CHAPTER ONE:
Kyle looked at the car that waited for him outside of his house. The Argents had already moved to Beacon Hills, but Kyle knew he'd hear from Allison eventually. After all, they made a promise, and Kyle tried to believe in this one. He really did.
It had been a week since their move. School had already started in San Fran. He walked the halls by himself. Kyle was shoved into lockers, and forced into isolation. Allison had been his only friend, and now she was gone.
And now, he'd be gone to a strange family, that may or may not like him. He grabbed his trash bag, and walked down the stairs, feet heavy. They thudded once he got to the bottom. Mackenzie, his foster mom, glared at him. Kyle looked down— he knew he shouldn't have said anything. But the hope of getting out of this house made it seem like a good idea.
Lucy, his social worker, thanked Mackenzie and the two walked to the car. She questioned Kyle, but wasn't trying to listen. He had no questions on where he was going, wanted no answer to that question. Kyle had gotten used to being tossed around. He was a rag doll, always going back and forth, never stopped in one spot.
He climbed in the car, and put his headphones in. He turned on a podcast, and closed his eyes. The scenery slowly went from city to more country. Kyle thought about that promise, and how stupid he was to believe in it.
Then, you'll become an Argent.
Kyle rubbed his index finger and thumb together as he attempted to calm down. That panicked feeling in his chest rose up; it tightened around his ribs. His eyes popped open, and out the window he saw a neighborhood, much unlike San Fransisco. The car stopped.
"Ready, Kyle?" Lucy looked back at him. He pulled out his earbuds, unsure of where they were. After he grabbed his trash bag, Kyle saw a rather large house. It was white and pristine. He swallowed, thumb and index finger rubbed together. These people were fancy. These people were dangerous.
Lucy walked with him up. She knocked on the door. Kyle ducked his head down, but a familiar voice brought him back.
"Hey there, Kyle Harper."
He looked up, and saw his best friend there. Kyle grinned, "Hey there, Ally Argent."
"No, no Ally. I'm going to go by Allison here."
"But that's so boring."
"You're so boring."
She wrapped her arms around the smaller teen, and he placed his hands on her shoulders. Allison picked him up, his feet dangled off the ground slightly. Kyle grinned, ear to ear as he was put down. Allison took his hand, and the two walked up the stairs to his room. Kyle heard Lucy, Mr. and Mrs. Argent talk about protocol and how to get in contact with her if anything went wrong.
"Do you plan on adopting him?" Lucy asked that cold question. Kyle looked at Allison, who already went through his clothes and other belongings, putting them up in the closet. She looked over to Kyle, who put his finger up when she asked him what he was doing.
There was a pause.
"I think we'll figure it out in time, but I'm not against it. He'll call us Chris and Victoria to start out with, and we'll go from there."
He sighed, laughter from both a relieved and nervous part of him up at the surface. Allison grinned, "I told you that we'd make you an Argent. Now, come on. We're going to figure out the colors we should paint our rooms. I think you could do with a nice, calm blue."
Kyle smirked, "Does that mean you'll be a vibrant, wild red?" Allison rolled her eyes, and threw a jacket at him. He caught it, rolled it up and put it down. She rolled her eyes.
"You just wait— I know where you live."
"Yeah, I know where you live too, Argent."
She walked up to him, and fixed his shirt, "But, really, doesn't Kyle Argent have a nice ring to it?"
"Kyle anything-but-Harper-but-mainly-Argent has an amazing ring to it."
"Weirdo."
First day of school. He sat next to Allison, where they were both waiting on the bench for their principle. He fiddled with his hands, looked over shoulders. Perks of being a foster kid: always being on high alert. Kyle glanced over to Allison, who rummaged through her purse for a pen. She groaned, "Do you have a pen?"
"No? If anything, I'd thought you'd be the one prepared." Kyle shrugged, his lips pursed. She sighed. Her phone rang, suddenly. Kyle noticed the name Mom appear, and so he decided to tune out the conversation. He and Victoria hadn't seen eye to eye since he moved in. She had this vague anger management issue vibe that Kyle honestly wasn't too keen on. The principle came up to them, and tried to make small talk.
"Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be a last stop for a while.." He opened the door. Kyle stood awkwardly in front of the class, with Allison.
"Class, this is Allison Argent and Kyle Ha—"
"Argent." Kyle quickly clarified, "Kyle Argent."
Allison gave him an odd look. He shrugged, firm in where he stood with the whole Argent correction. She walked over and took a seat behind of a crooked jawed boy, with floppy hair and a sort of sweet smile. Kyle sat in behind another, who had buzzed hair and looked very intently at Allison and himself.
Kyle watched as the floppy haired boy gave Allison a pen.
She smiled, but he could see the look of confusion on her face, "Thanks." She replied.
Kyle didn't know how or why he did that. How did he know Ally needed a pen?
"Hey, what's your name?" The buzzed haired guy tapped Kyle on the shoulder.
"Didn't you hear? Kyle Argent." Kyle looked at him, "Can I borrow a pencil?"
"Why do you need a pencil?"
"Cause I don't have one?" Kyle replied back, simply. The guy rummaged through his backpack and handed him a mechanical pencil. Kyle thanked him, and went back to the teacher. The guy tapped Kyle again.
"Your last name isn't Argent. He was saying something else."
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Dude, does it really matter? I'm going to be an Argent, might as well not confuse everyone from the beginning."
"So, you aren't an Argent." He questioned again, leaned in slightly. Kyle looked at him. He was an odd bird, this one. Kyle, however, knew he had a point. He wasn't an Argent.
"Technically, no. What is your name, anyways?"
"Stiles Stilinski."
If the shoe fits. Kyle looked at the board, and began to write his notes. Stiles tapped him again, but he kindly ignored the other teenager.
Welcome to Beacon Hills, Kyle.
Kyle kept his head down at his locker, which happened to be situated next to Stiles. He watched Allison glance over at the floppy haired boy, who smiled at her. Kyle shook his head. Allison would be the one to make a romantic connection with a boy on their first day.
He watched as a redheaded girl sauntered up to her. He crossed his arms, that jealous feeling locked in his jaw. Kyle knew he shouldn't be jealous of his friend (Sister? How did this work?) making friends. He leaned against the locker, and almost slipped in his ear buds.
"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"
Stiles shrugged, "Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together."
"I wonder what that's like." Kyle didn't realize he had said anything before it was too late. He slipped in his earbuds, and bit on his lip. Stiles gave him a skeptical look, "But, aren't you her brother?" Kyle took out his ear buds.
"Y-yeah." Kyle shrugged, "I am."
Stiles gave him an odd look, "Then why aren't you herding with her? Don't you think as her brother you should get an in? Scott, help me out here." He said brother with a little too much emphasis for Kyle's liking; it wasn't mean the way he said it, just a little more pop than it should have. Sure, it wasn't official yet, but it would be soon enough.
Stiles swatted the floppy haired boy's chest, "Scott, it's impolite to stare."
Ah, his name was Scott. He looked at Allison like she was something else. And, she was. Kyle extended his hand to Scott, "Uh, hey. I'm Kyle, Scott. And you are?" Kyle smiled at the girl.
"Hey, I'm Renee." Renee grinned back, "So, you're Allison's brother?" She wrapped her hand around her backpack.
Stiles looked back and forth between the two of them, "You guys don't look anything alike."
Kyle shrugged, "I, uh, long story?" He fiddled with his earbuds, "I'm technically being fostered by them, but I'll be an Argent soon. Why make it harder for name changes when I can just start out strong?" He looked down at his iPod, "So, do you guys play sports here?"
"Lacrosse." Stiles and Renee both said at the same time.
Kyle nodded, "Cool. I don't play lacrosse— I was on the soccer team at my school." He looked over at Scott, who was still staring very intently at the group of Allison, Lydia and, he assumed, Lydia's boyfriend.
"Well, tryouts are today, so if you want to come see what it's about. I won't be there, I have Science Club. But you definitely should go." Renee patted Kyle on the shoulder, "Alright. Bye, Stiles. See ya, Scott." She walked away.
Stiles looked at Scott, "Yo, Scott, we gotta get going if we wanna suit up." He looked at Kyle, "See ya around, Kyle." He pulled Scott away as Allison walked with the two others. He stared down at his feet, and hurried behind them to the lacrosse field.
Kyle sat down next to Allison, who sat next to Lydia. He waved his hand, and Lydia stared at him. Allison grinned, "Hey, Kyle. Did you hear that lacrosse is the sport?"
"Yeah, I might try out next season. I don't know anything about it now, but I'm willing to learn." He chuckled. Lydia gave him a look, "Who are you?"
"Kyle Argent. I'm Allison's brother." That sounded natural and confident. Lydia gave him a once over, before she turned her head back to the lacrosse field.
Allison leaned over to Lydia, "Who is that?"
"Him?" She tilted her head, "I'm not sure who he is. Why?"
"He's in our English class." Allison turned at looked at Kyle, "And he gave me a pen."
Kyle shrugged, "It was very nice of him to do that, Ally—Allison." He coughed, after he corrected himself. Allison laughed before turning to Kyle, "Do you know who he is?"
He didn't know how to answer. No, not really, but he knew his name. So, he did was he did best: kept his mouth shut and shrugged. They all turned their heads back to the lacrosse game. Scott stood in the goalie, and after a hit to the head, began to catch every single ball.
Kyle had to admit that he was pretty good, from what little he knew about lacrosse. Allison had this soft grin on her face, "He seems like he's pretty good."
Lydia sat up straighter, "Yeah, very good."
Kyle leaned back, "Does he normally play goalie?" He looked over at Lydia, who just simply said, "I don't know if he's ever played."
Someone came out from behind the line, and ran up to throw a shot. Kyle couldn't tell who it was, but he seemed angry. The way he ran with his whole body, reared his lacrosse stick up for the shot— it was all so serious.
But Scott caught it. Lydia stood up, and yelled for him. Kyle saw the teenager's face who threw the shot. It was her boyfriend. She cocked her head, lips pursed together and turned her attention back to Scott.
Kyle had never seen anyone like her, which scared but also thrilled him in some odd way. Beacon Hills was surely different than anything he had seen.
Kyle sat down on his bed, and read up on the book they were assigned for English. Allison had ran out to get them ice cream, a time-old tradition for when they did homework together. He looked at the clock. Allison had been gone for a little under an hour now. He grabbed his phone to call her, but she didn't pick up. He called again; same silence. Kyle felt that pulse begin to rise, his nervous tick appearing.
A car pulled into their driveway. Allison's car. He sighed and ran downstairs, book in hand. Victoria and Chris were already in bed. He opened the door for her. Allison took out the ice cream and walked inside.
"You're all wet." Kyle noticed, "And you're wearing a different shirt." Allison nodded, and set the ice cream down. She walked over to grab spoons. Kyle followed, still in interrogation mode, "And you're all wet and have this goofy grin on your face."
"You already said I was wet." Allison handed him a spoon, and grabbed the ice cream. They always got chocolate and vanilla, split down the middle. Vanilla for him, chocolate for her. Allison went to the dining room table, and Kyle sat next to her.
"His name is Scott. Scott McCall. And he asked me to go to the party on Friday with him." Allison dug her spoon into the ice cream, a soft smile on her face. Kyle grinned, "Is that why you have a different shirt on?"
Allison rolled her eyes, "No. I hit a dog, and he works at the animal clinic. I got wet, and he gave me this sweatshirt."
"Are you going to give it back?" He asked, before he sucked on his spoon to get the ice cream off. Allison took another bite, her eyebrows lifted up. She smiled. Kyle grinned back. He liked that she liked Scott. She deserved something stable in her life. Someone that made her feel good. Allison laughed.
"We'll see. Now, catch me up to speed on the book, will you?"
Kyle got out their assigned reading, A Doll's House and a pen. He handed it to Allison, "Just don't forget this one. We don't want Scott McCall losing all of his pens to you."
"Shut up."
Allison grabbed the book and Kyle grabbed his binder, before they dove into a world of troubles so unlike their own.
Kyle sat down at his desk as he took redid his biology notes. Allison knocked on the frame of his door, "Kyle, you're coming to the party." It wasn't a question. Kyle shook his head. She crossed her arms, boots clicked with each step. Her hand went to his pen, and she took it from him. Kyle started to speak, but Allison gave him a stern look.
He flopped in his chair, "I don't want to go." For good measure, he pouted his lips. Allison sighed, "I got you a ride. Stiles said he'd drive you, if you don't want to come with Scott and me." Allison pouted her lips back at him, "Please? I want you to make friends, Kyle. I shouldn't be your only one."
He sighed, "Fine. I'll ride with Stiles, but I leave when you leave. Deal?" Kyle stuck out his hand. Allison shook on it, "Deal." She pulled him up, "Now, let's make you look like a decent human being. Don't you have a science shirt you can wear instead of that hole-y one?"
"Excuse you, this is my comfiest shirt… But yeah, I do have a science shirt I can wear."
Stiles pulled up in an old looking Jeep, and waved at Kyle. Kyle walked down, eyeballed the Jeep and kept his mouth shut. He slammed the door, a little too hard for Stiles's liking. Stiles quickly corrected him, and off the two went.
"So, what do your parents do?" Kyle asked. Stiles looked over, before he turned his head back to the road.
"My mom died when I was 8. My dad's the sheriff." Stiles smiled, "What do your parents do?"
"Chris is an arms dealer. Victoria used to be a buyer for a boutique." Kyle looked out the window, "If you mean my biological parents, I don't know. I don't remember them." He rubbed his fingers together.
Stiles shrugged, "Arms dealer, wow. That's… intense. Have you ever shot a gun?"
Kyle shook his head, "Have you?"
The other opened and closed his mouth, "No, can't say I have." He pursed his lips together, "So, good talk… We're almost to the party." Kyle nodded, not sure of what to say. He wasn't as outgoing as the other, "You can fill the silence if you want."
"Huh?"
"If you want to talk, you can. I don't mind to listen."
Stiles tilted his head before he set it straight, "Noted."
Allison grabbed Kyle, "Scott's being weird. I'm sorry, let me go try to get him." She ran out after Scott. Kyle weaved through the crowd, and followed Allison. He lost sight of her, however. Stiles. Find Stiles. He ran back into the house, and looked for the other. Kyle finally found him with Renee, "Renee! Can you get Stiles for me?"
Renee tapped Stiles on the shoulder, before pointing to Kyle. Stiles walked over, "Dude, what's the matter?"
"Scott was acting weird, Allison followed him, and I lost sight of her so we need to go home. Scott was her ride, and I'm not a party person." He felt that panic in his chest. Stiles somehow picked up on it, "You alright?"
"Yeah. Too many people." Kyle took a deep breath. Stiles motioned for him to follow, and Kyle followed him out of the house. Kyle looked around— Allison. She was getting in the car with someone else. Not Scott. His pulse quickened. Stiles grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to the car.
"Okay, breathe. In for 4, hold for 2, out for 7. I'm driving as fast as I can, you just gotta breathe."
Kyle closed his eyes, and did as he was told. The ride seemed like it lasted forever, but they finally made it to someone else's house. Kyle looked over, "Where are we?"
"Scott's house." Stiles unbuckled his seat belt, "Come on. I have to check on him."
Kyle climbed out of the car, and followed closely behind. The door was unlocked. Stiles bolted up the stairs; Kyle waited below. He listened to the conversation.
"Scott, it's me… Let me in Scott, I can help."
Help with what?
"No… Listen, you gotta find Allison."
"She's fine, alright, I saw her get a ride from the party. She's totally fine, alright?"
Kyle leaned in closer.
"No, I think I know who it is."
Who was it?
"What—?"
"Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me, he's the one that killed the girl in the woods."
Werewolf? Murder? What the hell?
"Scott… Derek is the one who drove Allison from the party."
The door slammed shut. Stiles ran downstairs, "Come on, we're dropping you off."
Kyle followed, "What the hell is going on? Werewolves? Murder? Being bitten?!" He almost yelled at Stiles. Stiles turned around and put his hands up, "I know just as much as you. But promise you won't tell Allison, okay? Not until we figure out the whole story."
"We?"
"You heard the conversation. You're one of us now."
The two hopped in the Jeep. Stiles drove as fast as he could, and Kyle kept his breathing steady.
Kyle walked upstairs to Allison, "Hey. You okay?" He sat down on her bed. Allison looked over, and shrugged. He scooted closer, patted her knee.
"I think you should give him a second chance. Sometimes, weird things happen. Both of us should know that."
Allison smiled, "Is he worth it, though?" She looked out the window. Kyle shrugged, "I dunno… is he?" Her face dug into her elbow, that soft smug smile answered it all.
"Give him a second chance. Okay?"
And with that, Kyle left for his own room. He had a lot to think about.
You heard the conversation. You're one of us now.
A/N: And that the end of chapter one! So, the format for the chapters to follow will be the same for this one. It'll follow the show pretty closely, and I'm using the show episode titles for the chapters (because like, reasons) and I wanted this fic to follow the canon for as much as possible. I am very excited for you all to see Kyle become friends with Stiles and Scott, and how will he keep this secret from Allison? The world may never know. Thank you all so much for reading. If you want to leave a comment, feel free too. And, if you want to see more glimpses into Kyle's story, follow me on dodierps for more sneak peeks. Have a nice day!
