She stayed at the cliff so long, she cried herself unconscious. She cried for her brothers fate, Derek's fate, but most of all, the fate of her love. There was no one else like him. Without him, she was alone, but at least she could have hope. He wasn't completely gone, so she would wait for him. She would wait until there wasn't anything to wait for. In the mean time, she slept like she hadn't in a long time. She felt safe, and comforted by the meaningful place. She didn't sleep long before a sudden presence awakened her. Eyes flying open, she tried to catch a scent, but she was down wind of who ever, or whatever was in the forest. She rose swiftly, ready to chase. She examined the tree line, just barley seeing a flash of red make off into the night. An Alpha. The New Alpha. Looking to claim her. As if they could take her. Even had the nerve to attack while she slept in her territory .She would kill them. Kill them, and choose a new Alpha. Perhaps that power would be enough to heal him, just maybe.

She picked up her junk and started back to the car. She had a lot of things to do but mostly she needed to rest for school.

She drove back home , passing Scott and another boy, in a green jeep on the way. She didn't do anything but flash him a "busted" look, and speed away.

At home, while waiting for Scott, she decided what to wear to school. Looking 17 makes fashion really fun for a long time. She decided to wear her yellow drop shoulder top, her SKOT party skirt, Nicole Miller Zimmerman heels, her Oasis by Ishyra jewelry collection and The Neclace.. Working in a designer store with all designer brands, really payed off, clothing wise. She decided on her hair being windswept, and a neon glow make up style.

After choosing everything for school, she went to chill out in the living room. She sat on her phone in the dark, playing Covet, until she saw headlights pull into the driveway. She heard the slam of the car door, followed by a lot of angry whisper-yelling about who was in more trouble.

She took her place by the lights and waited. The argueing got louder and louder until finally, she heard the door click.

" Just because your dad is sheriff, doesn't mean we have a get out of jail free card!" Scott shot at the other boy.

" Maybe not for you! We need to go back there!" He shot back.

"No Stiles, just no! I'm not going back there! He is a pycho and I'm not going to his house because of some stupid theory you've come up with!".

"I swear-"

She flipped on the lights."So who's going to jail and why? And which psycho are we talking about? And how long will this take because I'm going to make popcorn if its longer than 5 minutes.".

Both boys looked like deer caught in headlights. They stared at her in shock for minutes, so she broke the silence.

" Oh and I have no intention of telling your mom and she's at work so Stiles wins.". She raised her eyebrow and smirked.

At this point, both boys just stared at her in awe.

She walked over to the couch, grabbed a magazine, and plopped down, putting her feet on the coffee table.

Face hidden behind a magazine, she continiued.

" Oh and Stiles' theory is spot on. And Derek isn't a psycho, just has a seriously messed up past. He is not the right person to ask for help right now. The whole "dead sister" thing kinda put him on edge. He almost ripped my throat out when I snuck into his house. Oh and the whole dead family thing. Ok so maybe he is a little psycho. Would you belive in high school he was the nice one? They called me The Devil in Heels. Anyways, anything you need to know, you can ask me. And if I don't, ill text Derek and get back to you. Shoot".

Stiles spoke up first.

" Ok, questions, questions. Oh here's one! Who the hell are you psycho!?".

"Oh um... I guess Scott didn't mention...". She faked a face of offence.

Scott looked at Stiles sheepishly.

" Uh.. I didn't mention Kayla? Um... Kayla, this is my best friend, Stiles. Stiles, this is Kayla, my sister.

10 minutes of arguing later...

"I still can't belive you didn't tell me you had a sister."

" Hey, imagine how I feel. Not even worth the mention, huh Scotty.".

Stiles rubbed his temples. "I don't even know what my life is right now. I'm going home to sleep. Coach will kill me if I pass out in gym again. We, meaning you too psycho, will talk about this at lunch tommorow.".

"I bet you don't have any problems with gym anymore, eh Scotty.".

He gave her a weird look. " I'm going to bed too.".

'Nobody is any fun around here' she thought to herself. She reopened her magazine, ignoring both boys. They both wasted no time leaving the room right away. Tommorow was a new day, with old problems. They would deal with it then.

The Next Morning...

"Come on Scott! Your going to miss the bus again!".

Kayla could hear Mellisa yelling from her room. She was coming downstairs and Scott and Mellisa just stopped. She looked like she was getting ready to go to a photo shoot for school wear.

" Love to stay and chat, but iv gotta catch the bus.".

She looked at him incrediously.

" You don't seriously thing that I'm letting you take the bus. Ill drive you.".

" Driving with your sister isn't exactly cool.".

"It is when she has a cool ass car like mine.".

He peaked out the side window. His eyes widened.

"Ok let's take your car.".

On the way to school...

Kayla was cruzing with her arm on the edge of her car, and her other on the wheel. Rocking her sun glasses.

" So what's beacon high like now, lil bro.".

He gave her a side eye.

" Please don't call me that. Nothing interesting. Typical student. Boring teachers. Probably the same as when you were in school.".

"No way kiddo, school was crazy when I was here. A lot of kids fighting, seriously competitive sports, suckish coach. I practically coached basketball and lacross with my friend, Bobby.".

"Wait, like Bobby Finstock?".

"Yeah, why? He still hanging around Beacon?".

"Yeah. As beacon high's coach and economics teacher. How did he go to high school with you? He is super old.".

"Holy shit. That son of a bitch did it! Wow he has balls. He was a teachers assistant for the whole time I was in high school. He wanted to teach history.".

" How does one go from history, to gym and economics?".

"That's where the "Holy shit!" part comes in. He was a really good teacher, but he was so good at everything athletic so I convinced him to teach gym instead. He was also great at yelling. Like really great."

"Yeah, I know from experience. But what about the economics part?".

" Well since I found him his life callong, he had to do something for me. I was going to teach economics. We decided to teach both, and be teachers together.".

"Is that why you plan on doing your degree?".

"Iv already done my degree. I did it online. I just need to finish high school.".

"Oh. Well that's not too bad. Why did you miss any high school?".

"Well, when my mom died, things got, complicated. Things that are going to get complicated with you too.".

"Are we talking Stiles' theory weird?".

"Yeah, but we can talk more at lunch.".

For the rest of the ride, they rode in silence.

When they got to school, Scott went instantly to talk to Stiles. Kayla locked her car, and walked twards the school. She ignored the wanting stares of guys, and the jelous glares of girls. She ignored the whistles and whispering that followed her all the way to the school. She stopped when she reached the doors.

This is it.

This is the moment.

She pushed open the doors, and walked in.

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