Hi everyone! Sorry this chapter is kind of short, but it's important! I wanted to update now since I'm not sure I will be able to for a few days, since I have a lot going on the rest of this week. Hope you enjoy!


Kayla

The next day I was excited to go back to school since Stiles was going back today, too.

"Good morning," Stiles said whispering in my ear behind me at my locker. I spun around to see him, giving him a quick kiss. "You look really cute today."

I smiled, happy he noticed the extra effort I'd put into my wardrobe this morning. "So do you."

"Don't I always?" He asked, a pretend pout on his face.

I smiled, pulling his face down to mine. "No, you always look hot," I breathed and crashed my lips onto his. Normally, I wasn't one for PDA, but for some reason, right now, the air between us felt electrically charged and I didn't want to keep my hands off him.

"Whoa, talk about PDA in the hallway," I heard Jackson sneer as he walked past us with Lydia.

"Ew," she commented back. I pulled away to give them both an evil glare. Sure Lydia was my friend, but sometimes she could be such a bitch. And Jackson. Ugh, I just really couldn't stand him for some reason.

As they passed us, I turned back to Stiles, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry."

He chuckled. "What are you apologizing for? I'm loving this! And you." My heart fluttered uncontrollably. It was the second time he'd said it! I couldn't get enough. I looked up at him again, and smiled shyly, just as the bell rang. He sighed. "I'll see you at lunch?"

"Can't wait," I replied, winking as I shut my locker and turned towards the direction of the gym.

Lunch went by much too quickly, as always, and I tried my best not to be awkward around Scott and Allison. Since I know knew their secrets, or pretty much Scott's secret, since Allison had no idea her family was involved, I pretended that I knew nothing and that I believed it was a mountain lion that attacked at the lacrosse game. Scott gaped as me as I shared this information with everyone, so maybe Stiles had told him that I knew. I made a mental note to ask him about this later on.

English passed by rather quickly, too, and since we had a pop quiz, Stiles and I couldn't sneak out and meet up again like last time. Finally, the day was over and I hurried to Stiles' locker. "Hey," I said happily as I stood before him.

"Well hello there, pretty lady," he said with a chuckle. "How were the rest of your classes?"

"So thrilling," I said with sarcasm. "Yours?"

"Same!" he laughed and I joined him. "What are your plans today?"

"I came here to ask you the same thing," I shared.

"Wanna come over? My dad's working late tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I laughed and hit him playfully but nodded. "Sure. I'm just gonna text my aunt and let her know I'm at your house." He nodded and I quickly typed the messege to my aunt and sent it from my iPhone. "Alrighty, good to go," I told him, and we headed out to the parking lot to his jeep.

Once inside the car and on the way back to his house, I got the strange feeling of an electric current in the air between us again, the same thing I felt this morning by my locker. I glanced over to Stiles, and he was fidgeting, which I'd noted he only did when he was nervous about something. I guess that meant he felt it, too. We pulled up at his house, and he hurried out of the car and over to my side to open the door for me. "Such a gentleman," I laughed as I jumped out. "Thank you."

"Anything for you," he beamed back, then grabbed my backpack off my shoulder to carry it for me. We made our way into his house and upstairs to his room. I'd only been in there once before, and I always felt that a boys room revealed so much about him. I looked around, noticing some more Mets memorabilia on the walls, and the teddy bear I'd given him at the hospital placed against the pillows on his bed. I smiled when I saw it there, and he must've noticed. "I really liked him," he told me. "I thought it was sweet."

He sat down on the side of his bed, and I plopped down across from him, sitting indian style. "I think you're sweet," I said. The electric current seemed to pick up between us. I leaned forward a little, yearning to kiss him once again, and he leaned in, too, closing the space between us. His lips tasted so sweet on mine, and I felt another feeling I'd felt before: the one from our drunken night in his car. Except this time, it wasn't because of the alchohol. I leaned forward more, pushing Stiles back against his pillows, and crawled up onto him, straddling him at the waist. Clearly he didn't mind this, and continued to kiss me back. I was starting to lose control again, and deepened our kiss, kissing him more forcefully. I wanted his hands on me, but he kept them safely on my hips, not moving anywhere else. Unlike him, I couldn't keep mine still, and they moved up from his hips, so my hands were roaming underneath his shirt, feeling all of the muscles I hadn't expected to be there. I gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, asking to take it off. He pulled away from our kiss and looked at me nervously. "What?" I questioned.

"I, um-"

"Do you not want me to?" I asked softly. I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

"N-no, you can," he replied slowly. "I just...I don't know, I'm just self-concious, I guess."

I smiled. "Don't be. Here, I'll make it even," I said as I swiftly lifted my shirt up over my head and tossed it to the floor. Stiles' eyes grew wide for a moment, then a look of awe fell upon his face. I was just glad that I picked my lacey bra to wear today, and apparently, so was he. He smiled, and I took it that it was okay to take his shirt off as well. I gently tugged it up and he sat up slightly, allowing me to pull it over his head. I looked at him, noticing all of his abdominal muscles and the way they moved when he moved, even slightly. He shifted around uncomfortably. "I'm sorry," I said, realizing he was uncomfortable because of my staring. "You just really don't need to be self-concious, at all." I sat there smiling at him and he just looked shy and awkward. "Stiles, you're hot."

He finally looked up at me again and a small smile grew on his lips. In a burst of self-confidence, he pushed me down so I was laying with my back against the bed, and he rolled himself over me. I was loving this and felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering uncontrollably. He crashed his lips onto mine, forcefully and deliciously, and I looped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His hands moved from my waist up my sides and all over my stomach and back, his hands leaving a burning sensation as he moved them all over me. I was unaware that I was grinding my pelvis against him until he started to do it back. He trailed kisses down my neck and I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I want you," I breathed into his ear.

"You have me," he said through kisses. Clearly he wasn't getting the message.

"No, Stiles," I said, pulling his face to mine and looking him in the eyes. "I want you."

He seemed to understand this time and his eyes grew wide once again. "R-really? N-now?" He was studdering, which meant he was beyond nervous. So was I, since I'd never done any of this before, but with Stiles it felt so right, like something I needed. I nodded. "A-are you sure?"

"Yes. Remember when I said I wanted it to be with someone special, to have meaning? Well I want that with you."

He took in my words for a moment, then said, "I love you so much, Kayla."

"I love you, too," I said. I leaned forward to unbutton my jeans, and Stiles did the same. I stopped and watched him take off his jeans and throw them to the floor, then he turned to me and noticed mine were still on. He leaned down and slowly pulled them off my legs, then tossed them on the floor with his. Our lips continued to collide, and we became lost in each other for what felt like an eternity.

I sat up and looked over to the window, noticing it was dusk and that the darkness of night was fast approaching. "I can't believe it's that late already," I said.

"Well, time flys when you're having fun," Stiles laughed. I layed back down next to him and laughed, too. He stared down into my eyes. "You're so beautiful."

I felt myself blush, and it made me blush even more once I remembered I was still naked in his bed. "So are you," I replied.

He laughed. "No I'm not. But you, you really are. And that was...amazing."

"Wanna do it again?" I joked, but he raised his eyebrows and shifted his naked body closer to mine. I chuckled. "I was only kidding, but I guess that means you want to!"

"I'm just happy laying here with you. I didn't h-hurt you, did I?"

I thought for a moment. At first, it was more painful than I was expecting, and it probably didn't help that he definitely wasn't lacking in that department, but after a little I was fine. "Only a little at first," I told him honestly. His face looked sad. "But after that it was perfect," I added with a small smile. His expression went from sad to excited and he pressed his lips to mine softly. I glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the nightstand, and it was a little after seven. "I really should get home, it's getting late and my aunt will start freaking if I'm not back soon."

"No, don't go," he whined, hugging me to his chest and resting his head on top of mine. I sighed. I could totally stay like this forever. "Okay, fine, I'll take you home," he laughed sweetly. "I don't want you getting in trouble at my expense. Plus my dad's gonna be home soon anyway."

"Yeah, and we definitely don't want him walking in on us like this," I joked, "since for some reason he always manages to catch us doing something!"

Stiles cracked up, and so did I. "That would be so bad if he caught us right now!"

"Yeah, talk about awkward," I laughed back.

We got dressed as we continued to laugh about all the awkward moments when his dad found us, especially the first night in Lydia's driveway. Soon we were in the jeep and on the way back to my house. Stiles clutched the steering wheel with one hand, and held onto mine with the other. I stared out the window, smiling dazily, unable to fully process all that had happened between us in the past few hours. I was reeling, feeling a wave of relief I had given my virginity to someone as special as Stiles, and that, in return I had taken his. It was a strange, yet happy feeling, which made it clear to me that I really was truly in love with him. Everything between us felt so right.

"Watcha thinkin' about?" Stiles asked me.

"Just how much I love you," I replied sweetly.

He glanced at me with a sideways smile. "How much is that?"

"More than you know," I muttered more to myself than to him. He squeezed my hand.

At that moment, a dark figure jumped out into the middle of the road, causing Stiles to swerve to the left and hit a small patch of bushes at the start of the woods. I screamed as the figure was heading towards the jeeps. "Kayla, come on!" Stiles yelled, as he pulled me over the clutch and out the drivers side door with him, then off into the woods. I could feel the monster's feeting pound against the dirt as it followed us deep beyond the trees. Soon there was silence behind us, and we stopped behind a large patch of bushes.

"Is it gone?" I whispered as quietly as I could.

"I think so," he whispered back. I let out a small sigh of relief, until I heard a snarl come up from behind me. I turned to see the dark brown, hairy beast standing there, its head a few feet taller than mine. I screamed, and it picked up over its shoulder, and turned around, carrying me away from Stiles. "Kayla!" he yelled as he took off running towards us.

"Stiles!" I cried, feeling the stream of tears cascading down my cheeks. I kicked as hard as I could, and finally it threw me down against the ground. All I felt was pain throughout my body, especially in my left arm. It stood over me, and leaned its horrific face unbearably close to mine and growled, bearing just about every teeth in its mouth. Then it stopped for a moment, as if it was listening to something no one else could hear. It reached out a clawed hand and touched my stomach. It almost appeared as if it was careful not to claw my guts out of me. I layed there, unable to move or speak. Then it looked back at me, and it seemed as if it was smiling at me. In one swift movement, it lifted my left arm, and the pain was unbearable, feeling as if my bones were shattering. Then, it sunk its teeth deep into me, and my whole world went black.


Okay so I know that was a lot, but let me know what you think! I've never written a 'sex scene' so I wasn't exactly sure how to go about it, lol. Sorry for the cliffhanger :P let me know what you thought of the chapter, please and thank you!