She was running late – no surprise there – but she doubted there would be any repercussions for her bad time management skills except maybe a slap on the wrist, it wasn't like they would send her back to the depths of hell over something so small, especially when they needed her oh so much otherwise why go through all the effort of bringing her back?
Huh… if they weren't such dicks Kayla may have even thought about getting them a thank you card.
She stepped into the small clearing, shoes crunching over leaves and twigs and spied them crowded around the dead stump of the Nemeton.
"You're late" Natália was the first to notice her presence, barely even glancing up from admiring her nails.
"I had some business to take care of" she dismissed, stepping closer as the silvery light from the moon blared down on them.
"You mean that human of yours?" and she narrowed her eyes at Andrès, "I can smell him all over you. Clearly we need to teach you that ordinary humans are so below our kind"
"I was getting him to drop the puppy dog eyes and leave me the hell alone actually" she fact-checked them with a stern voice and Juan, who was sitting perched on the trunk, smirked to himself at her attitude, "and he's not my human. I don't want him"
"We are glad to hear that" Juan grinned, stepping up off the Nemeton and tilting his head at her curiously, "come cousin, step forward" he extended an arm to her, graciously holding out his palm for her to take, "let's begin shall we?"
She stiffened, already plotting in her head that if push came to shove how she could defeat all three of them within seconds because to her, right now, survival was everything and if they posed a threat she wouldn't hesitate to take them down, no matter what they sprouted about family.
"It's just an initiation" Juan reassured and she relaxed a little, slipping her dainty hand into his and stepping forward, "I trust you're aware of our heritage"
She nodded, "there were four royal families, blah blah blah, kingdom, blah blah blah, united their power to make them stronger, blah" she finished with, "and I'm guessing that because there's four of us, you're all descended from a royal bloodline"
"Correct" Juan nodded, "all from different bloodlines which makes us cousins but you, my dear, we needed you. We needed offspring from the Araujo's clan to complete the circle, the uniting of power. We tracked you down, found out who you were but it was too late, you were already set to die. So we went against our better judgement, defying ancient forces to get you back and all for this moment" he spread his arms and she expected something interesting to happen, the ground to shake, puppies to fall from the sky, but nothing and wow-that was very fucking anticlimactic, "so we can finally become the hunters and not the hunted"
"So little girl-" Natália smirked, "-do you understand why you owe your life to us?"
"I don't owe you jack shit" she shrugged, sending the woman a heated glare, "and in case you forgot, my bloodline is the most powerful which means I'm very powerful, so maybe it's not a good idea for you to piss me off"
Natália's bottom lip curled, her eyes flaring from dark brown to bright green in the space of a second but Andrès grabbed her arm and jolted her back before she could move.
"Unfortunately Natália, she's right" Juan stepped between them, "you are the strongest here. Your bloodline were the kings among kings. They had the most bloodlust and the purest sexual desire. Unfortunately, I don't like your odds against all three of us" Juan reasoned, "so why don't we all play nice hm?"
Natália jerked away from Andrès' grip, straightening out her leather jacket and flipping some of those gorgeous dark tresses over her shoulder.
"I wouldn't worry about Nat here" Andrès grinned, "she gets jealous of other females should she think they're better than her. I've seen her rip the throat from a Miss U.S.A winner"
Both boys laughed as Natália shot them both glares, that bright luminous green returning to her gaze.
"Now come-" Juan nodded her over to the trunk, "-to unite our power we need you to spill some blood – prove to us you're on our side"
She heard Stiles' words rattling around inside her head, about how she should do whatever it took to survive, to play along if she had to until she could take them down if need be and this was a perfect opportunity. If she pretended to be their friend, to work with them, they then may trust her with their secrets, with their weak spots and should they ever threaten her existence again then she really would tear their still beating hearts from their chests.
Because no-one, no-one, got away with threatening her.
"Fine by me" she smirked, "killing sure is fun"
Juan grinned at her apparent excitement, nodding to Andrès and a few seconds later he appeared from behind the Nemeton with a struggling girl in his grip, a girl who she recognised from her Econ class – Rosie something or other, sweet girl, too sweet for her own good sometimes.
"No, no please, please don't do this" she begged, frizzy hair scraped back into a ponytail, large framed glasses smudged with her tears as she struggled in Andrès' grip, "Please, please don't, my family, my sister… no, please, Kayla, help me" she begged, "Kayla help me, please"
"Tear her throat out" Juan instructed, "rip into her jugular until her heart stops and do it all with your teeth"
"Kinda messy don't you think?" she scoffed, "neck-snapping is equally as effective"
"Her blood needs to be spilt on the Nemeton, the more the better" and at Juan's nod, Andrès threw her into Kayla's grip and she had to hurriedly catch her flailing body, holding it tightly so she couldn't escape, "let's see what you've got cousin"
"Unless, of course, you're in over your head" Natália smirked, just trying to wind her up, "maybe you're not as heartless as everyone thinks hm? Could it be that human of yours is making you soft?"
"You have no idea what I'm capable of" Kayla snarled, letting her eyes glow that ferocious green in nothing short of terrifying lethal anger as her nails sunk into the girl's arms who whimpered at the pain.
"I don't believe you" Natália continued, watching eagerly as Kayla's annoyance rocketed, "I think you're just a little girl with a far too big ego. I also think that if I paid your human a visit I could make him worship the ground I walk on before I tear him to pieces, slowly, painfully-"
But Kayla didn't give her chance to finish her sentence before she let out a loud angry growl, slamming the girl backwards so she was sprawled over the trunk of the Nemeton and barely felt her teeth changing into those razor sharp k-nines before she tore into the girl's neck, much to her cousins delight.
They smirked as the girl – Rosie – let out a loud shout of pain, jerking and writhing underneath Kayla in agony as she tore into her neck, blood sprouting out from the torn artery and dripping heavily onto the Nemeton below but still Kayla didn't stop – she was angry, furious even, and found herself taking it out on this innocent girl below, bleeding her dry, even when her heart gave up she continued until half her neck was gaping open and she spat out a mouthful of bloodied flesh, pushing herself up and met her cousins gazes.
"Don't you ever threaten me again" she said lowly, raising a thumb and swiping at the corner of her mouth despite the fact her entire chin, neck and chest was drenched in blood but she said it in such a way that all three of them felt a shiver travel down their spines, "or I promise you, you all shall live to regret it - that human is off limits, to each one of you"
Juan just gulped, his gaze drifting over the dead girl whose blood was seeping into the trunk before meeting Kayla's eerily still stare, making himself smirk.
Oh she was very powerful indeed and he loved it.
He stepped forward just as a rumble of thunder shook the earth, flashes of lightning snaking across the darkened sky – initiation was complete. All four were now a team, a family and more powerful than ever.
"Welcome cousin" Juan nodded politely and Kayla watched, her mind already drifting to how she could get rid of them if she didn't find a use for them, "I feel we're all going to have so much fun"
"I'm so not in the mood to study" Malia groaned, slamming the math book shut, "I give up"
"You can't give up yet" Stiles chuckled, "you're starting to get it"
"I'm really not" Malia just pushed herself up into a sitting position on Stiles' bed, crossing her legs, "maths is hard and a total waste of time"
"Unfortunately it's a pretty mandatory subject" he smirked, sitting up too and glancing at the clock, "well we have been at it for a couple of hours, you want a break?"
"Please" she sighed in relief.
"Okay" he laughed, "I'm sure I have some snacks hidden away somewhere" he jumped up, loping over to the other side of the room to grab some popcorn, chips and Reece's he had stored away for occasions such as this and dumped them on the bed, perching himself at the edge and immediately going for the Reece's.
"Do you think I'll get it?" Malia asked, popping open the bag of chips, "it's been over two months and I still don't understand"
"You were also a coyote for the better part of eight years, in two months you've come a long way" he reassured, "just be patient"
"I don't have any patience"
"I'm well aware" he chuckled, "but it'll come, don't worry. If it makes you feel any better, I'm not that great at maths either – Lydia and Kayla were the experts in that field"
Malia frowned a little at that, giving him a critical look over, "Although I don't like her very much, I am sorry" she apologised, "you seem to love her very much"
"Uh… who?"
"Kayla"
"Yeah, well, worst mistake of my life" he scoffed, "as soon as I learnt of her second name I should've stayed away but…" he trailed off with a shrug, "I was being a stupid teenager in love I guess"
Malia frowned, putting down her bag of chips, "Uh… it was only a few hours ago you were talking about wanting to help her"
"No one can help her" he shook his head, "not now, not ever. Not after everything she's done"
Malia was just growing more confused by the second, wondering whether she had missed some obvious signs, "no… I specifically remember you telling her you would always be there for her"
"I changed my mind" he dismissed, "what's the big deal? I thought you out of everyone would be pleased I've given up"
"Well… yeah" but there was still something not right about any of this, she just couldn't put her finger on it, "but that is just because you're my friend and I don't want to see you hurt"
"Exactly, and loving Kayla would just continue to hurt me, so it's a win win" he shrugged dismissively, "just let her do her thing, I don't care anymore"
Malia was shocked at his brash tone, her gut churning as she watched him but he just gave her a passive look back, "what?"
"Nothing" she lied, "so you're really over her? Just like that?"
"Just like that" he confirmed, nodding quickly, "she's a monster now, I can't love someone that kills for fun or sleeps around"
Malia smiled a little to herself, "maybe it's for the best"
"It is for the best" he emphasised, "now I can finally move on with my life y'know? No more apologies, no more guilt, no more trying to save someone that doesn't want to be saved"
"But you loved her before didn't you?" she asked curiously, "before she died?"
"Yeah, so much" he agreed, "and that Kayla is someone I will always love – but she's dead and she's not coming back. The thing that she is now is just an empty shell. Maybe it would've been better if she stayed dead"
Malia tucked some loose hair behind her ear, sighing loudly, "that makes me… happy"
He smirked, "happy that I'm not in love with anyone anymore?"
"Happy that you're putting yourself first. You're right, Kayla isn't worth it"
He glanced down, blinking quickly, "not anymore she isn't"
But even as he said the words they still didn't feel quite right on his tongue, like they left a bad taste in his mouth but he just shook his head, dismissing those thoughts. He thought of Kayla and all he saw was a bloodthirsty, soulless monster, not the girl he had once fallen in love with. Maybe she had just done too much bad for him to forgive her and think she was worth putting his time and energy into saving her when it was clear she didn't want him to.
"You have that thinking face on" Malia observed, "what is it?"
"It just… it didn't dawn on me before but I… I really don't love her anymore" he whispered in amazement, "I feel… nothing" he glanced up, "I really feel nothing"
"And you're definitely happy about that right?" Malia asked, tone dripping in confusion, "I can't tell"
And he found himself smiling a little, like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, "yeah… yeah I'm happy about it, I just don't know when it happened"
"Does it matter?" she wondered.
"No, I guess not. Thanks for understanding… I doubt the others will be as pleased"
Malia scooted closer to him on the bed, quirking a brow, "what if she kills again? What are we supposed to do then?"
"I don't know" he murmured, "but I don't really want to think about that right now"
"Okay" she nodded, smiling a little, "then we'll talk about something else. Like how the hell am I going to ever understand maths?"
Stiles laughed, "honestly? I really don't know the answer to that, practice I guess"
She huffed, "and I'm guessing that will take time, right?"
"You guessed right" he reached out, placing his hand over hers on the bed, "but it's okay, you have me and Scott and Lydia, we can catch you up no problem"
Her stare fell to his hand, watching it curiously as she frowned, warmth spreading through her veins as she somewhat shyly glanced up and met his stare. Never did she think she would ever be back in school, somewhat enjoying it with friends. The last time she had friends she was eight, when she was a coyote it was a life filled with isolation and misery. Sometimes she couldn't quite believe this was her life now.
"Stiles…?"
"Yeah?" he answered, completely oblivious to her intense staring.
"Thank you"
"Uh, yeah" he smiled, "it's alright-oomph" whatever else he said was cut off by her lips crashing against his, muffling the rest of his sentence and he just froze. For whatever reason he wasn't sure how to respond, not expecting her to do something quite as blunt and straightforward even though he knew she may have had a small crush on him – he wasn't as oblivious as people thought he was – so he just tensed for a few seconds, his mind whirling.
He liked Malia as a friend, anything more and he wasn't entirely sure. Plus it didn't help she was Kayla's half-sister, something that-oh yeah-Malia still didn't know about. But he had spent so much time loving Kayla, grieving for her and even trying to find some light in her darkness that he never really let himself feel anything for anyone else. Maybe he should just move on, that could be the final step.
So after a few seconds he kissed her back, raising a hand and threading it through her hair and he was sure she smiled a little, pushing him flat on his back on the bed and straddling his hips, continuing to mould their lips together and he felt a small pleasurable buzz hum through his body, not really sure where this was going or if he even wanted it to go any further because, sure, she was funny and beautiful and a great friend, she really was, but she just…
… she wasn't Kayla.
Not the now Kayla, the old one. Before she died. He may have, somehow, stopped loving her, he may just hate her after everything she had done but he still missed how she was before all this crap.
But he pushed it from his mind, letting her take over, running his hands over her hips and tugging her down, letting himself get lost in the moment for just a few seconds – a little while to enjoy himself.
But whatever pleasure he got from it was cut short as his bedroom door was wrenched open and it took a couple of seconds for his mind to register the interruption, jumping in shock and pushing Malia up a little by her shoulders, craning his neck back over the edge of the bed as he flushed red.
"Oh don't mind me" Kayla waved her hand in their general direction, striding over to his chest of drawers, "I just need a change of clothes"
"Kayla what-what are you doing?" he demanded, helping Malia off him and frowning in anger at his former lover, "you can't just barge in here like you own the place"
"Keep your pants on" she scoffed but twisted her head over her shoulder and cocked a brow at the closeness of the two of them, "or don't. Huh… it worked" she said to herself, ignoring the slight twinge of hurt at the sight of the two of them, a little shocked that her compulsion had worked so well before just rolling her eyes and searching for a spare change of clothes in amongst Stiles', knowing that he would've kept them.
"I don't care what you're looking for, just get out"
"Jeez, chill Stiles, someone has a stick up their ass" she scoffed, 'ahaing' as she found exactly what she was looking for and tugged it from the drawers, turning around to face them as she stripped out of her bloody clothes, well aware both their eyes bugged from their sockets at the sight of the fresh copper blood staining her outfit.
"What did you do?" Stiles asked, shaking his head.
"What I had to" she answered, kicking away the dirtied clothes and pulling on a fresh pair of denim shorts, "so enough of the glares before I'm tempted to rip your eyes out"
Malia let out a huff and narrowed her eyes, the overwhelming stench of blood tickling her nostrils, "killing innocent people is something you have to do huh? Why? Is that the only way you feel powerful and in control?!"
Kayla just gritted her teeth as she tugged on her purple vest top, shaking out her long hair, "you wouldn't understand" she cast a quick glance to Stiles at that, meeting his heated glare, "neither of you would. I made sure of that"
He had to frown at her cryptic words, his brain going into overload as he shimmied to the edge of the bed and stood up, balling his fists at his sides.
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
She sighed, rolling her eyes, "I gave you a way out, be grateful"
He was more confused than ever, stepping in front of her before she could leave again, "no, you'll answer me now Kayla"
She cocked a brow, "why should I?"
"Because I'm damn well asking you a question" he raged, sidestepping at the same time she did, "no more games Kayla, please"
She pouted playfully, "games are so much fun though" patting his chest, "just sit back and relax and enjoy hating me Stiles, enjoy not being tied down. I am" she advised before sending Malia a sly look over her shoulder and smirking at Stiles, "seems I was right – your type is definitely Hales"
What? He was so bewildered at her statement that she managed to step around him and make her way to the door and he was so confused, so damn shocked at the words that left her lips because did she mean what he thought she meant? Did she know about Malia? But how could she, Lydia only told them after Kayla's death, none of it made any sense but it did cause panic to swell in his chest. If she knew that meant she had leverage over every one of them because if, and when, Malia finds out she would be pissed. She would hate them. She would feel betrayed, all because Stiles and the rest of their friends didn't have the guts to tell Malia the truth about her real family.
Stiles just watched her go, his fists loosening at his sides as she slammed the door shut.
"What did she mean by that?" Malia asked, standing up off the bed with a confused gleam shining in her brown eyes.
"… Who knows" he dismissed, unclenching his jaw, "Kayla can be as cryptic as hell" he was basically lying through his teeth but it had to be done, at least for now – he didn't know how Malia would handle learning her dad was a former psychotic Alpha who killed and terrorised god knows how many people and her half-sister was basically a soulless killing machine.
"Hm" for a second he thought she wouldn't let it drop but she just shrugged a second later, her eyes dropping to the bloody clothes, "I wonder who she killed this time?"
"I'm not even sure I want to know" his stomach churned at that, seeing the red that stained the once flawless clothes, wondering how she could even be like this when just ten weeks ago she was helping him shower because he was too weak to even walk after the nogitsune left his body, holding him as he cried – how could someone so caring and loving suddenly just snap?
"Uh so about, uh, about before…" he mumbled, trailing off a little awkwardly as he glanced at Malia, scratching the back of his neck, "uh… that was um.. it was nice but I… I mean…"
"It was my first kiss"
"-but I don't know if-wait, what?" he stuttered, "I-I was your first kiss? Ever?"
"It's not like coyotes go around kissing each other" she pointed out bluntly, "but I agree. It was nice"
"Uh… heh, yeah…" he dropped his hand, wringing them both together and coughed to cover up the awkward silence, "so-"
"Can we do it again?"
He jolted at her bluntness, shaking himself back to reality, "with who? With me?"
Malia just frowned and glanced around, "I don't see anyone else here, do you?"
"Uh… heh" he blushed a little, guilt swimming in his gut but he didn't know why – Kayla and him weren't together, he had stopped loving her and she was off screwing anyone and everyone else, why should he put his life on pause because his psycho ex-girlfriend had risen from the grave?
Okay, wow, that was really mean, where did that even come from?
But before he could contemplate his words Malia was in front of him, hands on his cheeks and tugging him forward into a heated kiss and okay-wow, what a distraction.
They tumbled on the bed, jotters and textbooks crinkling under their bodies and Stiles just flipped them over, mumbling a quick 'hold on' as he pushed himself up and tried to quickly move away the schoolwork but something caught his eye, frowning down at the confusing scribbles on the paper.
"Uh… Malia… did you write this?"
"No, those are Lydia's notes" she craned her neck back, still having a strong grip on his shirt, "and they are really confusing. I don't understand them one bit – do you see why I hate maths so much?"
He manoeuvred his body off hers, getting totally distracted as his eyes washed over the strange letters and symbols – no bloody wonder Malia was failing.
"Uh yeah, these aren't math notes" he mumbled, glancing up, "I'm not even sure what the hell it is"
But he fully intended to find out.
"You what?"
"Oh don't look at me with those judgey-eyes Mr-I-bit-a-freshman-and-left-him-in-my-bathtub" Stiles waved away Scott's shocked look, "it was just a kiss okay? Relax. Fine, two kisses" he added, "no big deal"
"It's a very big deal" Scott mumbled, keeping his voice down as they heard Liam whimper from the bathroom, "you kissed Malia… who is Kayla's sister…"
"Half-sister" he corrected, "that makes all the difference"
"No it really doesn't"
"Fine it's messed up, I know" Stiles gave in, "I was just really confused alright? It won't happen again"
Scott cocked a brow before frowning deeply, "I know it's confusing Stiles but we'll get Kayla back, I promise"
"Don't bother" Stiles dismissed, "if she wants to stay this way then let her"
Scott's frown deepened, "Stiles are you okay?"
"What-yeah, of course I am – why?"
"Because it was only a few hours ago you were totally devastated over the whole Kayla situation and now, what? You're magically okay with it?"
He shrugged, "or maybe I've just realised some people can't be saved – she's only been back a few days Scott and look at everything she's done. How many more people have to die for everyone to realise that she's not the Kayla we knew… she's a monster"
"She was in hell Stiles, just in case you forgot" Scott pointed out, "I saw it… relentless pain and torture, we can't really blame her for lashing out"
"I can" Stiles shrugged, "I'm sorry Scott but it's time to give up. Stop caring before she makes you regret it"
"So you just stopped loving her, just like that?"
"Just like that" Stiles nodded, "and it feels good"
"No… no something isn't right here" Scott mused, "you wouldn't have just fallen out of love with her – not Kayla, not the girl you cried over for two months"
"And I'll still cry for that girl" Stiles tried to reason with, "because she's still dead. This Kayla isn't her"
Scott just scrubbed a hand down his face, realisation dawning on his features, "she compelled you, didn't she?"
"What? No" Stiles scoffed, "I don't know what you're talking about"
"It makes perfect sense – you've always been her weak spot, even with no emotions, and you were getting through to her so she made you believe you don't love her – she's cunning I'll give her that"
"That isn't what happened" he denied, "I just came to my senses"
"Look we'll sort this after we fix the Liam situation alright?" Scott clapped his shoulder, "maybe Deaton will know what to do"
And that just left Stiles more confused than ever, frowning at his best friend.
He was sure, so damn sure, that he hated her and everything she represented, that he had plucked up the courage to finally fall out of love with someone who had made it her life's mission to be as unlovable as possible, but could that all be an illusion?
And just like all those months ago with the nogitsune, he wasn't sure where his feelings ended and a cold, dark influence began.
"Has anyone ever told you you fidget about a hundred times more than the average person?"
"Funnily enough, you" she chuckled, sighing loudly as she turned around on her back and saw Stiles smirking at her, his eyes still half shut with sleep, "sorry I'm keeping you awake"
"It's alright" he whispered, slipping his arm around her waist and tugging her flush against his warm body, "why can't you sleep?"
"Dunno" she mumbled, loving the feel of his hand caressing the bare skin of her stomach, twisting her head to the side to watch his tired features smile at her through the darkness, "just can't"
"Very informative answer, thank you"
She playfully elbowed him, twisting around on her side to face him so his arm fell over her waist, "even when half asleep you're still a smartass"
"Of course" he smirked, peeling his eyes open once again, "but you love it"
"Unfortunately" she teased, her cold legs intertwining with his, "apparently my past self never got the memo not to fall in love and do all those disgustingly sappy cutesy coupley moments"
"I'm so glad past you missed that" he tugged her closer so their noses brushed, "otherwise I wouldn't have anyone to do this with" and with that he somehow managed to pull her onto his chest before she could even get her head around it, "now try and sleep, you've told me many times I'm very comfortable"
She snorted in amusement, glancing up and gazing down at his face through the dark, "have I ever told you how much I love you Stilinski?"
"Lots, but I'm totally up for hearing it again"
"Good" she laughed, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips, "because I love your dumbass more than pretzels and cheese"
"Romantic"
She grinned to herself, letting her head rest under his chin as he sleepily stroked her back, tracing each bump in her spine and it wasn't long until she had drifted off, no more fidgeting needed.
"No, stop it" she mumbled to herself, tapping the side of her head, "no stupid memories please"
Because, right now, the last thing she needed was reminders of her past life – especially ones that involved him.
She glanced up through the darkened night sky, gaze settling on her old house and felt the hatred well inside her, her fists clenching at her sides.
She may have hated hell but now, in this moment, she hated that damn house and the person in it more than was probably socially acceptable.
So she just strolled forward, calming striding through the front lawn and up the porch, lifting her hand and chapping on the door.
"Well then… let's see if we can survive this evening then, shall we?" Kayla asked, smirking to herself as Stiles still looked a little dumbfounded from the kiss, his eyes glazed over.
"Uh… it's a highschool dance – not much can go wrong"
He had taken her hand, interlacing their fingers as they walked over the threshold out onto the porch and she glanced slyly at the side, watching Stiles bite his lip nervously, his hairline beading with sweat and she just smiled to herself at his nerves, squeezing his hand in reassurance as he glanced up, meeting her calming stare and smiled back.
"Nope, we are not going there tonight" she shook her head quickly, hating how all these memories were seeping in through the cracks and had to take a couple of deep breaths, shutting her mind off. She didn't know why those images were forcing themselves in her head, she didn't want them, she didn't even want to remember them but they were there, plaguing her ever since that moment in the hospital where she made Stiles believe he wholeheartedly hated her.
Maybe it was whatever little conscience she had telling her she had made an awful mistake and to reverse it but she wasn't that easily swayed – him not loving her was better for everyone.
However, she thanked the distraction as the door opened and forced the smirk to pull at her lips as her mom stood there, her face dropping.
"Hello mother" she greeted brightly, "did you miss me?"
A sickening crunch of bones echoed throughout the still night air as her fist came in contact with her nose which caused the woman to fall backwards, sprawled out on the floor, totally dazed as blood gushed down her chin.
Kayla took a quick glance over her shoulder, checking the street was empty before stepping over the threshold and slowly letting the door close behind her, ready for a long and bloody night ahead.
AN) IM SORRY or am I? no I am haha but like stalia wont be a thing don't worry but still THE FEELS haha and kayla is remembering such tender moments but she's like NOPE not going there ha, and wow wonder if Jody will finally get what is coming to her? Ahah so please please review and I will see you all super super soon (even tho I have so much uni work but oh well) haha see ya soon x