloss. Also, her long red hair fell down her back in perfect big curls. It looked like it took her hours to get ready for school. How did this girl have time to study if she was primping all the time?
Lydia then turned to her and spoke. "Just, let me do everything and we'll be fine."
After Lydia said that the too pretty boy/abercrombie model from Kinley's earlier world history class walked in. Lydia broke into a big smile and waved at him. He gave a cool guy head nod and walked over.
"Hey babe," He said as he walked up. He also grabbed her ass as he walked by. Lydia jumped but still smiled. "Who's your friend?" He asked.
"Just the new girl." Lydia responded as if Kinley couldn't hear her. Jackson responded with a non-committal "a huh"
Before Kinley could listen to more of this fascinating conversation, Mr. Harris called the class' attention to the front of the room. Mr. Harris explained the experiment they would be working on today. Lydia half listened and then began the experiment when the rest of the class just started to move. Mr. Harris was right. This girl was smart. Kinley was mostly a gopher while Lydia did the measurements, equations, and anything involving an actual thought process. The two girls finished the project when the rest of the class wasn't even halfway done. The moment Lydia wrote down her last answer, her hand shot into the air.
"Yes, Ms. Martin." The teacher asked.
Lydia put her hand down. "We're finished. Can we go and study somewhere with less noise?" She asked.
Mr. Harris walked over and checked their results. He seemed satisfied and allowed them to go. "Stick together girls. I gave you one hall pass for a reason." The girls nodded and left class.
As they walked out the door, Kinley looked at Lydia for a next step. "Want to go sit at the Lacrosse field 'til lunch. I think some hot guys have gym right now." Lydia asked.
Kinley wasn't sure what else to do; so she agreed and they walked off. At least, she would know where her gym class would be. The two girls walked out to the lacrosse field. Apparently lacrosse was popular sport in this town. Lydia explained that her boyfriend, Mr. too pretty, or Jackson Whitmore as she now found out, was the team captain, and that this school was top in the state. She droned on until she got to the field but then stopped because she was right, there were some pretty hot guys running shirtless. Because of Kinley's unique lifestyle, she would never get involved with anyone here, but it never hurt to look.
"So why exactly are we out here when your boyfriend is back in Chem?" Kinley asked.
Lydia looked at her and seemed a little surprised that Kinley asked that question. She recomposed herself quickly. "What? A girl can't browse?" She replied and then continued looking at the running boys. Kinley was not sure why, but she suddenly respected the girl a little but more. She was a take no prisoners kind of person. She might seem flighty, but she was tough.
Just then Kinley recognized one of the guys when he started waving at her. Stiles. She waved back and a huge grin spread across his face again. He then tripped but didn't fall and kept running.
"You're friends with Stiles Stilinski?" Lydia asked and her tone was not an impressed one.
"I know him, if that's what you mean." Kinley replied. "He knocked all the books out of my hands this morning."
"Typical Stiles. He's nice enough, but not too high on the social ladder if you know what I mean."
"Okay, thanks for the info I guess." Kinley responded. "But I really don't care about social standing all that much. I won't even be here long enough to gain a reputation."
"Army brat?" She asked.
"Something like that." Kinley replied.
"Hmm. My dad was in the Marines." Lydia told her.
"Was?" Kinley questioned but she never got her answer. Out of nowhere, they heard sirens.
An ambulance, three cop cars, and the Sheriff's car showed up. Everyone outside stopped what they were doing and looked over at the chaos. The gym teacher, a big burly man, saw the commotion and acted quickly. He yelled that everyone go inside and leave the police to do their job. Most went in willingly, but Stiles put up a fight. "My dad's the Sheriff, just let me-." She heard Stiles yell as the gym teacher pushed him inside. The gym teacher then noticed her and Lydia and shooed them inside as well.
Lydia shrugged in an "oh well" sort of way and walked back in. The two walked back towards where their Chem class was.
"Well, class is almost over. I think we can separate now. See you!" She said and then left Kinley alone in the hallway. Kinley was not exactly sure what to do, but she definitely wanted to know why the police were on school property and if it had anything to do with her uncle's current case. However, every window she went to did not have a good view to see anything. She resigned to checking the news later and headed to her next class.
She again sat in the back of her next class, but decided she liked the teacher. He was short guy with wild dark brown hair who was very loud, obnoxious and did not take anything from his students. He was also pretty quick to anger as well. Her favorite part about him though was he had no idea she was new. She walked into the room, he looked at her quizzically for a moment and then just yelled at her to sit in her normal seat. Before she took her seat, he asked what her name was again. She told him and then proceeded to not inform the man that they had never met. Throughout this class, she found out he was the lacrosse coach and did not like to be called Mr. Finstock but coach by everyone.
Then halfway through class she got to see some of his real anger. Kinley was lucky with where her classroom was. She had a clear view of the ambulance that had shown up. And halfway through class a stretcher was seen being moved into the ambulance from the woods. Every single student rushed to the window to see what was happening. Coach yelled, but no one payed any attention. The body was covered and Kinley was wondering if it was another death, but then the person sat up so abruptly that the entire class jumped. At that moment Coach had enough, and said the last person in their seat would get an extra assignment tonight. The entire class ran back to their seats. A kid named Greenberg ended up being the unlucky kid with the extra assignment which really wasn't fair since his chair was the farthest from the window. Coach didn't seem to care about fair though.
The rest of the class went uninterrupted. The bell rang and that signaled time for lunch. Lunch was Kinley's least favorite part of the school day. Obviously to most people, that sounds odd, but this was the part of the day she was meant to socialize. She hated socializing. It was just a waste of time to her. She would be leaving this school and all the people too in no time at all. Her life was always easier unattached. One of the last schools she attended actually called her into the office, fearing that she was depressed because she did not talk to any of her peers. She at first felt slighted but then used it to her advantage. She ended up with about half the amount of work than usual.
She wandered the cafeteria looking for Penn and when she found her cousin, Penn was surrounded by new people. Sometimes Kinley would stick it out and let Penn introduce her and sit with all of her new pals, but Kinley wasn't up for it today. She made eye contact with her cousin letting her know, she was going to be elsewhere today. Kinley then found an empty table near the vending machines. She sat down, pulled out her book again and began to nibble on her lunch. As she sat there happy in her aloneness, a person sat down so abruptly that the cafeteria chair skidded across the floor, the table shook, and her water bottle nearly toppled over. Kinley quickly placed her hands on the table to steady it and grabbed the water bottle before it fell.
"Sorry." She heard a familiar voice say. She looked up and there was her apparently new friend Stiles. "Nice grab with the water. You have, like, Spider-Man reflexes." He told her.
"Thanks" she said quietly and then tried to go back to her book, but suddenly, another person sat there. It was the tan, shaggy haired boy Stiles was talking to in their world history class. He was just shorter than Stiles but more muscular. His jaw also looked a little uneven.
"Hey," He said to her and then turned to Stiles. "So are we going to talk about the thing we're supposed to deal with?" He asked Stiles cryptically.
Stiles just said "Ah, not now. We'll figure something out later." Stiles then introduced the boy as Scott McCall. Before Kinley could learn any more about the boy, someone else then joined their table. It was Lydia, and if Kinley didn't know better, she would have sworn Scott and Stiles were just as surprised as she was by Lydia's presence.
"Figure what out?" She asked looking at the three of them.
"Nothing. Homework." Scott replied.
Stiles then whispered to Scott. "Why is she sitting with us?"
Kinley guessed right. This was all very strange for everyone.
Then they were joined by even more people. Kinley, Stiles and Scott all had the same confused look on their face each time someone sat down. Everyone else acted like this was the normal seating arrangement. A kid she found out was named Danny sat on Stiles other side. Danny was a tall, tan, very muscular guy. He had short dark hair and high cheek bones. His features seemed to indicate he was at least part Hawaiian. Then Jackson sat at the head of the table, and finally a very pretty, slender, dark haired girl sat next to Scott across from Kinley. Kinley learned this girl was Allison. Kinley was thinking of reasons to leave when then Danny brought up a topic she was very interested in.
"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny told the table.
"I heard mountain lion." Jackson responded.
"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia said condescendingly and then looked at Jackson and changed her tone. "Isn't it?" She questioned herself.
Jackson being the giant jackass he seemed to be just replied, "Who cares. It was probably just some homeless tweaker who was just going to die anyway."
While everyone was discussing Kinley took out her phone and began to search for articles dealing with mysterious animal bites and beacon hills. She was finding a lot, which should surprise her, but it didn't. She did however find a video clip of the current attack. Before she could watch it, Stiles spoke up.
"Actually I just found out who it is. Check it out."
Stiles displayed his phone with the same video Kinley was about to watch. Wow, he is good, Kinley thought. Most people can't sift through footage that quickly and get something viable.
The whole table gathered around the phone to watch the video. The video showed police walking around a gruesomely bloody bus and said that the victim was Garrison Meyers. The victim survived the attack but was in the hospital under critical condition. The Sheriff's department was not offering many more details. The video ended and Scott looked a little queasy.
"I know this guy." Scott told the table. "Yeah, when I used to take the bus when I lived with my dad. He was the driver." The table looked a little horrified, but Lydia did not seem to care.
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please." Lydia said. "Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" She looked at Allison who seemed to have no idea what she was talking about. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
"We were thinking about what we were going to do." Allison replied hesitantly.
"Well, I am not sitting at home again watching lacrosse videos. If we are all hanging out..." Lydia looked at everyone including Kinley. "We are doing something fun."
Scott did not seem so up on the idea, but Allison was having a hard time saying no to Lydia. Allison said she thought it might be fun. Jackson had a complete opposite take on the whole idea. He basically said he would rather poke out his own eyes than do this. Lydia hit him and he kept his opinions to himself.
Allison then looked over at Kinley. "It could be fun though, right?"
Kinley looked around to make sure Allison was really speaking to her. "Oh I am not one for going out all that often." Kinley replied.
Lydia interrupted. "Oh you have to come and..." She said the next part like it was being forced out of her mouth. "And Stiles too." Kinley was not liking this at all.
"I really don't think-" Kinley began.
"No, we're all doing something. Oh how about bowling? Jackson you love to bowl." Lydia suggested enthusiastically.
"Yeah with actual competition." Jackson retorted.
Allison then had a challenge accepted sort of face and was completely into the idea. This did make Kinley like her more. Allison seemed to be planning on wiping the smug look of Jackson's face by the time they finished bowling. Kinley was behind that idea. Scott looked like he was about to throw up when he said he could sort of bowl until Jackson confronted him too. He then looked exactly like Allison. These two would either make a great pair or kill each other. Yeah, this was definitely a night Kinley was going to skip.
"So Kinley, you and Stiles in as well?" Lydia asked.
"I think, I'll pass." Kinley replied. "But thanks." And before Lydia could protest, Kinley got up from the way over crowded table and headed to her next class.
Kinley and Penn were back at what was their home for the next few months, The Blue Rose Motel. Since they never stayed anywhere too long, they would reserve two rooms at the towns local motel instead of renting a place. It was a lot easier and quicker if they needed to get out of town fast. This place was not the worst they had ever stayed. The rooms had newly painted walls and fresh sheets. There was no weird cigarette smell. They even had a little kitchenette area with a small table and mini fridge. Compared to some motels this was paradise.
"So tell me how you got to sit at the most popular table in school today?" Penn asked Kinley.
Kinley was tacking-up her postcards on the wall on her motel room above her bed, trying as hard as she could to ignore her cousin.
Kinley collected postcards from every place she visited. She always tried to get the town name on them, but some of the places they went were so small that they didn't have their own postcards. Kinley would then get one that had the state name on it instead. Originally, they were all tacked onto a bulletin board, but lately, her collection was getting too large and began spreading to the wall. This was the only tradition Kinley really had. Her family moved too much and really didn't pay too close attention to holidays. So she liked displaying her postcards to remember all the places and things that happened.
"Seriously, how does my cousin, antisocial champion, end up with the most popular kids. You have to tell me." Penn begged.
Penn loved school gossip and Kinley was not a fan of it at all. Penn was currently on her own motel room bed not doing her English reading like she was supposed to. They shared a room usually and Kinley's uncle also known as Penn's dad had the adjoining room to himself. Right now Kinley wished she had her own room.
"I told you, I don't know. I met Stiles this morning and he and his friend Scott sat down and then the rest followed. I was really hoping to sit alone but that did not happen." She told her cousin. Her cousin just started laughing at her. "What?" Kinley asked irritatedly.
"It's just hilarious. Most kids would kill to sit there while you would kill to move. It's just funny. Out of all the people they could decide to adopt, they decide you." She teased.
"Shut up!" Kinley yelled and through a pillow at her cousin. "And I was going to move but I had a reason to stay." She said.
"I bet you was that guy next to you? He was cute in a nerdy sort of way." Penn responded.
"That's Stiles and that's not what I'm talking about. They were discussing the latest death. The town thinks animal attack. Stiles then found a video that said this victim was still alive and at the local hospital." Kinley said and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Wanna check it out?"
Penn changed from girly 16 year old to her hunter game face. "Definitely. Did they say which hospital?" She asked.
"No, but there only seems to be one big enough in town to handle this type of case. Beacon Hills Hospital."
"Alright, let's go." Her cousin replied.
Kinley and Penn arrived at the hospital and then followed the signs to the ICU ward. It was fairly large building so the two decided to split up. Kinley went right and Penn left. Kinley wandered trying to look like she knew where she was going but still getting a quick glance into each room.
Then something caught her eye. It was Scott McCall, Stiles friend from school. He got a strange look on his face and then he began to walk. He seemed to walk with a new found purpose. Her instincts told her to follow him, so she did. He led her to a room not too far from where they were. He slipped in and shut the door. There were blinds, but you could still see most of the room through them. She saw Scott pull the blue curtain and reveal Mr. Meyers, the bus driver in the bed. Mr. Meyers looked asleep and had tubes and wires going in and out of him. He seemed stable. Scott looked the man over and then seemed like he was asking the bedridden man something. She couldn't hear what Scott was saying, but Mr. Meyers turned to Scott, and the moment Mr. Meyers recognized who Scott was, he began to freak out. Mr. Meyers jumped up and grabbed Scott's sweatshirt. Scott tried to tear it away from the man, but he couldn't. A nurse with curly black hair then came in and rushed Scott out of the room, yelling at him as he turned to leave.
Scott then ran out to the door and pushed it open. Kinley barely had enough time to move before the door swung into her. If she moved one second later, she would have been knocked out by the door. She saw Scott run off. A young nurse with long brown hair and bright red lipstick came and asked if she needed any help, but Kinley ignored her and ran after Scott. He couldn't have gotten too far. However, that did not seem like the case. She walked out of the ICU doors and there was no sign of him.
Kinley found Penn and filled her in on their drive back to the motel.
"You know what this means right?" Penn asked her while fiddling with the radio. Kinley really wished people would obey the whole driver picks the music rule. Kinley had saved up to have her own car. It was a beat up blue toyota corolla, but it was her beat up blue toyota corolla. She let Penn borrow it regularly. They tended to share the responsibilities of it. But Penn was now putting on sugary pop music and Kinley much preferred rock or alternative.
"It means Scott knows something and we need to find out what." Kinley replied. "He went to see that man for a reason and he seemed worried about him."
"Well, yes that too, but it also means you have to go on a date." Penn replied.
"What? How does it mean that? Your brain jumps in ways no one can understand." She told her crazy cousin.
"Didn't you just tell me you were invited out with all of his friends. What better way to find out what he knows then when his guard is down around his friends? Kinley, this situation is perfect. Almost too perfect. You cannot pass it up." Her cousin told her.
Kinley was with Jackson on the whole idea of this giant triple date that she somehow found herself set up on. How did she even end up in this situation anyways? Stiles didn't even ask her. Lydia just grouped them together. The whole thing just felt so awkward and weird.
"No, I am not doing that. It is too weird. We have millions of ways of getting information. This is not one of them. Besides, you know your dad hates when we do our own recon especially if he can't supervise."
Penn just laughed. "Are you serious? That is your argument? What did we just do and when have you ever listened to any of my Dad's rules? I swear he makes fake ones just so you will do the opposite, and he'll get what he wants. You are going on this date whether you like it or not. Dad also says the easiest way to recon is the best. If you're given an opportunity you have to take it. It might be our only shot."
Kinley sighed. She thought about it and really wanted to have something to say back but there was nothing. Penn was right. This situation was the perfect way for them to get the information they needed. It was social and people tended to be more open and honest around people they were comfortable with. Also at this stage, they won't suspect her as a threat at all. She didn't push for this to happen or manipulate any circumstances. To them, she was just the new girl and asking questions was not odd for the new girl.
"Fine." Kinley said in a huff. "But I'm not happy about this." She told her cousin. "Also we're not telling Uncle Sam about this, right?"
"No, we'll keep it to ourselves. My dad would never believe you were going on a social outing voluntarily anyway. He would know something was up. We'll just say we are going out, and I will go and find something to do."
Kinley was already regretting this decision.
The next day Kinley was expecting to have a very awkward lunch trying to re-invite herself to the bowling outing, but luckily for her, that did not happen. As Kinley was getting her books out of her locker for her first period history class, Allison walked up.
"Hi, Kinley right?" She asked.
"Yeah," Kinley said tentatively.
"I know this is going to sound weird but can you please come bowling with us tonight? I could really use another friendly face."
Kinley was wholeheartedly surprised by this. Before she could answer, Allison kept talking.
"I know, odd right? I am new to this school too and Lydia has kind of adopted me in a weird sort of way, but I don't think that Scott gets along that well with Jackson; and Lydia is no help there. And I really like Scott and don't want this night to be ruined. I know if Stiles was there, it would be a little better because then when Lydia drags me off, he has someone to talk to besides Jackson. But Stiles won't go and be the fifth wheel on this so I need you to agree to go. It doesn't have to be a date thing with Stiles. I just..." She finally ran out of steam and took a breath, Kinley took this moment to interrupt.
"I'll go." Kinley said. "Really, it sounds fun." She lied.
"Really?" Allison asked. "I mean I don't want to ruin your night or anything."
"No, you're not ruining anything. I just don't usually partake in these things since I don't stay places very long. It's just habit to decline every invitation I get." That was not exactly a lie.
"I know what you mean. My dad has moved us around a lot. Trust me, you won't regret this. You're the best! Oh, just make it seem like it was your idea to Stiles. I don't want him to think it's a pity thing or anything. He really is a great guy."
"Not a problem and I like Stiles. He seems fun." All of the lying, rang inside her head. She would have to admit Stiles seemed competent. He did find the news video at the same time she did. If she was going to be paired with anyone, that is who she would have picked.
"Oh Thank you, thank you!" Allison said and hugged Kinley quickly. "So meet Lydia and me after school and we'll hang out before we head out with the boys!" Allison squealed and then danced off happily down the hallway before Kinley could comment on the girl hang out time.
It was one thing to go on a fake date for Intel, it was a whole other to have to have girl time before it. She didn't even like girl time when Penn wanted to do it. Kinley was never one for makeup and dresses. She never painted her nails. She wore the same jewelry everyday and it had nothing to do with fashion. They were all sentimental pieces. The only girl part about her was her use of concealer and eye liner and that just because she was so pale, it helped her not get asked if she was sick.
This was going to be a disaster, she thought.
Kinley walked into her World History class which she had with Scott, Stiles, and Jackson. Stiles waved her over, and she obliged and sat next to him and Scott. Jackson seemed happy across the classroom, and Kinley was perfectly fine with that. As she sat next to the boys, she really just wanted to ask Scott why he broke into the hospital room but obviously refrained. Instead, she leaned over to Stiles.
"Are you going to the bowling thing tonight?" She asked him.
He looked at her in shock. "Why?" He asked back.
"Well, I was thinking about going and I was hoping you would be there." She told him and tried to sound flirtatious. She could usually fake flirtation pretty well with suspects. She had always been noticed for her decent size chest and small waist. She never really paid much attention to it. She never put much stock in her appearance, but and it made the suspects easy to manipulate. However, it was harder with Stiles. She really didn't want to manipulate him. She wasn't sure why though. That was something to worry about at later time.
"Oh." He flushed but tried to keep cool. "Yeah, I was thinking about it. I am a pretty decent bowler." He boasted nonchalantly.
"You are, huh?" She question. "I guess we'll see you ends up on top tonight."
Stiles went slack jawed at her statement. "Yeah, I-I guess we will." Stiles stammered.
Kinley just raised one eyebrow and swiveled to face toward the front of the class. She laughed a little at his reaction but tried to hide the fact that she did.
Okay, maybe she could flirt with Stiles a little, she decided. That was more for her amusement than to get something out of him. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
The rest of the day went by quicker than she wanted. The morning breezed by. She told Lydia that she was going if she still wanted her to. Lydia seemed pleased, but she did not seem to care all that much. It was the best response Kinley could have hoped for, she guessed. At lunch, she opted for sitting with her cousin instead of the group. She would get enough of them tonight. Stiles stopped by for a bit and she introduced them but then Scott dragged him away to talk. Penn just mocked Kinley and her new found 'boyfriend' for the rest of the hour.
The afternoon then sped by as well and before Kinley knew it, she found herself standing in front of the school waiting for Lydia and Allison. She dreaded this. She heard a horn honk. She looked up and saw Lydia driving and Allison sitting in the passenger seat waving her in. She hopped in the car and they drove to Allison's house.
Allison lived in the epitome of a suburban house. It was one of those large cookie-cutter mansions that suburbanites loved. It was just like everyone else's but still unique enough to recognize. It was still a nice house. The three of them walked into the foyer and Kinley saw the place was impeccably put together with nice furniture and artwork. Yet, it had a very cozy feeling.
The girls all went up to Allison's room on Lydia's orders. Allison's room was very neat and put together. Kinley guessed her favorite color was purple do to the vast amount in her room. However, Kinley did like the Celtic symbols she saw that decorated the room. Kinley guessed they were just for decoration but they were interesting to look at.
Lydia looked at both girls and said both of them needed to change in order to become date worthy. Kinley had no other clothes with her and was confused about what she would be wearing. Lydia then went rifling through Allison's closet throwing things out and then grabbing others. She then handed Kinley a few items and Allison a few items.
"Go try them on." She told them.
"These are Allison's I can't wear-" Kinley tried to say.
"Don't be crazy. This is what we girls do. Right Allison?" Lydia said.
"Of course. What's mine is yours." She replied and sounded genuinely happy to be sharing with her.
"Thanks." Kinley replied, completely not used to this. She hoped they would fit her. Allison was taller and more slender than she was. She guessed she would find out when she put them on. "Is there a bathroom I can change-"
Lydia cut her off again. "You can just change in here."
"I know but there is only one mirror and wanted to touch up my hair." Kinley told her.
It seemed like a good enough excuse. It wasn't that Kinley was uncomfortable changing in front of other girls, she just hated questions. She had been ghost, demon, supernatural whatever hunting since she was little and it will rack up a few scars. She hated explaining them. Besides, the less you have to lie the easier it is to get by. You have to remember and focus on much less when speaking.
"Yeah, the bathroom is down the hall on the right." Allison told her.
Kinley walked out and shut the door. She turned to head to where Allison said the bathroom was and almost hit a fairly large man. This must have been Allison's dad. He was tall and built with piercing blue eyes. Then unlike his daughter, had very light blonde hair that was cut very short. He had to be at least in his mid 40s but looked younger.
"Ann?" he said and looked at her like he was seeing a ghost.
"Excuse me." Kinley replied.
He shook his head and snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in. "Sorry." He said to her. "You just...you look so familiar. Have I met you before?"
"Nope. I am brand new to this town. I must just have one of those faces." She told him.
"Yeah," He said skeptically and looked her over one more time. "Must be."
Kinley walked around him and headed for the bathroom not quite sure what to think about what just happened. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her pale skin shined under the fluorescent light. She swore she would be translucent one day if she got anymore pale. Her hair was in a ponytail, but she took it down and let her slightly wavy hair fall to her shoulders. She flipped her head upside down and back up to give her hair a little volume. The clothes Lydia picked weren't that bad. It was a moss green top with a lace overlay and a black tie around the middle. She then wore her own blue/gray jeans and short black boots with a slight heel. The look was not as bad as she anticipated. Once she put her usual leather jacket over it, she looked like Kinley just a little more styled.
Kinley left the bathroom satisfied with how she looked for the night and headed back to Allison's room. In the room, she saw Allison's Dad talking to the two girls. Allison did not look too pleased. Kinley slipped by him to hear what they were talking about.
"No one is allowed out past 9:30pm." Allison was about speak but her dad cut her off. "Hey, no more arguing." He stated and then left to signal the the conversation was over.
Allison let out a frustrated sigh.
"Someone's daddy's little girl." Lydia antagonized.
"Sometimes." Allison replied with a sly look.
"What?" Kinley asked as she watch Allison walk over to her desk and grab a grey winter hat and then to the window.
"But not tonight." Allison said and opened the window. She then proceeded to walk out of the window onto the roof.
"What are you doing?" Lydia asked, looking quite frightened.
Kinley and Lydia then watch as the girl did a double flip off the roof and landed only a little wobbly on her front lawn in the front bushes. Kinley was thoroughly impressed. Kinley then walked out onto the roof and followed in Allison's footsteps. She only did one flip but landed much steadier. Allison high-fived Kinley for her landing. Lydia stared open mouthed at the two of them. Maybe these girls were not as bad as Kinley thought they were. Well, at least Allison wasn't. She had some amazing skills.
"8 years gymnastics." Allison told Lydia and then Lydia looked at Kinley for her explanation.
"Yeah, same pretty much." Kinley lied. Kinley had done some acrobat fight training and learned quite a few things.
"Are you coming? Allison asked Lydia.
"I'll take the stairs." Lydia replied.
The girls walked into the bowling alley. Kinley looked around not exactly what sure to expect. The bowling alley was full of other groups and was buzzing with noise of game machines and people hooting for their strikes and spares. She guessed that was the norm, especially on a friday night.
Kinley realized she had not been in a bowling alley since she was at least 8, if not younger. Her family was not big on traditional outings. They had gone shooting as a family and they would eat together sometimes. However, family game nights of monopoly were never in her future.
The boys were already there and had a lane ready for them. They were all just a few lanes from the right wall. Jackson was sitting alone looking like her had better places to be. Scott and Stiles were speaking in hushed tones to each other. Kinley wanted to know about what.
As the girls walked up, all the boys stood to greet them. Allison ran up to Scott and gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek. Lydia sauntered over to Jackson and kissed him hard on the mouth. Jackson even grabbed her ass a little. He seemed to love doing that especially in public places. The display between the two was almost too much for being in public, but it was so quick no one noticed. Stiles walked up to Kinley.
"Hey, ready to bowl?" He asked.
"Not really but we'll see." She replied sheepishly.
"Why not?" He asked and handed her her bowling shoes. "It's the easiest sport in the world. You just have to knock things over."
"I just can't remember the last time I was bowling, but I'm pretty sure it was so long ago, I used that ramp thing to move the ball down the lane." Kinley replied.
Stiles let out a laugh but recomposed himself. "Sorry, it's just I am really kind of excited to see how this goes."
Kinley playfully hit him or so she thought. He let out a pretty real "ow" afterwards. She really needed to realize her own strength sometimes.
Lydia decided they should play on teams. Each "couple" would be a team and their combined scores would declare the winner. No one really protested the idea.
The game proceeded as Kinley expected. Allison was fairly decent hitting mostly spares with a few strikes. Jackson was a bit better than her hitting more strikes. Lydia had Jackson help her on every turn and hit maybe an average of 6 at a time. Stiles was about as good as Allison maybe better. Then there was Scott and her. Neither had hit more than 4 pins the entire game. It was not looking good.
It was Kinley's turn next and Jackson was already laughing. She saw Stiles glare at him. This time Stiles got up with her. "I know you said you didn't want help but don't you want to wipe that smug look off of Jackson's face by getting a strike."
Kinley looked at Stiles and he was giving her this funny smirk that made her laugh out loud. It also made her relax a little. "Okay, you can help, but just this one time." She gave in.
Stiles stood behind her with his hand over hers. "Now, the ball will go where your thumb is pointing. So position your hand in the ball like that." Kinley nodded to signify she had done just that. "Now we're going to swing your arm back and then bring it forward. Then when I say let go, let go of the ball and try to keep your thumb pointing toward the center. Ready?" She nodded.
Stiles did exactly as he said he would. She let go of the ball and it went down the lane straight as an arrow. It hit the front pin just slightly right and then all of them fell over. "Woohoo!" Kinley shouted and turned to Stiles. His face was beaming back at her. She jumped up excitedly and hugged him. He pulled her in and even lifted her off the ground.
"Now that is how it's done!" Stiles said to Jackson as they sat down. He then looked at Scott. "Sorry buddy." He told him.
"Yeah, yeah." Scott said softly and stared at the floor.
Allison then gave Stiles a bring it on face which he mirrored hysterically. Kinley laughed at the two of them. Allison followed Scott up to the front and whispered something in his ear. Scott then also bowled a perfect strike. Jackson did not look pleased.
"What did you say to him?" Lydia asked.
"I just gave him something to think about." Allison replied vaguely.
For the rest of the game Scott was perfect. Kinley could start to see Jackson's neck turn more red every time Scott went up. For a little while Scott and Allison were even beating Jackson and Lydia. They ended up tying at the end of the night much to Jacksons disappoint. Kinley got better but still only managed that one strike the whole game. All in all it was not a bad time.
Throughout the night she kept trying to get Scott to talk about the attacks, but there were too many people for him to really say anything besides what she already knew. She did find out Stiles dad was the Sheriff. That could definitely come in handy at some point. Also, this night was building up trust between her and Scott's friends. Maybe Stiles would even tell her something eventually. So the night was not wasted, she decided.
After they finished their game, the boys went back to play some pinball games while the girls took the shoes back and chatted a bit. Kinley excused herself when she saw Jackson and Scott having a hushed conversation over a pinball machine. Jackson was playing and Scott was watching. Stiles was busy playing a racing game not too far. By the words he was yelling, he didn't seem to be doing well. This was Kinley's shot to learn something.
She walked over and put herself in the hallway that led to the bathrooms. From here, she could just make out what they were saying.
"Listen, I know we both didn't want to be here, but the thing is we both don't have to hate each other." Scott told Jackson. So Kinley was not the only one not happy about tonight.
"I don't hate you. I just don't believe you. You know, you got everyone thinking everything's fine and normal about you, but I know something's off. You cheated." Jackson accused.
"How do you cheat at bowling?" Scott asked.
"I don't know, but you did. And I don't know if it's steroids or something weirder. I'm guessing something weirder since it's pretty obvious you are and so are your two little friends. So don't think for a second I've given up on finding out what your little secret is." Jackson told him.
Scott tensed up at Jackson's words. Kinley could not tell if it was because Scott was worried Jackson new something or Scott was trying to look tough to his new rival. "I don't have any secret." Scott stated.
Jackson ignored his tough demeanor and hit the side of the pinball machine with a good deal of force.. "Yeah you do. And here's the other thing, I don't know why, but I think whatever it is you're hiding, you don't want her to find out either." Jackson threatened and turned toward Allison. Kinley moved quickly further into the hallway to make sure she wasn't seen. She then saw Scott walk past. Jackson's threat must have hit home to Scott.
Kinley was not sure what she had just heard, but apparently she was not the only one who thought Scott McCall had a secret. She really wasn't considering Jackson an ally in any way. His motives were different than hers. His ego was bruised and he wanted to take Scott down. Kinley might want the same thing but only if Scott was the one causing all the trouble in Beacon Hills.
Kinley waited a moment before leaving the hallway. She walked back over to the girls. It was like she was never gone. Lydia yelled for Jackson to take her home and the rest just followed suit. Allison asked if it would be okay if she took Scott back in her car, and since Jackson was driving Lydia, if it was okay to leave Stiles to take her home. She told her that was fine and let the actual couples go.
She found that Stiles drove the oldest blue jeep she had ever seen, but he could drive stick and that made him a few points..
"So I hope this whole night was not too awkward for you? I know you were kind of pushed into coming." Stiles said as he turned out of the parking lot.
Kinley was shocked by how straight forward he was. "I wasn't pushed into it." She lied.
He rolled his eyes and looked at her skeptically. "I know Allison talked to you. Scott told me. As much as I wanted to spend time with you because you seem fun and I know being the new kid sucks. I really didn't need the pity." He replied.
"Look, no one makes me do anything I don't want. If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't have been." She argued.
Stiles looked at her skeptically again. "Really? Even with Allison begging you to come." He responded.
"Why would I care? I am going to be gone in max 2 months or maybe even next week. Her heartbreak really wouldn't affect my life all that much." Kinley replied.
Stiles attitude changed slightly. "What do you mean gone?" He questioned.
"My family travels. This is my 2rd school this year and we're not even a few weeks into the first semester. And yes that is mostly the reason why I don't accept invites to outings with new friends. Why bother making new friends when you're just going to leave them behind."
Stiles turned down the music that was playing. "So you're telling me you have no friends anywhere. You've never been anywhere and made a good enough friend to even keep it touch." He asked.
"Nope." She said matter a factly. "Never."
"That's sad." He replied. "I am going to change that." He stated like it was such a simple thing to do.
"What?" She replied, thoroughly confused on his thought process.
"I refuse for you to leave Beacon Hills and not have someone to keep in touch with. Once you leave I will at least require a phone call every two weeks or an email update. Those are my terms." Kinley just rolled her eyes at him. "Besides what's better than your first date being the one who keeps in touch with you?"
Kinley was not happy with this change of conversation. "Okay, 1," She said irritatedly. "You are not my first date." Stiles looked at her skeptically for a third time. "And two I don't need your pity either. I have accepted my life and it's not like I don't have anyone. I have my cousin and my uncle. I am not some poor pathetic friendless girl who is desperate for friends."
"Yes you are." He replied, confident in his statement.
Kinley jaw dropped, and she was getting more frustrated by the minute. "Fine. If I am the poor pathetic friendless girl, then you are the guy who needs pity to get a date." She retorted.
"Ouch. Tough words coming from someone with no friends. At least I have a friend who isn't related to me." He replied egging her on.
She let out a frustrated groan. "I'm really not one you want to fight with."
"No, I really think you are. This is so amusing. I think I can see steam rising from your head." He then waved his hand over her head. "Yup, it's warm."
She punched him in the arm.
"Ow. You know, hitting in an argument like this is supposed to be playful not painful." He told her and rubbed his arm. "I think you left a bruise."
Kinley laughed at him. Then a loud buzzing started coming from Stiles pocket. He pulled out his phone and looked at it. He mouthed, "my dad" and answered the call.
"Yo, it's Stiles." He answered. "No, Dad I don't have your charger. I swear. I swear. I am looking for it now and don't see it." He didn't even move his eyes off the road for a second to look. "I know yours is the one with the blue tape. Yes, I don't-"
Kinley held up a blue taped charger that was sitting at her side. Stiles face contorted into a sort of "now i'm in trouble face." He mouthed "crap" and went back to talking to his dad.
"Oh wait. Here it is." Stiles lied with fake surprise in his voice. It was not very convincing. "My friend was sitting on it... Yes, I will bring it to the station... Now? I can't- Fine. I'm on my way." He closed the phone and looked at Kinley. "Mind if we stop at the Sheriff's Station? My dad needs his charger and he might kill me if I don't bring, and since he's the Sheriff, he will get away with it."
"Yeah, that's fine. Let's go."
The station was not very large but that fit for the town. Stiles walked in and no one questioned them as they walked passed the reception area and into the back. He knocked on the frame of his dad's open office door. His dad waved them in and each of them sat down.
Kinley looked around the office. It was a small wood paneled room that was bursting with files and papers. On the wall was a case map. She looked at the pictures on it. They were images of animals and news clippings of the past animal attacks. One picture stuck out. It was an image of a dead deer with a spiral drawn on to it. Kinley was not sure what that was, but made sure to keep that symbol in the back of her mind in case it came up again.
"Okay, we will have units down there ASAP. Thanks, Ms. McCall. Talk to you soon." He hung up the phone and looked at his son. The Sheriff didn't say anything, he just held out his hand. Stiles placed the charger in it and moved back in his seat.
As this exchange occurred Kinley couldn't help wonder why the Sheriff was talking to Scott's mom. She knew this town was small but this seemed too coincidental. More and more things were leading her to Scott McCall. She no longer had a hunch he was involved, she knew he was somehow involved.
"Next time, I take your charger and never give it back. Have fun with no phone." The Sheriff told his son.
"Sorry dad." Stiles replied.
Stiles dad rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Yeah, sorry means you won't do it again. I'm not going to hold my breathe." Now, she saw where Stiles got his sarcasm.
"Sorry, I can't stay and meet your lovely new friend. Hi, Sheriff Stilinski." He introduced himself and held out his hand. Kinley shook it and said hello. "Now take this girl home before I write both of you up for being out past the police enforced curfew. I won't be the parent setting the bad example. I do have to be elected to my position." He told Stiles. "It was nice to meet you." He said to Kinley and then began to walk out the door ushering the two with him.
"Wait, wait, Dad where are you going? Why were you on the phone with Scott's mom. Isn't she on shift at the hospital right now?" Stiles asked in quick succession.
Hanging out with Stiles was proving more helpful than she anticipated. All the questions she was going to follow the Sheriff for might be answered now.
The Sheriff hesitated and Stiles stared him down. The Sheriff let out a sigh and told Stiles, "The animal attack victim, Mr. Meyer's succumbed to his wounds. He died a few minutes ago."
Stiles eyes went wide with fear. "Oh," was all he said though. Kinley could tell he was trying to hide his actual response to hearing about Mr. Meyers.
"It's things like this that make the curfew necessary. Now go home!" The Sheriff demanded and dragged the both of them to Stiles car. Well, he dragged Stiles. Kinley happily moved outside. The sooner she got home, the sooner, she could tail the Sheriff and get more information on Mr. Meyer's now death.
When the two were back in the car, Stiles was really jumpy and he was driving more recklessly. He never missed a yellow light and turns were made quicker than they should have been. Kinley almost feared that the jeep would turn over. He kept saying sorry, but didn't change his behavior. So she guessed he didn't mean it. He pulled in front of the motel she was staying at. She explained him it was a temporary place before they got settled.
"Sorry to end this so abruptly, but I don't want my dad taking the heat for me being out late and ignoring the curfew. I'll see you at school monday?" He told her at rapid speed.
"Yeah," She replied and hopped out of the car and shut the door.
"Great!" He yelled out the window as he backed out of the parking spot and then sped off down the street.
There was no way Stiles was on his way home, one because she was pretty sure his place was in the opposite direction. Allison pointed it out as they drove home from school, and two, his frantic change in demeanor ever since he heard the bus driver was dead. Stiles knew something about Scott and he was doing something about it now.
Kinley told Penn of the nights events. The two decided to follow up at the hospital, but by the time they got there, the police were gone and the body was in the morgue. They debated sneaking in and checking to see what the wounds looked liked. It might help them determine what kind of creature they were dealing with. But if they got caught, not only would she lose all trust with the new suspects, but Uncle Sam would be furious. He didn't mind them doing things on their own, but breaking laws, he tried to keep those to a minimum, and breaking into a morgue was breaking a big one.
The two decided they would tell their Uncle what they found out and that he would most likely take on the job of breaking into the hospital and stealing the autopsy report.
When the two got home, Sam was asleep. They could hear him snoring in the adjoining room. Kinley poked her head in and saw his was slumped over his desk. He seemed younger to her when he slept. He was now in his late 40s but the gray hair and beard made him look like he was in his 50s. Kinley poked him awake and ushered him into his bed. This was a typical thing that happened. He would work until he could no longer keep his eyes open and then work some more. So Kinley was there to take him to bed and make sure he got some rest. Penn would help, but it was mostly Kinley.
After Kinley's parents died, she had a constant need to do something all the time. She stayed up late and cleaned or just puttered around. So when she noticed that her uncle would constantly fall asleep at his desk, she got used to moving him into bed. She slept better now. She normally got around 4 hours of sleep and sometimes more. Penn always slept through her nonesense. Penn could sleep through anything. Kinley knew it was odd that she took care of Sam over his own daughter, but Sam and Kinley had kind of always babied Penn a little. She still had that bright hope in her that gets taken away when you do this job too long and too much is taken from you. Kinley was pretty sure Sam was setting Penn up to leave this lifestyle for a more apple pie type one.
Kinley would never leave. Her whole life had always been demons and monsters whether they were flesh and blood or in her head. She'd been in too deep from the start, and there was no way of pulling her out.
The girls planned to tell Sam everything when they got up the next morning, but by the time they woke up, Sam was gone. Kinley took this time to catch up on some sleep and a little bit of homework. Sam didn't back back until late that night. When he finally came back, and with dinner in hand, pizza, a staple in their house, the girls and their uncle sat in the small motel "kitchen area," and the girls filled him in on everything they had found so far. He nodded during their story and didn't seemed too upset about them tailing the police or skulking around the hospital. It was something else that seemed to put him off.
"What did you same that Allison girl's last name was?" Sam inquired.
"Argent. Why?" Kinley asked before taking a bite of her pizza. Penn seemed just as confused as Kinley by his question.
"You didn't meet her parents by chance did you?" Sam asked.
"I met her dad, his name is Chris. What is this about?" Kinley asked.
"Stay away from that family." He stated in a very stern tone and got up from the table and began clearing plates.
"What? Why?" Kinley wondered "And I wasn't finished with that." She said as he took her plate away. She was shocked at how intense he was being. He seemed to be cleaning but at a loss for what to clean next since they were using paper plates. She turned to face her uncle in the kitchen who had his back to her. "Are you going to answer my question?" Kinley pressed.
He stopped puttering and turn to face the two girls. "The Argents are another family of hunters, but they are not like us. They do not see in gray and they ruthless. I knew Gerard, that would be Allison's grandfather, and he was an unapologetic killer. Kinley, your mother knew Chris and he was the same and so was his sister Kate."
"He knew my mom? How?" She asked. No wonder Chris looked at her like that in the hallway. He must have recognized the resemblance between the two of them. Everyone told her she looked exactly like her mother when she was her age.
"They were sort of friends. They had worked together a few times, but it ended badly. That is all I am going to say about this. We are not working this case, if they are." Sam replied.
"What!? No! That's not fair." Kinley argued. "They knew mom. Maybe they know what happened that night. If we could just talk to -"
"NO, that is final. This conversation is over. Got it?" Sam yelled.
"But-" Kinley tried to argue.
Sam cut her off. "I said no!"
Kinley was furious. This was the first lead she ever had on her parents' deaths. How could her uncle, her mom's own brother, pass up this opportunity. She didn't care what he said, she was going to find out something whether he helped or not.
"Sam , please-" Kinley pushed.
"Kinley, enough! I won't have you arguing with me on this and if it continues, we will be out of this town tomorrow morning!" He shouted. Penn moved back a little in her chair because of his tone. He rarely got this angry, and when he did, he meant it
Kinley just stared at him, red faced, and then got up and went to the door. She left the motel and slammed the door behind her. Penn tried to follow her, but Kinley told Penn to leave her alone. Penn knew not to mess with Kinley when she was upset. Kinley ended up wandering the streets of the small downtown area of Beacon Hills, just walking and trying so hard to keep from crying. It always happened. She would get so angry it would turn to tears. She hated when it happened. She barely ever cried because it made her feel weak and she never wanted to feel weak.
As she wondered, she fought both tears and thinking about her parents. She rarely thought about her them anymore. It was the only way to keep herself going because the thought of that night crippled her. However, every once in awhile, like now, they would come back up and she could no longer fight the emotions. She found a park bench and sat down and just cried.
"So what are we doing out at this lovely and safe hour?" Kinley heard Stiles ask her. She could tell he was in his car by the sound of whirring engine.
"Leave me alone, Stiles." Kinley choked.
"Whoa, are you okay?" He asked, now noticing she was crying.
Kinley just ignored him and decided to leave the park bench and continue walking. She didn't need anyone's pity now. She heard the engine disappear and assumed that Stiles actually got the hint and left. She was surprised it was that easy but grateful. But then suddenly, a hand appeared on her shoulder and her instincts took over. She grabbed the hand bent down and then flipped the person over her shoulder.
"Okay, maybe I will listen to you next time." Stiles sputtered out as he laid on the ground.
Kinley gasped in surprise when she realized what she had done. She bent down and helped him up. "Oh God, Stiles I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you."
"Yeah, that makes sense." He said as he stood up. "The person who just spoke to you seconds ago is often surprising." He rubbed his neck and Kinley helped him to the bench she was on before. They both sat down.
"You were in your car. I heard the engine fade, I thought you left." She told him. She was trying to rid her face of any left over tears. She hated when people saw her cry. It was a rarity anyone ever did. She's pretty sure the only reason Penn and Sam had seen her cry was because they were at her parents funeral.
"Oh like you wanted me to. No. What fun would that be? I wouldn't have this awesome bruise on my back." He said and winced in pain. "Besides, I'm not going to leave a crying girl on the side of the road."
This made Kinley overly angry. She hated seeming pathetic and what was more pathetic than a poor, sad, crying girl seeking attention. Kinley couldn't handle the pity. She got off the bench and walked away. Not a good tactic, but one she was good at, just leaving.
"Whoa, hey wait, what did I say?" He called after.
"Nothing, I just..nothing." She told him as he caught up to her. "What are you even doing out this time of night anyway?" She asked him.
"You know, I could ask you the same question." He responded.
"True, but I asked you first." She argued.
"How first grade of you, but sure I'll bite. I was out with Scott. I just dropped him off and was on my way home. Your turn?" He replied.
"I just don't feel like being at home right now." She told him.
"Thank you for that detailed answer." He mocked her. "So instead of being home, you're going to wander the city all night. Yeah, that's safe." Stiles said sarcastically.
"I think I proved I can take care of myself. The bruise you'll have on your back will also remind you of it." Kinley retorted.
"You got me there." He confessed, "but do you really want to wander all night? I hear beds are wonderful things, very comfortable, plushie. C'mon, why don't you stay at my place? You can get a good nights sleep and be fresh to deal with whatever is happening at home tomorrow."
Kinley looked at him like he was crazy.
"I am not asking you to sleep with me." He said blatantly and Kinley choked out a laugh. "You would get a whole couch all to yourself and I will be far away, a whole floor up. What do ya say?" Kinley still wasn't convinced. "It has to be better than this park bench." He continued.
"Look, this is really nice of you and everything but really it's not necessary." She told him.
"Of course it's not necessary, but friends offer friends a place to stay when they need it." He replied and then added, "You know, I keep forgetting this is all new to you, having friends." He joked.
"Don't make me punch you again. You probably have enough bruises from me."
"I do." He replied and slightly moved away from her. "But I am not leaving you out here by yourself all night. So either you come back with me, and we both sleep; or we both stay here, and I resent you for the next week for making me lose valuable sleeping time. It's up to you."
Okay, he was being unfair. She couldn't make him stay out all night, especially with all the dangerous creatures running around. And there was also a police curfew they were breaking. She wasn't going to be the one who got Stiles in trouble.
"Fine." She agreed. "That tactic was low." She told him.
"I know, but it worked! C'mon, let's go."
They walked back to his jeep and Stiles opened the door for her. She got in as he walked over to the drivers side. The moment she shut her door, she leaned her head against the window of the car, and closed her eyes.