"Hey, da… Really?"

"Hoo-hoo," my dad mocked, imitating a owl by making circles around his eyes with his fingers.

"Dad, you do this every time," I started, watching my dad on my laptop screen. "Chose a different fear of mine to ridicule me with."

I was so caught up with life in Beacon Hill I rarely talked to my dad. It's not that we don't care. We disused to give each other time to explore.

"Fine, next time I'll dress as a ghost."

"That's definitely not funny."

"I told you it was a cat, but you were so convinced it was a ghost."

"We lived in Savannah, Georgia. It was possible." I shrugged at the thoughts I had when I was 12. I never thought I would have a real ghost haunting me. "So, how's it in..." I paused trying to remember where he moved, "Colorado?"

"It's good," my dad answered. "It's more interesting than you thought. Are you happy in Beacon Hills?"

"Yeah. Everything's great here."

"No more detention?"

"It's been a while."

"Are you staying out of any other trouble?" he asked, hoping I haven't become anything like Kate.

"Yes," I replied. "I promised that would NEVER happen." It was more of a promise to myself then to my dad. I raise my eyebrows, watching my dad began to wave. "Stop being weird. We've been talking for a whole minutes."

He smiled as he lowered his hand. "So, have you meet a pretty lady."

"Maybe." I answered, thinking about Cora

"Ooh, you have a lady." He tried to sound cool by dragging out lady.

"Oh, dad stop." I shook my hand embarrassed by my dad.

"Lady." He repeat. "No, I'm just playing, my little mouse."

I gave him my 'not impressed look'.

"You know she's really beautiful."

"Dad, what are you talking about? I never showed you a picture of my girlfriend." I had never called Cora my girlfriend, other than to upset Kate. I always thought the word was 'elementary', but there I was saying it.

"Ahah I knew you had a lady."

"Dad!" I warned.

"Does this beautiful girl have a name?"

"I'm Cora."

I flinched hearing her voice behind me. I look over my shoulder to see her. "Hey," I greeted, pulling her into my lap. "How much did you hear."

"Alot, little mouse," she answered with a smirk.

"I just remembered," My dad said catching our attention. "Look what I made at work." He held out a picture of a owl.

Over the owl's face was a cut out of Kate's. In the corner of the picture was my head attached to a mouse's body.

He didn't make the picture to say that I was scared of Kate, but to emphasize how bad Kate was. This was only one of many of his creations. He was never forward with his insults towards Kate, unlike me. I said what I wanted. His drawings were his way of expressing his feelings about Kate because he refused to speak bad of her in front of me.

"When do you have time to do this stuff? You have to work sometime."

"I have a pretty long break," he answered. "So, Cora, are you a..." My dad wiggles his eyebrows. He studied our clueless faces. "You know?" he asked with his hands. He let out a howl and looks back at us.

"Do you mean a werewolf?" Cora asked, earning a nod from my dad. "Are you a hunter?" she asked instead of answering the question.

"No. I ain't bout that life."

I buried my face into Cora's shoulder, embarrassed. "Please stop."

"Yes, I'm a wolf," Cora admitted.

I peek around Cora to see my dad missing. I began to hear rattling from in the background. My dad emerged, dancing across the screen with maracas in his hands. I buried my face again, but looked up when I heard a loud howl.

"Son of a..." My dad stopped talking to release another howl. He sat back at the computer and propped his foot on the table. "I hit my foot on that damn table," he admitted, picking at his toe. "I had to check if I had all my toes."

"The things you buy are so... random," I started.

He smiled as he gave one of his maracas a single shake. "They were a gift," he corrected. "So, Ms..."

"Hale," Cora informed.

"Hale?" My dad questioned, beginning to smirk. "Kevin, your mother is rolling in her grave. Cora," he called before asking his original question, which was "how does your family feel about Kevin?"

"Keven's not really favorable with my uncle, Peter."

"But, we're not looking for his or anyone else's approval," I stated before kissing Cora's cheek.

"Aww," my dad swooned. My father wasn't really into romance, but he was a sucker for a tale of two 'star crossed lovers'. He looked away from us as his phone began to buzz and vibrate next to his computer. "This is the interview I've been waiting days for," he explained, looking at the screen of his phone. "Kevin, I have to go, so talk to you later. It was nice meeting you, Cora."

"Same," Cora agreed.

"Bye, dad."

He threw his hand up as a wave before exiting the chat.

Cora slid out of my lap as I closed my laptop. "I like your dad," she admitted, sitting at the edge of my bed. "He's funny."

I spun in my chair to see Cora's beautiful face. "That's Luke Knight for you."

"Why isn't your last name Knight?" Cora asked.

"Kate thought I would be a hunter, but she thought wrong," I explained. "A great hunter should be an Argent," I repeated Kate.

"How did your dad meet Kate?" she asked, seeing that my dad and Kate were total opposites.

"My dad's family is full of doctors and lawyers. If you weren't one of the two, then you were a hunter," I explained. "My dad refused to waste his time and his parents money at a college where he didn't want to be, but he didn't want to be a hunter either. His parents told him that was his last option and partnered him with Kate. She liked being independent, and he didn't want to be there," I stated. "You could say they hated each other."

"If they hated each other that much, then why did they..." Cora stopped, not wanting to make it awkward by saying 'sex' or any of its synonyms.

I shrugged. "Just the moment, I guess. They went from two dumb kids arguing over everything to two dumb kids arguing over their kid."

"Did Kate hunt while she was pregnant?"

"My dad had got her to stop after a few months, but she started again a little after I was born. When she left, my dad got a job as a journalist. We moved where the stories were," I said, feeling I've explained most of this to Cora sometime before. I lean forward in the chair to reach for Cora's hands. "What brings you to me today, beautiful?"

"I just wanted to see you."

I smiled, remembering my original plan to see her later that afternoon. "What do you want to do? We can go out, or stay here. Whatever you want."

She sits quietly as she thinks of a activity. After seconds of pondering, the corners of her plump lips curled wickedly.

"Full house," Cora called, laying down three aces and two kings.

I look between her smirk and the cards on my bed. "You cheated," I accused, throwing my cards down.

"No, I played fair," Cora admitted. "So..."

I pull a pillow to my bare chest. "No. No. No."

We were playing strip poker, and she was winning. I was in nothing but my boxers. Cora was fully dressed, except for her jacket, which she voluntarily took off after beating me in the third game.

"Stop being a sore loser, and take..."

"No," I shook my head. I slide off my bed and reach for my pants. "Game over. We're not doing this anymore." After buckling my pants, I reach for my shirt, but Cora pulled it out of my reach.

"I won," she reminded, hiding the shirt behind her. "I deserve something." She poked at my abdomen. "I finally know what you had hidden under your shirt," she stated, allowing her finger to following the lines separating my abs.

I smirk at Cora's comment. I lied on the bed and pulled her into my arms.

The room was silent until Cora asked, "have you had any other girlfriends?" She inched away from me to see my questioning face. "You called me your girlfriend. I was just wondering have you had any others."

"No," I answered. "I didn't really stayed in the same place long, so I didn't worry about friends and all that stuff. If we stayed somewhere longer than three months, I was doing a sport, and I refused to leave, which was rare"

"What sports did you play?"

"Soccer, ultimate frisbee, field hockey, lacrosse," I listed. "My rugby coach use to tell the team, "if you want "easy," join the Marines". He was a old guy that want always in his right mind."

"You should join the lacrosse team here," Cora suggested.

"Is Scott and Stiles on the team?" I take her long silence as a answer. "I'm not interested."

"I should have expected that," she said before snuggling closer to my bare chest.

We lied in silence until we were both asleep.

I stood, glaring at the scene in front of me.

Peter stood between Kate and Cora, with his claws against both of their throat. "Chose one," he said to me. "Who gets to live?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

I continued to stand in my place, looking at the uncomfortable faces of Kate and Cora. I see silent tears running down Cora's cheeks.

"Choose," Peter loudly ordered, being impatient.

"Cora," I requested.

Peter threw Cora in my direction, leaving me to catch her before her head hit the ash covered floor of the burned Hale house. Peter dragged his claws across Kate's neck. Although Peter moved in a blink of an eye, to me, Kate's body fell in slow motion. I buried my face into Cora's neck before Kate's body touched the ground. I felt a hand softly rubbing the back of my head.

"It'll be okay," I hear a voice over me. "Everything's going to okay, my baby boy."

I pulled away from the body I used to shield my eyes only to learn that Kate was sitting on the floor with me. I rapidly push away from Kate and stand on my feet. I turned my head to see Peter nowhere in sight and Cora lying where Kate's body should have been.

Her face was pale. Her cold, open eyes stared off. The blood draining from her neck dropped onto the floor.

The view made my knees weak. I felt sick to my stomach. A lump stuck in my throat as I watched the puddle of Cora's blood grow. I could hold back the single tear that escaped me.

"I knew you'd make the right decision," Kate said, glancing at Cora's dead body. She puts her hand on my shoulder.

I don't hesitate to snatch away. "Don't touch me," I ordered through clenched teeth.

"Come on." She rested her hand back on my shoulder. "You..."

"DON'T." I turn to walk away, but was stopped when Kate tightly grabbed my arm.

"I've told you all this before, Kevin. Things, like her, don't love."

I roughly unleash myself from her. "We loved each other."

She snickered before admitting, "I never thought my son would be this naive. She took advantage of that. She pretended to like you to stay alive."

I begin to walk away from Kate. I refuse to stand there and listen to her lies.

"Deep down you know you didn't love her either," she said causing me to stop.

"That's a lie." I turn to see Kate still standing where I left her. "You know that's a lie."

She sauntered towards me. "You didn't love her. You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she made you feel better about your life." She looked up at me, silently scanning my face. "If you had kept thinking about it, then you would have killed..."

"No," I interrupted. "You don't destroy the person that you love."

"You would have done it," she argued. "The thought of it sits in the corner of your mind. You think about it every time you're with her, admit it."

"No, I..."

"Kevin, look at her," she ordered, trying to turn my head to see Cora. She became more forceful as I fought against her.

I finally managed to push Kate, but what I did next surprised me more than it did Kate. I roared. It was a deep loud roar that shook the remains of the building. My eyes shined a dark amber as I scowled at the woman standing feet away.

Kate shook her head. "I knew it." She looked me up and down. "You have such a bad temper that you couldn't hide it anymore." She pulled a pistol from behind her back, and pointed at me. "Blood or not, I have to do this," she admitted, pulling down the hammer of the gun with her thumb.

BANG!

I jumped up. The sound of the gun echoed in my head. I look around my surroundings to find that I was in my room.

"Are you okay?""

I look to see Cora sitting in the corner of the room. Her beautiful face lit by the light of her phone.

"Are you okay?" She repeated, lowering her phone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered. I looked out my window to see the moon in the dark sky. I looked anyway from the waxing crescent to ask for the time.

"2 o'clock."

"And you're still here? I'll take..."

"I left, and came back," she explained. "I couldn't listen to Derek and Peter bickering."

"I thought Peter lived in his own apartment."

"He's never there." She climbs on the bed and wraps my arms around her frame.

We talked until the light from the sunrise shined into my room, finally separating to get ready for school.

"The reading..." Finstock stopped when a teacher in the hall called to him. "Talk about it with a partner," he ordered before walking out the room.

"To hell if you think I'm moving," a girl beside me mumbled, eyeing the students that moved around the room. "I'm gonna work with you, beau," she declared, scooting her desk closer to mine.

I shrugged, deciding to work with the girl I never noticed, instead of Danny. "So, did you do the reading?"

"What reading?"

"From the book."

"No," the girl answered. "I don't have anymore of my book. I lit that shit up. Burn baby, burn," she sung while dancing in her seat.

I noticed the pair in front of us turned towards us. I interrupted the girl's Tina Turner performance to ask, "do you want to read from my book while we wait for Coach Finstock?"

"No," she shook her head. "Bobby should be teaching us what's in the book. He must have bumped his head to think I would read all those pages. Like come on I have a social life too." She propped her head up with her arm and studied me with her hazel eyes. "I've seen you before."

I looked at the girl, wondering where could we have crossed paths. "I've lived in a lot of places," I admitted, trying to shrugged off the conversation.

"Have you lived in Savannah?" she asked, earning a nod. "That's where I'm from. I got kicked out of my old school for fighting. Me and my homeboy tag-teamed some bitches," she unnecessary explained. "Where is my homeboy today?" She asked herself beginning to look around the room. She flopped back into her seat, remembering something. "He's out today. He know damn well he's not sick." The girl refocuses on me. "Did you hear any ghost?" She asked jumping back to the subject of Savannah.

"I thought I did, but my dad said it was a cat."

"Did it sound like this?" She started moaning and making a slow beat.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief that she was doing this.

"Remix bitches!" She yelled groaning louder and quickening the beat she was making on the desk.

"Please stop." I pleaded. I looked around the room to see that everyone had stopped what they were doing to look at us. "Stop, please." I begged, placing my hand over her hand to stop her.

"Oh, so you want to make those noises now, don't you?" She laughed at my frantic look. "I'm going to stop. You're turning really red." She continued to laugh at my blush. "You got a name?" She said in random impression.

"Kevin."

"Well, I'm Morgan," she stated. She reached up and picked at a curl on the side of my head. Her pecks turned into soft pets. "Your hair is soft," she said, finally moving her hand away from my hair. "I bet it smells like green apples. I'm going to call you 'curls'. Is that name okay with you?... I could call you Kevin, but it's not as cute. You... " Morgan talked so rapidly, I couldn't understand all her words. "... Kevin fits you, but so does Matt. Anyway, are you okay with it?"

"Sure," I answered, oblivious to what she was talking about. I hoped she was talking about my name.

"If you ever hear someone yell 'Curls', you'll know it's me," she explained, happy I agreed with her. "Curls," she called, "do you have a girlfriend... or a boyfriend?"

"No, I have a girlfriend."

"Who is she?"

"Cora," I answered with a smile.

"Cora?" Morgan questioned who was Cora. "Oh yeah," she yelled. "She's pretty, but she don't talk to me. I tried to talk to her in one of our classes, and she didn't say anything. That's when I knew we weren't gonna be friends."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"I'm not gonna let you flirt with me. You got a girl."

"I wasn't fl..." I stopped. Morgan looked like a girl you didn't want to argue with. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Do you have a Instagram?" she asked, pulling her cellphone from her pocket.

I shook my head. I never really liked taking pictures, and especially not 'selfies'.

Morgan gasped and looked at me in shock. "You are too damn fine to not have a Instagram."

I softly smiled, taking her words as a compliment. I look away from Morgan to see Coach Finstock stepping back into the room.

"This chapter..." Morgan began after noticing Finstock.

"I know you weren't talking about the reading," Finstock stated, watching her.

Morgan rolled her eyes and looked back at me. "Have you ever skipped?"

I shook my head. I might have not liked a class, but I've never skipped it.

"I'm gonna show you how I do it,"she said, sliding out of the desk and sliding her book bag on her shoulder. She walked up to Finstock, and eyed him for a long second. "Bye," she finally said. She turned to me and mouthed "I'll call you." She blew me a kiss before a brown haired boy in the hall pulled her out of the doorway.

I watched her walk off with the boy and a brown haired girl.

A/N: So long time no see, well read... I guess. i won't give any excuses because i'm ashamed that it took this long to write, but I have definitely come off my writing high. Don't worry about the next chapter being too late I guess I should say because we already have it wrote. The problem is after that. The rest of the chapters are scattered out, but we will pull it together for the sake of the readers and lovers of this story. The face claimers for Kevin and Luke has been picked out for a really really long time(had them before the story was even written), but due to future characters I'm going to hold the prezi I made for this story. Oh and the action begins in the next chapter. I can't wait for you to read it. I want all of you to have a nice day. Peace!

PS: For anyone who was wondering, this Morgan girl is an amazing character from Everyday's a Dream. I just thought it would be cool to crossover my stories. On that note Kevin will appear in Everyday's a dream fairly soon.