Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. I only own Kinslee and her mother, Alexis!

AN: Thank you to everyone that is reading and enjoying my story! I am trying to do my best in balancing work, college, and my stories so I can update as much as possible. I am still working on my Walking Dead story and my Twilight story, so please, be patient with me! Thank you!

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When Kinslee woke up the next morning, she wasn't mad at Stiles anymore. He was just looking out for his best friend, and she couldn't be mad at him for being a good friend. She checked her phone to see if there was any messages from Stiles, and she was disappointed when she saw that there weren't any.

She dressed for school before going downstairs and grabbing a poptart. Her mom was already at work. Kinslee sat down at the table and ate her poptart slowly before washing it down with a glass of chocolate milk. Once finished, she rinsed the glass out and snatched up her bookbag and walking out the door.

Stiles was already at the school when she got there, she saw his jeep in the parking lot. She parked beside him, but he wasn't in his vehicle. She sighed and went inside the school.

Stiles was standing beside her locker, looking anxious. She cleared her throat as she approached him, and he jumped when he saw her. "K-Kinslee." He stuttered, and she crossed her arms. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't want to leave you at the party! I wanted to stay and be with you." He admitted, his cheeks flushed and his eyes staring down at his shoes.

She didn't say anything. She opened her locked and placed her books in it, only keeping a few items in her bookbag. She slammed the locker shut, making him jump again before giving him a little smile and walking to her first class. She didn't have this class with Stiles.

Once she got in there, she rushed to her seat and pulled out her phone. She chose one on the best pictures her mom had took of the two the night before, and she sent it to Stiles. The message with it read, 'You're forgiven. XOXO.'

He texted back instantly, just a simple smiley face, but she knew how happy he would be. Allison walked into the classroom not too long after her, smiling as well. "Did you talk to Scott?" Kinslee asked, knowing that she probably did and that was why she was smiling so big.

"Yeah. I forgave him." Allison said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I forgave Stiles, too." Kinslee laughed, and Allison gave her a look.

"He would've probably never forgave himself if you didn't forgive him. Scott said Stiles was upset all night. He didn't want you to hate him."

That made Kinslee feel bad. She deliberately ignored his text message last night, but she wouldn't have done it if she knew it would've hurt his feelings so much. But she didn't linger on the subject, because everyone was forgiven now.

"So, what did you think of Derek last night?" Kinslee asked Allison.

"Scott was really mad I rode home with him. He said that they weren't friends, and that we needed to stay away from him." The girls grimaced, not liking the fact that he was telling them who they could talk to.

"Stiles didn't say anything to me about him." Kinslee said.

"Oh, he probably will." Allison retorted, and Kinslee sighed. The teacher began teaching after the bell ring, so the two couldn't finish their conversation. Their next class had both Scott and Stiles in it, and the sat down in their usual seats.

Stiles was grinning hugely at Kinslee, and she gave him a smile back. "I really am sorry." He said, but she cut him off.

"It's fine." Scott butted in this time.

"Kinslee, I'm sorry that Stiles had to leave early because of me. Forgive me?" He asked, flashing me a smile with his white teeth.

"Of course, Scott. Everything is fine."

Scott gave her a serious look. "Did Allison tell you what I said about Derek? You need to stay away from him." Scott warned her, and she rolled her eyes.

"I doubt he'd hurt us. He would've had a perfect opportunity to do that last night and he didn't." Kinslee retorted, crossing her arms. "I thought he was a really nice guy."

Allison gave a little snort. "Plus you think he's incredibly hot." Kinslee's face burned with a hot blush, and Stiles stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

"His looks have nothing to do with this conversation!" She exclaimed, opening up her textbook. Stiles continued to pout due to the girl's attraction to the older werewolf.

"He's still trouble. I mean it." Scott warned her, and she flapped her hand in his direction.

"Okay, I get it. Stay away from Derek." She opened her notebook and got her pen out so she could take notes. Mr. Harris began his lecture and she took diligent notes. Kinslee had always done very well in school, and she wasn't going to let anything keep her from graduating with a 4.0 grade point average.

Allison also focused on the lecture, but the two girls could hear Scott and Stiles whispering clearly to each other. "Guys." Kinslee whispered to them, trying to get them to be quiet, but her attempts were ignored.

Mr. Harris seemed to also be fed up. "Mr. McCall, Mr. Stilinski. Do you have something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" He asked, his voice exasperated. The two teenagers shook their heads furiously. "Then why do you continue to speak while I am trying to teach?" He demanded.

"S-sorry." Scott apologized, and Stiles apologized as well. The teacher just shook his head and continued with his lecture. By the end of the class, Scott and Stiles were ready to explode due to not being able to talk.

Mr. Harris dismissed the class, and the two boys bolted from the room. Kinslee sighed and tucked her books into her bookbag. "Boys." She rolled her eyes, and Allison sighed.

"You're telling me." She said, shaking her head. The two girls walked out together, ready to go to lunch.

"Are you going to come to lacrosse practice today?" Scott asked the two as they sat down. Kinslee picked up two fries and shoved them into her mouth.

"Yeah, we had planned on going." She said, and Stiles watched her carefully. She wasn't dainty and cautious about what people thought about her, which he admired. She was a beautiful girl, and she wasn't conceited about it. She was funny, and down to earth, and carefree, and -.

"Stiles? Hello?" Kinslee waved her hand in front of his face until he focused on her.

"Uh y-yeah?" He asked, making Scott roll his eyes. Kinslee sighed.

"Never mind, it wasn't that important. I'll see you at lacrosse, okay?" She grinned at him before getting up and throwing away her trash.

At lacrosse practice later that day, Kinslee sat on the bleachers next to Allison. "Jackson! Take a long stick today!" The coach yelled, and Jackson nodded. Kinslee was watching him carefully, and he noticed. He cast a wink in her direction but turned his attention back to the field. Her cheeks burned.

She enjoyed watching the practice, though she did wish Stiles played. "McCall, what are you waiting for?" Scott ran at Jackson before getting hit hard in the gut and hitting the ground. Jackson mocked him as the coach screamed.

"My grandmother can move faster than that, and she's dead. Think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother." Kinslee flinched. "McCall's gonna do it again!"

Scott ran full speed at Jackson this time, knocking into his body hard. Jackson slammed against the ground and didn't move, but Stiles went sprinting over to Scott. He was bent over on the field, head in his hands.

"Allison, I'm gonna go. I'll be back." Kinslee told her friend. The brunette nodded. Kinslee sprinted to the locker room.

"Scott? Stiles?" She asked, pushing the door open. Stiles was holding a fire extinguisher in his hand, aimed towards Scott. "What the hell?" She asked, and Stiles dropped the item.

"He was being annoying so I sprayed him." He said lamely, and she shook her head. For some reason, she didn't believe him, but she also didn't call him out on it.

"Scott, are you okay?" She asked, sitting beside him on the metal seat. He nodded and gulped. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "I just wanted to make sure. I'll talk to you guys later, okay?" She told them goodbye before leaving. The coach ended practice early due to Jackson's separated shoulder.

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"What do you mean you aren't playing?" Kinslee demanded. "This is your time to shine!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms.

"I can't play." Scott said.

"Your mom is coming!" She said, and he raised an eyebrow. "Our moms are apparently good friends now. My mom asked off for tomorrow night, too. She thought it would be fun for us to bond." Scott sighed.

"I still have to tell coach, and he won't be happy. But I can't play." He said, and walked away, ending the discussion. Kinslee sighed and went to her class. Allison sat beside her, looking confused.

"Is everything okay?" Kinslee asked her friend.

"Scott is being so weird today." Allison sighed.

"He told me that he couldn't play tomorrow." She gasped.

"He didn't tell me that! He has to play!" Kinslee nodded.

"That's what I said."

After school that day, Kinslee went to the hospital to take her mom some dinner because she was working later than planned. Once she stepped off the elevator, she was surprised to see Stiles standing next to Lydia.

"Lydia, you probably don't remember me. I sit behind you in biology. Anyways, I always thought that we had a connection. Unspoken. Maybe it would be cool to get to know each other a little better." He said, trying to look cool. As it turns out, Lydia was on the phone. He sat down and picked up a pamphlet.

"That's some interesting reading material." Kinslee said, raising her eyebrow at the boy. He jumped up.

"Oh, no! I wasn't reading t-this!" He explained, placing the pamphlet down on the table.

"You were just covering up your embarrassment from being ignored by Lydia." She stated. The redhead noticed her and gave her a little wave, which Kinslee returned. The two weren't the best of friends, but they were beginning to grow on each other.

"Oh, y-you saw that?" Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I did. I wasn't aware that you had feelings for Lydia." She stated, trying to sound nonchalant while jealousy brewed in her stomach. Before he could say anything, Scott came sprinting towards them.

"Oh, hi Kinslee!" He said, before grabbing Stiles's arm and running off with him.

"Bye guys." She sighed, going to take the food to her mom.

Allison texted me that evening. 'So, my dad hit Scott with his car.' Kinslee was shocked.

'Everyone ok?' She texted back, and sighed when Allison texted back with positive news.

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The next night, everyone was excited for the game, excluding Scott and Stiles. They looked incredibly nervous. Before the game began, Kinslee ran over to Stiles. "Hey." She said, the wind blowing her hair around her face and her cheeks flushed from the cold.

"Hi." He said back, giving her a little smile.

"I just wanted to say good luck." She stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, which made him gasp.

"Th-thanks. Even though I don't play." He muttered. Kinslee grinned.

"I know, but I think I would much rather give you the kiss than anyone else on the team. So, good luck!" She repeated, jogging back over to her mom. She was sitting with Scott's mom.

"So, you and Stiles?" Melissa McCall asked, and Kinslee smiled sheepishly.

"We went to a party together the other night, but he left me there alone. And I thought we had a connection, but when I went to the hospital yesterday, I heard him talking to Lydia about their 'connection'." She said, sighing.

"Stiles is a good guy. Odd, but good." She assured me. "He'll figure out what he wants soon enough." The game began then, making the women all cheer. Allison was sitting with her dad on the other side of the bleachers, and she waved. Allison waved back, and then she pointed at Kinslee when her dad asked a question. She waved at Mr. Argent as well, who gave her a smile.

What Kinslee didn't know was that Stiles's dad ran over to him and bent over. "Hey kid, think you'll see any action tonight?"

"Action? Maybe." He replied nervously.

"Well, I mean other than the action that that pretty girl was giving you. Who was that? The girl you took to the party? I still haven't got to meet her." His dad was on the point of whining, which made Stiles roll his eyes.

"You can meet her if you want." He said dismissively, watching the game.

No one would pass the ball to Scott, and Jackson actually shoved him out of the way for it. "Jackson, he's your own teammate you asshole!" Kinslee shouted, before sending her mom an apologetic look when she smacked her on the back of the head.

After awhile, it seemed like they were avoiding Scott on purpose. Kinslee was getting fed up. That was, until Scott managed to jump in the air and grab the ball, before running with it all the way to the goal.

"Pass to McCall!" Coach Finstock yelled, which the teammates obliged to. One of the other team players actually passed Scott the ball deliberately. When Scott scored a goal by destroying the other player's stick, Kinslee screamed so loud it hurt her throat.

Scott scored one final goal, leading the team to victory. Melissa, Alexis, and Kinslee all let out whoops of joy. Melissa ran off the bleachers, hoping to catch her son, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Mom, I'm going to talk to Stiles, okay?" Her mom nodded , and she jogged over to him. He was sitting on the bench still, with an older man next to him. He was on the phone. Kinslee ran over and threw her arms around Stiles, who hugged her back after a moment of hesitation.

The man hung up the phone and smiled at the two. "So, you must be Kinslee. I've heard a lot about you. I'm Stiles's dad." He said, holding out a hand. Kinslee accepted it happily, shaking his hand with vigor.

"It's nice to meet you, sir." He smiled at her before looking back at Stiles.

"I have to go back to work, I'm sorry." He apologized, but Stiles waved him off.

"It's okay, dad. I understand." He said goodbye to Kinslee and Stiles before walking off, pulling his phone back out.

"Your dad seems nice." Kinslee said, and Stiles nodded absentmindedly.

"Yeah, he is." He was looking around before standing up. "I have to go find Scott."

"Wait, I wanted to ask you something!" Kinslee yelled out as he began to jog away.

"It'll have to wait! I'm sorry!" He said, making Kinslee scowl.

Her mom walked over to her and wrapped her arm around her daughter's shoulder.

"We should go. It's getting colder out here." She said, and Kinslee nodded, shooting angry glances over her shoulder at the retreating figure of Stiles.

"Let's just go."