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"So what do you say? Me you and Lydia binging on Ice cream and rom com movies after school? Sound good?" Allison was way too chirpy for a Monday fricking morning, that was for sure. She bounced along side Kayla as they made their way to the girls locker room to dump their stuff there to watch Lacrosse practice as they both had a free period.
"Yeah sure, fine, if there's ice cream involved count me in" Kayla groaned, half tired-half grumpy, nursing a plastic cup full of coffee, her sunglasses in place to keep any and all light away from her, "except for the rom coms, can't we go for maybe, I dunno, thriller, horror, murder mystery, something cannibally?"
"Lydia would have a fit and you know, what Lydia wants-"
"-Lydia gets, yeah yeah" Kayla waved her hand and apparently her pace was too slow for Allison as the brunette grabbed her arm and tugged her along straight into the locker room despite Kayla's protests and general death threats in her direction. It was way too early for this shit.
She leaned against the row of lockers, closing her eyes contently and breathing in the strong smell of coffee, almost falling asleep where she stood as she listened to Allison talking about her archery training at the weekend, at least until her peace was disturbed by the mean girls otherwise known as Beacon Hills newly formed cheerleader team. Yes, a fucking cheerleader team out of all things to have. Full of little blonde bitchy things that loved to wave their poms poms about, cheering at the top of their lungs loud enough to give you ear damage. It was absolutely ridiculous.
"Hey slut" by this point she knew they were talking to her. It was how all threatened females talked to her these days and to be quite frank she couldn't really give two shits any more.
"Howdy" Kayla didn't even bother opening her eyes as she saluted them, thinking that they would just get their digs in and leave but nope, apparently this day was different. Yay, how fun.
"Sweetie, in case you haven't noticed we're inside, you can take the shades off now" one told her patronisingly whilst her little clique giggled like little school kids. Immature asshats.
"Or maybe I have them on so I don't have to see you and get blinded by your bitchiness, ever thought of that?" Kayla smirked, peeling her eyes open and loving how the little blonde thing, Crystal she was sure her name was, looked affronted and almost disgusted by her statement.
"Oh I'm sorry, can't you think of a witty comeback?" Kayla smirked, "shame, and here I was really looking forward to the challenge"
"You are just ridiculous" Crystal shot back, rolling her eyes.
Kayla grinned, "that's me, ridiculous with a capital R"
Allison nudged her, shaking her head quickly and quite clearly conveying the message of 'please don't start here' as she just shrugged - the blonde bitch started it, not her.
Crystals long blonde hair was tied up in a high pony tail, the Cyclones colours of tassles wrapped through her hair as she quirked her lips, "how's that boyfriend of yours doing?" And Kayla immediately picked up on her tone so full of deliberate juiciness, like she was about to sink her teeth into something that didn't belong to her.
"Fine" Kayla answered curtly, "not that it's any of your business"
The blonde smirked again, like she knew she was getting to her, "he got buff over the summer"
"Yeah, I noticed" her answer was sharp and bitter, her jaw clenched, "in case you forgot, it's me that gets to undress him"
Crystal just rolled her eyes and turned back to her little clique as Allison shot Kayla a look.
"What?" Kayla asked, "she's a she devil in disguise, of course I'm going to get snappy with her when she looks about ready to eat Stiles for supper"
"That was jealousy" Allison corrected with a smirk, "you were jealous"
"I was not jealous"
"You were so jealous I thought you were going to punch her"
"I wouldn't have to be jealous to punch her" Kayla grumbled under her breath, "I would happily wipe that stupid smirk off her face"
"Jealousy" Allison repeated, looking so elated over it, "just admit it"
"I don't get jealous" she denied even if that wasn't strictly true, "jealousy is for idiots" she claimed but she couldn't help but glance from the corner of her eye at that blonde bitch, her eyes narrowing in fiery anger. She didn't know why because she trusted Stiles and knew he would never fall for her act but still, she just felt so... So... So... Jealous.
No. No, no, no. Hell no. No, it was just anger, totally not jealousy. Nope.
"-good in bed... And good is putting it lightly" she caught the tail end of one of Crystals' BFF's sentence and clenched her jaw - okay so maybe she was jealous, especially because she knew they were talking about Stiles.
"I'll bet" Crystal had her voice raised, no doubt just so Kayla could hear, "apparently his hip action is divine" her high pitched voice purred and by this point Kayla was spitting fire.
"Hm" Allison gave a short laugh from beside her, "that is so jealousy"
"Shut up" Kayla grumbled under her breath, not ready to admit that, her eyes narrowing as Crystal and her hoard of pests made their way over, deliberately stopping in front of her to flash her a dangerous smile.
"You know slut-" again with the creative names, note the sarcasm, "-you and your clique of friends are down at the bottom of the food chain now, I'm in charge" she stepped within her personal space, probably trying to intimidate her but all it did was make her screw her face up at the amount of strong perfume that assaulted her nostrils, "which means boys fall at my feet, including yours"
"I'd like to see you try I really would" Kayla's tone held a note of threat, "but you lay one finger on him and I'll snap it off"
She had the satisfaction of watching Crystal become slightly terrified and just grinned back.
"We'll see" the girls voice shook a little before a devious smirk made its way to her red painted lips, "after all-" she unzipped her cheerleader jacket and slung it into the arms of one of her slackies, "what guy can resist this?"
She pushed past Kayla, all long legs and push up bra and Allison had to literally grab her arm to stop her jumping on that bitch's back and clawing those fake ass hair extensions from her big head.
"I'm going to kill her" Kayla seethed, "I've done it before, I could do it again"
Allison's airy laugh floated to her ears, "come on, we'll be late to the game"
Kayla was still raging as Allison looped her arm with hers and practically dragged her to the field and got their seats next to Lydia on the bleachers.
"What's up with you?" Lydia asked, giving her a critical once over, "you look ready to blow"
"I'll blow her up" Kayla muttered under her breath as she narrowed her eyes at Crystal waving those stupid ass poms poms about on the pitch for her cheerleader practice, "I wish that was one of my powers, her ass would be a Fourth of July firework by now"
"Jealousy?" Lydia asked, leaning around Kayla to smirk at Allison.
"Jealousy" Allison confirmed, amusement laced in her voice.
"Of course it's jealousy" Kayla gave up the whole facade, bitterness seeping into her veins, "she's gonna be all over Stiles in a minute, you heard what she said"
"And I wonder where she got all her facts from" Allison grinned causing Kayla to frown at her in confusion, "you're not exactly subtle in your bragging"
"Of course I'm not" Kayla agreed, "Stiles is great in bed, that wasn't a lie"
"We know" Lydia smirked, "just like how us and the whole school also knows how talented he is with his tongue - and not necessarily in the mouth-" whoops... She did say that, in the cafeteria if she remembered correctly, "and how, and I quote, he has better hip action than Shakira"
Also true, she said that in gym class and almost made coach choke on his whistle.
"And-" Allison sounded way too amused by this, "-you also may or may not have let slip the length of his... You know..."
Okay true, she did. In the middle of a pop quiz but to be fair he was the one feeling her up under the table, wasn't her fault she got a little flustered.
"... Yeah... I guess I should be a little more... Restrained" she hummed, acknowledging the fact her loose lips may have alerted a few people to the idea that, no, Stiles wasn't a virgin and yes, he was very skilled in the bedroom department.
"Maybe" Allison laughed, "I still find it hard to look him in the eye after that bombshell in chemistry" obviously referring to the slip of Stiles', Uh, measurements.
"Trust me, if he was naked you would not be wanting to look in his eyes if you get my hint"
"Oh my god" Lydia laughed loudly as Allison blushed, "just watch your boyfriend at practice and push that blonde thing from your head, she has nothing on you"
If only that were true.
The whole practice Kayla had her teeth gritted so hard she was sure they were going to crack by the sheer force, unable to fully concentrate on the fact Stiles' game had seriously improved because she had one eye on Crystal the entire time.
Watching that fake little smiles she kept shooting to the team, how when one of them scored she would wave those poms poms with the intention just to grab their attention, especially when Stiles scored she would shriek out his name and grin widely like she was his proud girlfriend. This was actually fucking ridiculous. She couldn't take this anymore.
Why was she expected to act civil when that bitch was clearly acting like a devious little brat just because she thought she was the 'it' girl? She should've brought the target down way before now.
When coach called for a break she was seriously debating going over there, grabbing Stiles and full on making out with him in the middle of the pitch but she got there first. Of course she did, guess Kayla underestimated that little bitch.
"Hey Stiles" he glanced up, pausing his action midway of wiping the sweat from his forehead, his eyes widening as he saw none other than Crystal Sinclair, head of the cheerleader team. Wait, what? In what world did popular people talk to him? He glanced around awkwardly, making sure she was addressing him, not willing to make a fool of himself.
"Uh... Yeah?" He asked gulping loudly, "me?"
"Yes you silly" she laughed lightly, delicately, like one of those old fashioned ladies, "I just came to say you're really good out there"
Whoa, a compliment, that was so rare, especially from her. She had a bit of a reputation for being mean and as hard as nails, hence why Stiles was so utterly confused why she was talking to him.
"Uh... Thanks" she grinned, like a predator about to lure it's prey to the death, "I think"
She laughed again, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "and by good I mean really good"
Her tone held some other meaning that he didn't, or couldn't, pick up on, starting to feel a little uncomfortable.
"Heh... Uh..." He scratched the back of his neck, "there's others better than me"
She sent him a sly grin, laying her hand on his forearm, "but none as good looking"
Holy crap, what the hell was going on? She raised her hand, slowly trailing it across his bicep as he flushed, not quite sure what to do. He didn't want to be rude, especially to a girl.
"Um... Heh Uh..." He stuttered, flushing a deep red, "you're nice and everything but I kinda have a girlfriend"
A totally awesome girlfriend who he was not going to cheat on thank you very much.
"Kinda?" She smirked, "you either do or you don't... Everything okay in that department?"
"Yes, yes everything's fine, dandy, pure gold" he rambled quickly, "if you'll excuse me-"
"She doesn't appreciate you" Crystal shook her head mockingly, "but I do... I would" holy crap, what the holy hell was this? Was someone setting him up? Was he on a prank show for the worlds' worst boyfriend or something? "You could be at the top of the food chain, not the bottom"
"The bottom has a nice view" he mumbled, gulping as she advanced that little bit further into his personal space, her free hand toying with a small pendent that hung from her neck and rested across her bust, "plus me and heights? Not so good, I get all fuzzy and dizzy-"
She rolled her eyes, displeased at his ramblings, "shut up"
Okay, shut up, got it. He bit his tongue, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she dragged her nails up down his bicep before sinking them into his skin, deliberately pressing her chest against his arm, her chest that was practically on full display.
"You have been working out over the summer" her eyes glued to his arm as he started to feel super uncomfortable now, thinking about all the ways Kayla would skewer him if she saw this, "I like guys who work out"
"I don't work out" he rushed out, "me and exercise? No go"
She laughed a little at that, "I want you... Well-" she corrected, "I don't want your bitchy little girlfriend to have you so you can be a part of my collection" oh... Crickey... What had he gotten himself into? "And I won't take no for an answer"
"Um..." He carefully extracted his arm from her tight claw like grasp, "I'm sure you're nice... And everything... but-"
"No buts"
"I gotta go" he squeaked out, sweating more now than any lacrosse game ever as he flailed his way off the pitch, feeling like he was running for his life from zombies. He flapped his way to the bleachers, eyes scanning them quickly looking for the familiar green he had grown to be able to pick out from the crowd in two seconds flat.
"Where's Kayla?" He asked Lydia and Allison, well practically demanded, needing to see his girlfriend right now after that traumatic experience.
Lydia glanced up, shaking her head, "Please, after that display? you should be glad she left, you still have your dick do you not?"
Aw crap. Guilt swelled up in his chest as he deflated.
"Lydia" Allison chastised before sending Stiles a small smile, "it's not your fault, she just got a little jealous and decided to get some space... Before she went on a killing spree" she added under her breath, probably thinking Stiles couldn't hear but he did, he heard and that made him wince.
"Well this day is going great" Stiles muttered to himself as he thanked the girls and clumsily made his way down the bleachers, being not so subtle as he flailed about in the crowd to get away from Crystal's keen hawk like stare as it latched onto him and it was mildly terrifying. He had never been the target of a slightly psychotic woman before who wanted her claws in him... Well... There had been those times when Kayla's seductress side took over but that was completely different, that was understandable, this was just plain scary.
He dodged her gaze, making a beeline for the school and made it there alive - thank god - only to head straight to the gymnasium. He knew Kayla like the back of his hand by now, if she was annoyed or pissed off or both then this is where she would be.
And he was right.
He entered the gymnasium and found her punching the crap out of a strung up leather punching bag, the sound of her fists hitting the hard material making him wince - probably pretending it was his general crotch area.
"Uh... Kaylz?" He asked delicately, slowly walking into the room, "you okay?"
She didn't even pause in her punching, her words sharp "I'm fine"
Fine, pffft, yeah right.
"Sure and I'm Obama" he deadpanned, "I know what that looked like back there but it was nothing, seriously nothing" he promised, walking up behind her, "why would I even look at another girl when I have you?"
At that she sent the punching bag swinging so hard it almost came back full force to hit them, her annoyance so very evident.
"Kinda hard not to look when she's flaunting her push up boobs in your face" and Stiles cringed at her tone, "and trust me Stiles that's like your major weakness"
He laughed, trying to break the tension, "yeah yours are my major weakness, she's nothing"
"Oh no Stiles, she's someone" Kayla grumbled, still keeping her back to him, "she's vying to be the new Lydia Martin" he saw her glance down but was unable to see her facial expression, "and we all know who you loved first"
Okay what? Where the hell did that come from? He gaped in shock, his jaw slackening as he tried to process her words. Now that was just plain silly and definitely one hundred percent no where near true.
"I never loved Lydia" he stated, gently taking ahold of her arm to spin her around to face him, "I thought I did yeah, for years sure, but it wasn't real" he assured her, "and anyway I'm not into blondes" he added humourlessly, trying to at least get her to smile but it didn't work, she just glared.
"I hate her" she growled, "I hate that bitch so much" she was seething, that was obvious, "I don't like her touching you, or talking to you or breathing the same air as you" although she was slightly terrifying a small smirk pulled at his lips at how obscenely obvious her jealousy was, "and before you say it that is not jealousy"
"It's jealousy" he laughed, unable to stop the snorts of amusement breaking free from his lips, "but please don't stop, you're really cute when you get jealous"
She scrunched up her nose, "I'm not jealous Stiles"
"Adorable" he chuckled, reaching forward to tuck some strands of hair behind her ears.
"It won't be adorable when I'm bashing her face in" she stated in a hard voice and okay, way to kill the mood Kayla, "I just... Urgh"
Once he realised she wasn't mad at him he relaxed a little, ready to poke fun and to try and pry a laugh out of her.
"She's no one to me" he vowed, his hands slinking across to rest his palms over her cheeks, "I don't care if she has legs longer than the Eiffel Tower or how much padding she has in her bras, I would still pick you over... And over... And over... And over again" he vowed honestly, "though please keep up this jealousy thing, it's very entertaining and adds to my ego" he smirked as she pushed at his chest lightly, rolling her eyes.
"Not jealousy Stiles"
"It's so jealousy" he laughed loudly, "and I love it, you have no idea how happy this makes me"
He finally saw the small quirk of the lips to show she was amused, her eyes gleaming at him, "even if it was jealousy, which it's not, it would be a sucky feeling for me"
"Trust me on that, I know" he thought back to all the times he caught some random guy looking at her the wrong way or slipping in that sly comment just to get under her skin - jealousy was an ugly emotion but it could never be fully erased, not completely.
"Jealousy is your thing" she smirked, biting her lip to hold back her laugh.
"Well duh, I have a gorgeous girlfriend who also happens to be a sex goddess, jealousy comes with the contract"
Her laugh echoed off the walls, putting an instant smile on his face.
"Fine it was totally jealousy I was feeling, you happy now?"
He couldn't stop the dopey grin that formed on his face, feeling like he was on cloud flipping nine.
"So happy" he gushed, feeling like a little kid at Christmas, ready to start dancing, "God, you're so hot when you get jealous"
She rolled her eyes playfully, "there you go again Stiles, thinking with your downstairs brain"
"Well after Crystal's little touchy feely display I figured you'd be all over me by now" he smirked, holding back a laugh at how her face screwed up adorably at that reminder, "marking your territory... Remember?"
Her green eyes dazzled with amusement as they rolled, that quirky little smile in place, "I'm not a dog that's gonna pee on you Stiles... Though I could give you the best love bite you've ever had" oh gosh, "and not necessarily on your neck either"
His eyes widened, "yup, you should definitely get jealous more often"
Her laugh was like music to his ears as she leaned up, her soft lips pressing against his with just enough force to take control, her hands gliding up to tangle in his hair, tilting his head to gain better access. Her lips tasted like caramel and cream, her teeth sharp as they playfully sunk into his fleshy bottom lip just to make him groan in pleasure.
"You know Stiles" she whispered quietly, her hot breath hitting his wet lips causing them to tingle, "I kinda love you"
A boyish grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, his hands slipping down her waist her tug at her hips, "I kinda love you more"
"Dork"
"Sap" he shot back playfully because although she would deny it straight up, totally discard any statement that made her out to be soft inside she really was, like gooey delicious warm marshmallow.
A gooey delicious warm marshmallow that would skewer anybody into a kebab if they ever thought of messing with him, and that right there was adorable.
A)n) sorry guys, I've been so busy that's I've mainly focused on the main story but I really hope you all liked and please please review, they mean the world, see you next time.
