Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. It's all Jeff Davis'

"Wait a second, let me get this straight. You're a witch, from like a long line of witches. And your family has known the Hales for generation," Stiles said and I nodded. We were walking towards the boys locker room. I hadn't talked to them this weekend, still a little depressed that Erica canceled, and I really didn't care about seeing wimpy teenage boys. I follow Stiles into the locker room. He gave me a look and I shrugged.

"This is a conversation worth continuing," I explain. He just shakes his head. I see Scott standing at his locker, looking a little depressed. Probably about Allison.

"Did you apologize to Allison," Stiles asked. Bingo, I'm always right.

"Yeah," Scott replied, still looking out of it.

"So, is she giving you a second chance, or –," Stiles started and Scott cut him off.

"Yeah."

"Then, why so glum chum," I asked. They both looked at me with weird expressions.

"Why are you here," Scott asked.

"Stiles and I were having an important conversation that you needed to be apart of. I ask again, why so glum," I explain. Scott sighs.

"Remember…the hunters. Her dad is one of them," Scott says. Oh my Jesus.

"Her dad," Stiles and I spoke.

"Shot me."

"Allison's father," we kept speaking together.

"With a crossbow."

We were still having trouble understanding the current situation. "Allison's father-"

"Yes, her father! Oh my god. Oh my god, what am I gonna do," Scott started to panic.

"I'm a witch," I yell and all the boys look at me.

"Sorry, figure of speech," I brush it off. Scott like at me in shock.

"What."

"I'm a witch. I can do magic," I say in a lower tone. Stiles and Scott both give me blank looks.

"Yeah, I'll be out there," I say and they quickly agree for me to leave. I walk out, but not before I notice Jackson looking at me. I raise my eyebrows at him and he smirks before looking away. Creep.

I sat on the bleachers watching practice. I was beyond bored. I started cheering tomorrow. Apparently, the squad sucked, the only upside being that the uniform is super adorable. I was considered the saving grace. I watched the line move slowly, boys getting tackled and slammed down. Men. Jackson had a long stick, playing defense. It was Scott's turn and he tried to get past him, but failed by getting slammed into the ground.

"Ouch," I whispered to myself. Scott was hunched over with Coach screaming at him. I could tell he was getting angry, which kent his pulse was rising. Anger and a rising pulse equals claws and fangs on the field. I got up to take a better look, but Scott was already getting back in line. When he went this time, slammed straight into Jackson, knocking him off his feet.

"Holy shit, that had to hurt," I, again, whisper to myself.

Jackson was grabbing his shoulder in pain but there was something wrong with Scott. He was on his knees, clutching his helmet. I watched as Stiles rushed over to him and started taking him to the locker room. I was about to follow when Stiles just shook his head and pointed to the tree line. Derek was standing there. I marched over to him and poked him in the chest. That kind of hurt my finger.

"What did you do to him," I ask. He looks confused.

"I didn't do anything," Derek responded with the same expression. I let out a disgruntled moan and slouched.

"You know, you're making it really hard for me to convince them that you're not evil," I yell before stomping away. Men are so annoying. I walked to the boys locker room to see Stiles holding a fire extinguisher and breathing hard, looking scared for his life at Scott was breathing hard, too.

"What happened," I asked with worry. I leave alone for two seconds.

"Scott tried to kill me," Stiles simply said. I looked over at Scott in shock.

"Say what," I yell. Stiles dropped the fire extinguisher and took of his gloves. He got on his knees in front of Scott.

"It's like I told you before, it's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger," Stiles explained.

"But that's lacrosse," Scott countered. "It's a pretty violent game."

"Maybe it would be best if you just didn't play for the time being until you can get control. You did bust up Jackson's shoulder pretty bad," I tell him.

"You can't play Saturday, you're gonna have to get out of the game," Stiles finishes explaining.

"But I'm first line."

"Not anymore," we tell him.

"You should cast a spell," Stiles says to me the next day as I leave Spanish.

"What," I ask.

"You know, bewitch him or something to not lose control and kill someone, namely me," Stiles said.

"Dude, seriously. I just learned that I was a witch literally just 48 hours ago, so I don't really know how to cast a spell," I say as I we walk down the hallway.

"Don't you have a spell book."

"Yeah, but it's not like I'm an advanced witch that can single out a single person to cast a spell."

"Please," Stiles begs and I roll my eyes.

"Hell no, hey Isaac," I say as we pass him in the hall. He gives me a small smile and I wave before looking back at Stiles.

"How do you know Lahey," he asked me. I shrugged and continued to say hi to the people I knew who passed.

"I met him on my first day," I say as if its obvious. Stiles just shrugs and we start talking about Mr. Harris's homework. As we walk passed the office, Stiles pulls on my arm and stops me.

"Hey, dad," Stiles says.

"Hey, Sheriff Stilinski," I say as I pull my arm from Stiles grip and stick my tongue out at him.

"Stiles, Kimmy."

"He's quite moody," I say as Stiles continues to stare at the scene.

"Can you hear what they are saying," he asks me and I slap him upside the head. The stupid questions this boy asks me sometimes.

"No, but Scott might," I say. We both looked at each other before booking it to Scott's locker. Stiles grabbed Scott while he was trying to put in his combination and dragged him to where we previously were.

"What," Scott whined. What a big baby.

"Tell us what they're saying," Stiles said. Scott looked at us before sighing and leaning forward to listen. Stiles was being all jumpy and impatient.

"Can you hear," he says and Scott and I shush him. Scott stands up straight after a bit and turns back to us.

"Curfew because of the body," he told us. Well that sucks. I hated time restraints, they made me feel nervous.

"Unbelievable," Stiles moaned. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

"We don't know if Derek did that," I say quickly. I'd like to believe that Derek is the same person who used to help babysit me when I was a kid. That means I have to defend him. Stiles and Scott look at me before continuing on with there Derek theory.

"I can do something," Stiles said. Scott and I looked at each other with worry.

"Like what," we ask.

"Please not something reckless and irresponsible," I add.

"Find the other half of the body," Stiles said with confidence. I started shaking my head because that was bad, that was so bad.

"Are you kidding," Scott yelled after Stiles as he walked off.

"I swear I said nothing reckless and irresponsible," I whisper before going to my next class, praying that they don't involve me.

I had just finished cheerleading practice when I was dragged off to Scott's house by Stiles. Apparently, Scott had found the other half of the body near the Hale house. I still don't think Derek did it, but it's not really helping my case.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall, so…" Stiles trailed off. I shook my head at him.

"I found something at Derek Hale's," Scott told us. I tapped my foot on the ground and crossed my arms. I didn't believe this.

"Are you kidding," Stiles asks at the same time I ask, "What do you mean by something."

"There's something buried there. I could smell blood," Scott explained.

"He buried her next to his house," I asked. That was really disgusting, even if he didn't do it.

"That's awesome, well, I mean that's terrible but who's blood," Stiles clarified when he saw the look I gave him. This was absolutely weird. Stiles was happy that Scott found the half of a dead body.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder and then you two help me figure out a way to play lacrosse without changing, because there's no way I'm not playing that game," Scott said as he got up from the bed. He flung his stick on the bed before heading out of his room with us following behind.

This was a bad idea.

First we went to the hospital so Scott could catch the scent of the first half of the body. I refused to see that and dragged a less than pleased Stiles with me to the waiting room. Stiles started freaking out when he saw Lydia sitting there. She looked so bored.

Even though I protested, he walked over to her and leaned against the wall. I shook my head and sat down. I was definitely going to enjoy this show.

"Hey, Lydia," he said to her, causing her to look up at him. "You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in Biology. Uh, anyway, I've always thought that we just kind of had this connection. Y'know, unspoken, of course; it maybe kinda cool to get to know each other a little better," he finished. Lydia just stared at him with a blank expression until she reached towards her ear and pulled out a Bluetooth.

Pray for him.

"Hold on, give me a sec," she said to whoever she was actually listening to. "Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating," she finished. I was failing at holding in my laughter.

"Uh, no. Sorry," stiles said before scurrying to the seat next to me. I patted him on the shoulder because I felt kind of bad.

"Cheer up, she's not all that," I say and he just waves me off. I shrug and start playing a game on my phone. I look up and see Jackson walk into the waiting room, rubbing his shoulder. He gave me a look and I narrowed my eyes at him. Stiles was watching Lydia and Jackson behind a pamphlet and I swatted his arm as Scott came out.

"The scent was the same," Scott said as soon as he saw us.

"Are you sure," I ask him.

"Yes."

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property," Stiles said.

"Just because it was buried on the property doesn't mean he did it," I say. He could totally be getting framed. They just looked at me like I was an idiot.

"This is proof he killed the girl," Scott says and I can tell my debating is over. They won't believe me.

"I say we use it," Stiles says as he walks out. I follow behind him and Scott, not really feeling up for this body search. I didn't want to find the other half, just like I didn't want Derek to be guilty.

"How," I hear Scott ask. I'm too sad to speak.

"Tell me something first, are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't," Stiles asked.

"There were bite marks on the legs, Stiles. Bite marks," Scott elaborated and I gasped. This was scarier than I thought and I was getting worried. What if Derek did kill that girl?

"Right, we're going to need a shovel," Stiles said before we made our way out of the hospital. This was going to be really gross.

"This is really stupid," I whisper as we walk towards the Hale house. We'd been waiting for Derek to leave and when he finally did, we grabbed our flashlights and started walking. Stiles and Scott shushed me and I stuck my tongue out. We were walking until Scott put a hand out to stop us.

"Wait, something's different," he said. I looked down at the pile of loose dirt at the edge of my feet.

"Different how," Stiles and I asked.

"I don't know, there's just something different. Come on, lets just get this over with," Scott says.

We start digging and I start wishing Stiles let me change before coming. There's dirt literally all over my legs and shoes. I started to gag a little when the smell got stronger.

"This is taking way too long," Stiles voiced what I was thinking.

"What if he comes back," Scott asked. I shrug and look at Stiles and he shrugs.

"Then we run our asses out of here," I say and Stiles nods in agreement.

"What if he catches us," Scott asks again. Good question.

"You run one way, I'll run the opposite way, and Kimmy will run down the middle and whoever he catches...too bad," Stiles gives plans. I look at him with wide eyes and shake my head.

"Those plans are terrible," Scott and I whined. I was NOT getting murdered for these idiots. Stiles just kept digging, but then there was a bang. He told us to stop and we all bent down and wiped away the remaining dirt, finding thin strips of rope ties around burlap material. We struggled with the knots, but finally untangled them, pulling the material back to reveal a body.

"AAAHHHH," we all screamed when we saw the body. It was a wolf's head, tongue hanging out with the rest of its body wrapped in some material.

"What the hell is that," Stiles yelled. I roll my eyes at his stupid question. It's pretty obvious that its a wolf.

"It's a wolf," Scott screamed.

"Yeah, we can see that! I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood," Stiles elaborated. I covered my mouth to stop myself from throwing up. This was so disgusting.

"I told you something was different."

"This doesn't make sense," Stiles continued to ask.

"We gotta get out of here."

"Yeah, help me cover this," Scott asked but I wasn't paying attention. I noticed something different. It looked like a purple flower.

"Guys," I yell to get there attention. I looked back and saw them staring at the same flower I was.

"What's that," Scott asked.

"I think it's wolfsbane," Stiles and I say. We give each other smiles before looking towards Scott.

"What's that," he asked us. Seriously, he needed to study his history.

"Haven't you ever seen Wolf Man," I started and Stiles finished, "Lon Chaney Jr., Claude Rains. The original classic werewolf movie." Scott looked so confused.

"No, what," Scott said in frustration. I smacked my hand against my forehead and shook my head. He was going to get himself killed.

"You are so unprepared for this," Stiles said, shaking his head. He walked over to the flower and pulled on it, it came up with a rope attached. He started to walk in a circle as he kept pulling on the length of the rope. I turned to the body the same time as Scott and we both looked in horror.

"Stiles," we breathed and he looked up. The body had changed from a wolf to a human. I knew that face better than anyone.

It was Laura Hale.

Stiles ended up calling his father anyways before I could tell them I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure that Derek killed Laura. Well, I know he didn't kill Laura. She was his sister. And maybe the body wasn't even her, I haven't actually seen her in years. It was morning by the time the police got there. I was sitting on the hoods Jeep. We were watching as the police escorted Derek to the car. He glared at Scott and Stiles, but the look he gave me was more upsetting. He looked disappointed, not even angry. I just wanted to go home. Stiles started to walk over to the police car.

"Stiles, don't," I hiss but he keeps walking. I quickly look to Scott for some information and he gets a look of concentration on his face.

"Stiles, he's asking about the girl, if she was a different type of werewolf. Derek's saying that Stiles is going to want to stop me from playing," he says. That was the end of the conversation because we both watched as Stiles got dragged out of the car by his dad. I could tell Sheriff Stilinski was lecturing him and he eventually walked back over.

"That was extremely stupid, just so you know," I say and he sticks his tongue out at me. I just got into the Jeep and Scott got on his phone.

"I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial," Scott says. We were finally driving back into town.

"Just keep looking, maybe it's a specific kind of ritual. Being buried as a wolf," Stiles suggests.

"Or maybe the wolfsbane is what turned her into a wolf. So the body could be hidden in the front yard," I say. I didn't mention that the body was Laura Hale. The police would find out soon enough.

"Yeah, maybe it's like, a special skill. Something you have to learn," Stiles continued.

"I'll put it on my to do list, underneath the 'figure out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight' section," Scott said in an irritated voice. I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.

"Maybe it's different for girl werewolves," Stiles continued. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was pissing Scott off.

"Okay! Stop it," Scott yells. I flinched at his loud voice because I was getting a headache and the bickering that was about to occur was going to bother me.

"Stop what?"

"Stop saying werewolf; stop enjoying this so much," Scott yelled at Stiles. I just looked back and forth between the two. It was like a tennis match.

"Scott, are you okay. You look a little pale. Your sweating," I say. His eyes looked a little crazy.

"No! No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay," Scott yelled.

"You know you're going to have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later," Stiles remarked.

"I can't."

"Well you're going to have to," I said. I looked at him weirdly as he started breathing heavily.

"No, I can't breathe," Scott wheezes out as he groaned. He pressed his hand on the roof to try and stabilize himself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!," Stiles yelled as he swerved the car.

"Stiles, pull over," Scott and I yelled.

"Why, what's happening."

Scott was wheezing as he grabbed Stiles backpack and ripped it open, the wolfsbane from the Hale house staring back at us.

"You kept it," Scott and I screeched. I slapped my hand to my forehead. Stiles is so stupid sometimes.

"What was I supposed to do with it," Stiles yelled. He really didn't know this was going to happen.

"Stop the car!," we yelled at him. Scott's eyes were yellow as Stiles slammed his foot on the breaks. The car skidded to a stop and Stiles grabbed his backpack before flinging it out the window.

"Okay, we're good. You-," he started but stopped when he realized it was just me in the car. Scott's door was open but there was no Scott.

"Scott...Scott?," Stiles mumbled out.

"Great, just perfect Stilinski. You're the one who knew wolfsbane poisoned werewolves," I scolded him.

"I thought it only applied if it got in their bloodstreams or something," he explained. I shook my head at him.

"Get back in the car, Stiles."

I climbed into the front seat as he got back in and started the car. I watched as he pulled out his cell phone.

"What are you doing. You know, you shouldn't talk on the phone while you drive," I said. Stiles just glared at me.

"Calling the dispatch in case they get any weird calls."

"Weird. Like, animal weird."

"Exactly."

"Oh...kay," I said, not really convinced.

We were practically speeding around the preserve looking for Scott. I hated speeding cars. I kept checking my phone to see if Scott texted or called, but it was nothing except messages from my mom. Stiles looked like he got threw and I hit him on his shoulder repeatedly.

"Put on speaker," I whispered.

"Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty," came the voice of Sheriff Stilinski. Of course, Stiles' dad would be the one to answer.

"I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls," Stiles said at the same time I yelled,"Hi, Sheriff!"

"Odd how? And hello Kimmy."

"Uh, like, like any odd person or dog-like individual roaming the streets."

"I'm hanging up on you now," Sheriff said. I held back a chuckle as Stiles sputtered.

"No! Wait, wait, wait!"

"Goodbye," was the last thing heard before the click indicating that Sheriff Stilinski hung up.

"Well, that didn't work," I commented as I leaned back in my seat. I quickly sent a reply to a text Erica sent me.

"Do you have a better idea."

I looked at Stiles. "No," I sighed as I shifted to look out the window. "I just hope he doesn't do something dumb."

"Me too."

By the sway of the supernatural gods, Scott hadn't done anything dumb even though Stiles and I were pretty sure playing lacrosse was dumb. Of course, Scott ignored us both and was in the middle of putting his equipment on. I'm pretty sure it wasn't allowed, but I was sitting with Stiles on the bench. Coach came to shoo me away but I held up my tablet.

"School newspaper," I commented. Coach scowled and walked away.

"You know there's no school paper," Stiles said.

"Oh, shush."

"So, how's cheerleading," Stiles asked and I groaned.

"It's so boring because we don't do anything. Half the girls are only on the squad for popularity so I've joined volleyball, only being a cheerleader when absolutely necessary," I explained.

"Your coach is okay with that."

"She doesn't care, as long as I claim the cheerleaders."

Stiles' dad came over and clapped him on the shoulder in that dad way.

"Hey kid. So, you think you'll see some action tonight."

"Action?," Stiles questioned. "Maybe," he finished and I had to refrain from chuckling as he sent me a glare.

"Hey, Kimmy. How's it going," Sheriff asked me and I shrugged with a smile.

"It's going good, Sheriff."

"Are you and your mom settling alright?"

"Everyone's been really welcoming."

"Good, uh, tell her I said hi," he said. I gave him a wink and thumbs up before he walked away.

"Was it just me, or was that extremely weird," Stiles asked and I shrugged. I thought it was pretty cute.

The game started and I was immediately nervous. Stiles was, too, as he chewed on his glove. I kept tapping my nails on my tablet screen, one of my many terrible habits. It looked like Beacon Hills was keeping the ball from Scott. Jackson even knocked him to the side when he tried to pick up the ball.

Jackson. Such an asshole.

Jackson ended up scoring with the ball he took from Scott and the crowd cheered. I held my breath as I watched to see if Scott lost his temper. I saw Scott looking at the stands and I turned to see Lydia and Allison holding a sign that said We luv u Jackson.

Crap.

"This is gonna be bad isn't it," I said as I glanced at Stiles. He gulped and nodded.

"I think so."

"Fuck," I whispered. I watched as the players took there positions for the next round before noticing that Scott was doubled over. I could tell he was trying not to turn into a crazed werewolf.

"I can't watch, just tell me when it's over," I said as I covered my face with my hands. "Is it over."

The whistle blew and I felt Stiles practically pulling my shoulder off. I removed my hands and looked out at the field. I could feel my jaw drop as I looked at Scott. Not only was he in control, but he was totally awesome. I could hear the crowd screaming, which only got louder when Scott scored. I quickly jumped up and started cheering.

"That's our friend," Stiles and I yelled.

"Pass to McCall," Coach yelled and we quickly repeated.

Scott must have been really scary, too, because one kid literally passed him the ball when he saw that Scott noticed he caught it.

"Did that really just happen," I asked Stiles and he quickly nodded.

Scott score again, the ball going through the goalie's net and into the goal. I jumped and cheered, giving Stiles a high five as we both jumped up and down as the team cheered.

There was exactly 39 seconds left, score tied. Scott managed to get the ball but the opposing team freaking caged him in.

That's got to be illegal.

"No, no, Scott. No, no," Stiles murmured.

"Oh, shit. No, Scott, no, no, no! Don't do it," I pleaded to myself as I watched.

There was now 17 seconds left and I swore that Scott was going to lose it until there was 6 seconds left. Two of the opposing players charged at Scott and he flung the ball at the goal. The whistle blew and everyone erupted into cheers. I let out a breath and sagged in my chair.

We won, and no casualties.

I looked at Stiles to see that he had a worried trained at his dad.

"Dad, what's wrong."

Sheriff Stilinski held up a finger and turned his back. I looked at Stiles with an exasperated expression.

"What now," I whined.

Stiles dad eventually got off the phone and looked at us with a sad expression. This couldn't be good.

It wasn't good news at all. I was crying as we raced off to find Scott. We ended up at the locker room and found Scott and Allison kissing. I sniffled and smiled at the sweet scene and I pulled Stiles back, trying to give them some alone time.

"I gotta get back to my dad," we heard Allison say when they stopped kissing.

Took them long enough.

"Okay," Scott breathed before Allison pecked him on the lips again. She started to walk towards us as she left.

"Hey, Stiles. Kimmy," she said. For some reason, I got the feeling she didn't like me. I gave her a wave as Stiles got all flustered and embarrassed.

"Way to go Scott," I yelled as we walked towards him. I gave him a high five and a hug. He didn't even seem to notice as he wore a goofy expression on his face.

"I kissed her."

"We saw," Stiles and I said.

"She kissed me."

"Saw that, too," we said before Stiles finished,"It's pretty good, huh?"

"I don't know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this, maybe this isn't so bad," Scott said and I gave him a dad smile as more tears poured out of my eyes.

"We'll talk later then," Stiles said, slapping Scott on the chest before starting to walk away with me trailing behind him.

"What?," Scott asked and I reluctantly turned around. I guess Scott noticed I was crying because he gave me another hug.

"Stiles' dad got some news," I said as I pulled away.

"What kind of news?"

"The, uh, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found," Stiles commented.

"And...?"

"Well, keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek's human, not animal. Derek not killer. Derek let out of jail," Stiles elaborated.

"Are you kidding?," Scott deadpanned.

"Nope. But there's more, Stiles dad I.D.-ed the girl, both halves. She was Laura Hale," I explained as I wiped my tears.

I can't believe this is happening.

"Hale?!"

"Yeah, Derek's sister," we both say.

After the game and learning about Laura, I really didn't feel like going home. I sent a quick text to my mom, telling her I'd be home in about an hour, and walked to the Beacon Hills cemetery. Basically, all my dead witchy relatives live there. I sat down on the slightly moist ground in front of my Grammy's grave.

"Hey, Grammy. It's me, Kimmy," I whispered as I laid a fresh white calla lily on her grave.

"It's been a really long time since I talked to you. And I found out that you were lying to me, but I forgive you," I chuckled as I wagged my finger at the grave. I registered that this was mildly creepy, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to sit here and cry and talk to my dead grandmother.

"Which I knew how to do a resurrection spell, because I could really use some guidance. Laura's dead, murdered," I spoked gently. Grammy used to watch both me as Laura when Laura was still young.

"Derek, well, he's way different than before. Scott and Stiles are the same, but Lydia is not even the same person," I said.

"And, I keep feeling like something good and bad at the same time is about to happen and I don't know what to do. You were always so good at figuring things out," I cried. I covered my face as I sat there, crying my eyes out for some stupid reason. I just couldn't stop the tears as I wiped at my eyes. I sat quietly for a couple of seconds. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt someone tap my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but the cemetery's closed," a voice said. I turned and saw Isaac standing above me. He looked surprised to see me.

"Oh, sorry Kimmy. I didn't know it was you," he said as I got up, dusting myself off.

"It's fine, I was just visiting my Grammy. It's been a tough day."

"What happened," Isaac asked and I sighed.

"I found out that someone I once knew was now gone," I said, thinking about Laura and Derek.

"I'm sorry."

"Why? It's not your fault."

"That doesn't mean I don't still feel bad that you're upset," Isaac said. Even though it was dark, I could see his cheeks darken with a blush.

"Thanks. I'm just gonna head out," I said as I turned around. It was mildly chilly out here, and I didn't wear a sweater.

"Wait, Kimmy!" I heard Isaac yell. I turned around and waited for him to catch up to me.

"Here," he said as he handed me his jacket.

"Oh, no Isaac. You don't have to-," I started but he cut me off by putting the jacket on my shoulders.

"I want to," he whispered. I gave him a smile before turning around and leaving, turning back to wave at him.

That night, I, being the extreme girly girl I am, sat on my bed and freaking smelled his jacket for like, two hours before falling asleep with it on me. I'm such a hopeless romantic.

Okay, so it's been a stupidly long time since I've updated and I'm really sorry. I've been really busy in school with sports and honors classes. But, I'm still going to write, it just might take a little while longer. Oh! And Kimmy looks like Ariana Grande with brown hair.