Lena slid her lunchbox on the table, the slick material of the bag creating a hissing sound as it glided across the bumpy surface. Stiles waved at her, mouth bulging with cafeteria French fries, as she sat in the plastic seat across from him.

"Hey guys." Scott nodded to her. "Oh dang, Babe, that's mega attractive." She teased leaning backwards in her seat, pulling up her hair with one hand, the other fanning herself. "So hot."

He winked at her. "I try." She giggled, Scott rolled his eyes.

"So, uh, listen." She paused, trying to think about how to phrase what she was about to say, using the time to pull out a Tupperware container from the lunchbox. "Don't be mad, but I sorta lied to you." She grimaced guiltily, her eyes looking up into his, her eyebrows furrowed together.

Stiles was shocked, his mouth dropped open revealing the half masticated potatoes. "Excuse me?"

She didn't break eye contact with Stiles as Scott tensed visibly and quickly left the table, allowing the couple to have a private moment.

She suddenly brought her hands up in front of her to wave in a stopping motion, the green of the celery stick blurring from the movement. "No, no. That came out wrong. It's nothing horrible." She bit a large chunk out of the vegetable in her hand. "You'll just have to brave Danny alone at practice today." She mumbled.

Stiles choked on his food, his caramel eyes wide in panic. "What? Nooooo." He laid his head on the cool surface of the table. "Why?" He moaned.

She grinned at his dramatics. "Sorry, but I have to go to an audition today."

He perked up. "Audition?"

She smiled wider as she answered. "School musical."

"No way." He reached over the table to grasp her hand. "I didn't know you were into that type of stuff." He flicked his thumb over her soft skin, smiling softly at her.

"Yeah." A shiver of excitement ran up her spine. "I'm so nervous." She admitted, lightly squeezing his hand.

He squeezed back, rising from his seat to lean his entire body over the table. "You'll do great." He tapped her nose, to which she blinked in response. He sat down and shrugged. "But then again, I might be biased, so who knows?"

She deadpanned, bringing her suede boots up to connect with his tennis shoes. "Haha. You're hilarious."

Just then Danny and Jackson walked behind Lena on the way to their table. Danny brought his fingers to his eyes then pointed them to Stiles. Lena noticed Stiles staring over the top of her head, she quickly twisted in her seat, her wavy hair fanning across her shoulders from the sudden movements. "Danny?" She caught him just as he brought his thumb to rub across his throat, in a sort of 'you're dead' sign language. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She crossed her arms.

Danny shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to look as innocent as possible. Stiles would have laughed seeing such a small lady like Lena bringing the giant that was Danny to his knees, that is, if he weren't so terrified of that giant .

"We're just heading to the library to refine a tape Jackson shot, it-"

Lena's face screwed up in disgust, as she interrupted Danny. "I do not need to hear about Jackson's sex tape."

Danny sputtered. Jackson smirked behind Danny, coming to his rescue. "What's it to you, Smalls? Wanna see?"

"Shut up." She flicked her hands at him, signaling for both of them to leave. She turned to face Stiles abruptly, silently asking to back her up.

"Yeah, keep walking Whitmore." He called to Jackson's retreating back. He turned around quickly prepared to fight, eyes flaring. Stiles' rose his hands in surrender. "Or, whatever. Do whatever." Danny tugged on Jackson's arm, urging him to continue on their way.

Lena turned around to face Stiles once again. Her eyes were wide in surprise. "Woah, Jackson's sure got a short fuse lately."

Stiles nodded in agreement. "Dude needs a chill pill… a whole bottle of them."

"It was like he was about to pounce on you and do this to your neck," She brought her hands up to choke her celery stick, her face twisted in an imitation of Jackson's fury.

Stiles chuckled as he took the celery away from her, causing her false anger to vanish. "Spot on Jackson impression." He stated impressed. "Now I have no worries that you'll be getting that part."

"I know." She admitted cockily, ironic seeing as she was acting all shy: Her head slightly bowed to hide her smile, hand twirling a lock of her brunette hair.

She sobered suddenly, looking at him seriously. "Have you heard that Boyd's missing?"

Stiles' smile immediately slid off his face. "Yeah."

"First Isaac, then Erica, now Boyd." She paused. "It seems like all these disappearances started when Isaac's dad was killed."He watched her as she shook her head sadly, remembering the ordeal. "I feel bad about saying it, but hearing those stories of Issac's dad beating the crap out of him, I can't help but feel like he had it coming to him." She gauged his expression.

She sighed in relief when his head nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean."

"I guess it's karma."

STILES

He gulped nervously, anxious that she was so unknowingly piecing together some dangerous stuff. He thought back to what she had said about karma. Karma sounded a lot like Kanima. His mind whirled with all the information swimming around in his head, he was powerless as his ADHD kicked into overdrive. The Kanima could be anyone. It could even be Lena. He balked at the sudden realization. The logical side of him was yelling at him to not forget that Lena could in fact be the Kanima, but his heart refused to acknowledge it. He looked at her as she licked peanut butter off the tip of her celery stick. "Nope." He thought stubbornly. It was impossible, not his Lena. Stiles forcefully pushed the entire situation from his head. She couldn't be Kanima, he refused to even think it. She was neutral; she didn't know anything about his second life, his secret life, and he planned on keeping it that way. Lena was his escape from the supernatural, she was his island in this sea of confusion, and he wasn't about to invite monsters to his island.

She looked up from her food, noticing Stiles' unusual silence. Stiles breath was shaky as he spoke softly. "Must be."

She frowned, her brows furrowed over her stunning green eyes. She shook her head, "I shouldn't have brought it up. It's too soon to be saying stuff like that."

She wasn't expecting a reply, so he didn't give one. Instead he ran his sneakered foot up the slope of her calf, causing her to blush. The bell rang above them as he slowly worked his way down from her knee. "I'll have to see you later." He stood up, placing his hands flat on the tale. He leaned over his foodless tray, claiming her soft pink lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his tongue slither across her bottom lip, almost groaning when his teeth lightly nipped that same lip a moment later.

He pulled away slowly, stopping centimeters from her to examine her tan face. His eyes traveled from her eyes down to her plump lips, then darted up to connect with her eyes once again. "Good luck today, Peaches." He collected her trash from her, placing it on his tray. "I'll be rooting for you."

I know, I know, "make them get it on!" It's coming, I promise. (hee hee, get that little joke?) I just want Stiles' and Lena's relationship to be more than just sex or have it feel like they're rushing their relationship.

I have a LOT of ideas up in my noggin, it's just a matter of laying the foundation. So don't give up on me now!

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