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She hadn't managed to do much snooping considering Lydia god damn Martin had basically kidnapped her and forced her into her little clique, much the same as Allison. By the time lunch rolled around she had zero information on Scott McCall and his weird and dorky friend, Stiles Stilinski. Instead, all she got was an earful off Lydia about certain 'rules and regulations' and a lot of admiring looks from strangers.
She dumped her tray on the table, choosing to sit next to Allison, a few others beginning to surround them.
"-should make more punch, that's all" Lydia pursed her lips as she sat across from them, chatting to Jackson and another girl, Amelia, her tray relatively empty apart from a salad and a water, "it's one of the biggest parties of the year, apart from my birthday of course-" she added knowingly, "-I want people to have a good time"
"Well, I'll never say no to alcohol" Amelia joked, twirling some blonde hair around her finger, "you coming Danny?"
The boy that chose to sit next to Kayla just smirked, "well duh, what else would I be doing on a Friday night?"
Lydia snorted, "don't be coy Danny, we all know about your late night shenanigans at Jungle every weekend"
Danny rolled his eyes, "I didn't realise Jungle was your sort of place Lydia"
Lydia simply smirked, "every place is my sort of place Danny" she added, oozing confidence and playfulness as she leaned into Jackson's arm wrapped around her.
"Oh, uh, sorry" Allison interrupted, "what's 'the jungle'"
"Gay bar" both Kayla and Danny answered at the same time, causing the former to look at Kayla in surprise and new found appreciation, arching a brow at her.
"How did you know that?"
Kayla snorted, "oh please? The Jungle? How much more obvious can you get?"
Danny glanced at her knowingly, "I knew you had some secrets up your sleeve"
"Nothing wrong with batting for two teams, if anything, it's just being fair" Kayla smirked as Danny dissolved into laughter and she dipped a handful of fries into her half plateful of ketchup before stuffing them into her mouth.
Lydia tried to hand her a napkin, "you're making a mess"
"Sue me" she mumbled through her mouthful of food, grabbing a couple more fries for extra measure and shoving them past her lips - an act of defiance.
Lydia deliberately pushed the napkin across the table with her index finger, an indignant gleam in her eyes, "I knew you would be trouble"
She couldn't help but smirk as she swallowed her food, "that's me, trouble with a capital T"
"Why do you like giving me a headache?"
"Because I'm bored" Kayla retaliated with a shrug, "this town is shit"
"Well, you know what would make it less boring?" Lydia leaned forward as the others chatted amongst themselves, a playful but devious shine reflecting from her gaze, "boys" and with that she deliberately inclined her head sideways to a dirty blonde haired guy, quite tall and buff, sitting next to Allison. He looked familiar, probably another cocky twat from the lacrosse team.
Kayla snorted, giving the guy a quick glance up and down, "uh, no chance"
"Why?" Lydia seemed thoroughly disappointed, keeping her voice hush as she pulled down her hair in front of her face, making their conversation a little bit more private, "he's hot. And successful. Plus that jawline? Anyone would kill for that"
"Then why don't you date him?" Kayla retaliated with a smirk to which Lydia just rolled her eyes in return.
"I'm dating the captain of the lacrosse team, not some measly player. But he'd be perfect for you"
Kayla allowed herself one more look at the boy. He was attractive, no doubt about it, his presence demanding attention. His jaw, as if carved from ice, was sharp and angled, a small dimple in his chin. Cheekbones high and dignified with the most piercing blue eyes she had seen in a while, all with a thick mass of dirty blonde hair atop his head, unruly, but clearly gelled to look like this.
By all accounts, a Greek god.
Well, ish.
More like a Walmart knock off version.
He caught her looking, stopping mid conversation to meet her stare, his blue eyes dazzling with confidence as he began to smirk at her.
"No chance" she said, making sure he knew - right off the bat - that whatever doing through his head right now was never going to happen, "so don't even start"
He raised a hand in playful defence, "hey, you were the one staring first"
She rolled her eyes, turning away from him but Lydia kicked her leg from under the table, throwing her a pointed look.
"Okay, ow, that hurt. How can feet so little be so deadly?"
Lydia ignored her snark, her look twisted into a warning to 'play nice'.
"Not happening" she repeated, "he's not my type"
"He's just enough your type" Lydia whispered, "bad boy, but not too bad. Tall, strong, good in bed. A face chiseled from gold itself. What is wrong with you?"
"How do you know my type?" She asked, "and I told you I was done with boys"
Lydia smirked, "I have my ways, and no you're not. Not really. You have needs"
"Oh please" Kayla scoffed, "my vibrator can hit way more spots than any guy can"
Lydia just sat back, ignoring her dismissals and chose to look at the blonde haired guy, beginning to strike up conversation and ignoring Kayla's deadly glares in her direction.
"Ignore her Brian-" Lydia smiled sickly sweet, "-she just enjoys being difficult"
Brian. Of course. Typical white boy name.
Brian chuckled, "I gathered"
"She'll see you at the party on Friday" Lydia promised, acting as if Kayla wasn't there at all sending her exasperated looks whilst Allison giggled, "so dress nice"
Kayla settled on sitting back and shoving more fries in her mouth, clearly getting no where with her new friends.
"I'm going with Scott" Allison whispered, keeping her voice hush, "he asked me last night. I hit a dog, it was a whole thing" she waved off, "I haven't told Lydia yet"
Kayla swallowed the fries, looking at Allison a little in alarm, "you're going with Scott?"
Because, shit, if he really was a werewolf and he was getting all hot and heavy with Allison - on a full moon none the less - the results could be disasterous. She knew that first hand.
Allison frowned, "why? Should I not go?"
She didn't want to put her off, or alert her to anything supernatural related, especially given who her family were, so simply smiled, "just be safe"
In more ways than one.
"Safe?" Allison frowned in confusion, "you think I should take pepper spray?"
Probably not a bad idea, if she was being completely honest.
"I was thinking more a condom, but if you think he gets turned on by pepper spray then go for it. I'm not one to kink shame"
Allison blushed a light pink, "I-I'm not going to sleep with him on the first date"
"Why not? Try before you buy" Kayla smirked, "test the goods"
Allison laughed a little uncomfortably, "definitely not having sex with him yet"
"That's what I said, then the alcohol hit and bam - I was naked, he was naked, it wasn't very memorable" she chuckled, "alcohol does funny stuff to people. Funny meaning horny"
Allison looked a little horrified, "oh no... what if he expects it?"
She snorted, "who, Scott? Pffft. He looks like a kiss on the cheek would make him pass out. Calm down. He definitely doesn't expect anything apart from probably getting stood up"
Allison smiled, "I'm looking forward to it. He seems nice"
Let's hope he stays nice, she thought grimly.
"Lydia is going to get her own way you know" Allison chuckled, "you won't be going to that party alone"
"Oh, I know" Kayla rolled her eyes playfully, "but I can put it off for as long as humanly possible"
"Brian doesn't seem too bad though" Allison shrugged, "he's in my physics class. Seems very charismatic and charming"
"Yeah, those are the ones you have to watch out for" Kayla smirked, "or before you know it they'll be charming your underwear off and leaving you pregnant"
Allison laughed at her retort, "that's why you take your own advice and take a condom"
Kayla couldn't help but chuckle at Allison's humour finally beginning to show through, comfortable enough to laugh and joke around without the shyness or timidness.
"Touche, my friend, touché"
When lunch was over - well, deemed over by Lydia, ten minutes before next class was due to begin - they all stood up with their empty trays but when Kayla went to turn around she smacked head first into Brian, the contents of her tray smashing to the floor.
"Oh shit, sorry" he apologised, grinning in delight at her glare, like her lack of interest and defiance was a keen challenge for him as he patted his rock hard chest, "I guess my gym sessions have been paying off"
His casual arrogance made her scoff as she bent down to pick up the litter and broken pieces of her plate but he followed her down, helping her pick up the sharp ceramic pieces.
"It's okay, you don't have to admit you like me, I can already tell" he grinned, "but you're stubborn, I like that"
She grinned sarcastically, holding up her middle finger, "do you like this?"
He winked, "depends where it's been"
"In your eye socket if you don't stop being so damn annoying"
He laughed unapologetically, his eyes dazzling with amusement as he dumped the broken pieces of plate onto her tray.
"Where have you been all my life?" He asked, "because, god damn, I didn't realise it's been missing you"
"Cute" she retorted, "real cute mr macho, but I don't fall for that shit. Now run along-ow"
In her frustration, she didn't realise how unsafely she was handling the broken pieces of plate until the sharp tip sliced the curve between her thumb and index finger, blood beginning to pool from the injury.
"Oh shit" she cursed, throwing him a dirty look, "see what you made me do?"
He ignored her, catching sight of the blood and quickly pulled his dark blue tee over his head, leaving him barechested as he pressed his top to her hand, letting the material soak up the blood.
She gulped, prying her eyes away from his clean bare chest which was surprisingly muscular, his skin, although pale, was clearly firm and unblemished.
Yes, his gym sessions were paying off.
He smirked as he caught her looking, deliberately flexing his pectoral muscles.
"Any excuse to take your shirt off" she mocked.
"Like what you see?"
She scoffed, unfazed and unbothered but secretly a little intrigued, "I've seen better"
"Doubtful"
He helped her stand, many eyes of the cafeteria now looking over in wonder and amazement, catching the sight of someone popular already half naked in front of the new girl - great. Why did she think this would end up written inside a bathroom stall?
"Are you always this clumsy?"
She raised her brows in something close to offense, "excuse you, I'll have you know I'm highly skilled in gymnastics, so no, I'm certainly not clumsy"
He quirked a brow, "oh, I see. So just around hot, half naked guys then?"
She escaped the grip on her arms that he had helped her up with, well aware of Lydia grinning at them from the side.
"You really like the sound of your own voice, huh?"
He chuckled, completely unfazed by her remarks, "yes, and something tells me you do too otherwise you wouldn't still be speaking with me"
She let out an annoyed noise from the back of her throat, unravelling his tee from around her hand and throwing it back to him, the material smacking him in the face.
"Goodbye, dickhead"
"I'll pick you up at seven, yeah?"
She was almost away from him, nearly safe from his obnoxious flirting, but his expectant tone made her turn around, immediately shaking her head.
"What? No way in hell. Why?"
His grin got even bigger, like a god damn Cheshire Cat on crack.
"For the party"
"I'm not going with you"
He chuckled, "we'll see" and with that he threw his bloodstained shirt in the trash can and sauntered past her, oozing nothing but confidence.
She scoffed to herself, "unbelievable"
Allison and Lydia appeared behind her, the former donning a wide grin, "he turns you on a little, don't lie"
"He has a penis, of course he turns me on. That doesn't mean I want to date him"
Lydia wagged a finger in front of her face, "if you show up alone, you won't be allowed in"
She narrowed her eyes at the strawberry blonde, "are you blackmailing me?"
"I'm sweetening the pot" she laughed, "don't worry, I'll text him your address" before linking arms with Jackson and disappearing from the cafeteria, leaving Kayla standing there, secretly fizzing, with an amused Allison beside her trying not to grin.
"How in the hell does she know my address?"
Allison's eyes twinkled with amusement, "it's Lydia. I've learned not to ask questions"
Kayla groaned as she threw her head back, "i promised myself no boys"
Allison linked her arm with hers, "then just let him be your ride. You don't need to spend the night entertaining him"
"Allison-" she looked at her new found friend, "-I have no self control. I'm a horny sixteen year old, I'll probably end up jumping his bones because I'm bored"
Allison laughed at her lack of shame, "I won't let you do that, don't worry"
"You'll be too busy grinding on Scott to pay attention"
Allison flushed again, "I don't grind"
"I do. It's my downfall"
Allison simply shook her head in amusement, reaching into her bag and pulling out some napkins to press into Kayla's hand, soaking up the blood that was already beginning to slow.
"Maybe you should go to nurses office?"
"It's fine" Kayla waved away her concerns, "I heal quick"
Technically, true. Not werewolf quick , but quicker than the average human. Another perk of having the - albeit dormant - werewolf genes in her.
"Hmmm" Allison didn't seem best pleased with that idea, "it might need stitches"
"Nah, a band aid will do"
Allison chose not to argue, rooting through her bag again until she found a couple of bandaids, holding them out to her.
Kayla accepted graciously, ripping open the packaging and placing the bandaid on the awkward part of her hand, covering up the fact it was already stopping bleeding, not wanting to make Allison suspicious.
"See? All sorted"
Her friend just smirked, "weirdo"
"I'll accept the compliment" she laughed, leaving the cafeteria with her new found friend as the bell overhead ring, signalling the start of their next class.
School dragged - yet again - but hey, nothing new there right? Same old, day in, day out.
She walked back to her car, throwing her stuff in the passengers side as she climbed into the drivers seat, casting a glance to the baby blue jeep next to her.
She had been tasked with finding out more about Scott, but failed today.
She would blame Lydia, that girl hardly let her out of her sight.
The information she got from Stiles this morning wasn't exactly the bees knees, but it was a start. She didn't know how she would find out for sure his werewolf status by tomorrow night, but at least if she was there at the party she could keep an eye on him.
Make sure he didn't rip out Allison's throat, or anything along those lines.
Cheery thought.
She decided to wait around for a bit, looking out for the two dorky friends who, after several minutes, were in her line of sight. She watched as they exchanged words, bidding farewell at the bike rack as Scott climbed on and disappeared into the crowd, Stiles lopping back to his jeep.
She watched him scratch the back of his neck as he reached his jeep, glancing over and meeting her stare in surprise.
She raised a hand into a wave: an invitation to friendship.
She watched as he swallowed nervously, replying back to her wave with one of his own, still a little gobsmacked at their interactions.
She pressed the button on the drivers side door to make her window come down, jutting her head out slightly and calling him over.
He swallowed again, half out of it as he raised his hand to his chest, his palm flat against his tee as he inched forward, his eyes a little wide.
Cute.
She smirked, "guess I'll see you at the party after all"
"Wha-wait, you're coming?" he asked, taken aback by her words.
"Not voluntarily" she joked, "but yeah, I'll make an appearance. What do people normally wear to these types of things?"
"Oh, uh..." he chuckled nervously, "c-clothes, usually. Though sometimes that's optional"
Her eyes twinkled with hilarity at his words, "are you telling me I should show up naked?"
He immediately went bug eyed, his mouth popping open in shock as he shook his head quickly, "no, no, no, no. You-You should come with clothes"
"Are you suggesting I'd look bad naked?"
His eyes, if possible, got even wider, looking as if he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
"Wh-no, no. You would look amazing naked, obviously. I mean-not that I've seen you naked or anything yet-not that I expect to-oh my god, shut up Stiles" he added, totally mortified.
She couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassment, finding his dorky ways sort of cute.
"You're kind of a mess, has anyone ever told you that?"
He pursed his lips as he nodded his head, "on a daily basis, yeah"
She snorted out another laugh, "well thanks for the advice. I'll try and remember to wear clothes"
He pointed a finger at her, "yes, you do that. There's a lot of pervs in Beacon Hills. Plus, it gets cold at night. It's still winter"
"Yeah, I kind of gathered" she smirked, "and thanks for the weather advice, I'll make sure to wear a bra than. Nothing worse than cold nipples"
His mouth popped open again, completely surprised at her words as she just grinned before reversing from her space and speeding off from the car park, leaving him standing there completely mesmerised and caught off guard.
She smirked to herself, 'yup, still got it'.
When she got home and told her mom of her plans for tomorrow evening, her mom wasn't best pleased. In fact, she was bordering on angry.
"Kayla, I told you, no more party scenes. It's not good for you"
She rolled her eyes, "I'm there to help Derek, not to shoot up coke. Relax"
Her mother's eyes went wide with simmering fury, "no. We came here for a fresh start, not for you to go back to how you were"
She rolled her eyes, "it's not like that"
"It will end up like that" her mom retaliated, "and I'm not going through that again"
'Of course', Kayla thought, 'because you're the important thing here'.
"You wanted me to fit in and make an effort, well here I am doing that and you're still not happy" Kayla fumed, "what do you want me to do? Stay locked up in my room forever?"
Her mom shrugged, "if it keeps you out of trouble, then yes"
"You're being ridiculous"
"I'm being reasonable" her mom retaliated, "you don't get to expect anything after the way you acted last year. The hospital bills, maxing our our credit cards, disappearing to do god knows what, lots of parents wouldn't have tolerated that and welcomed you back. I did, so count yourself lucky. I think following some ground rules so I don't have to do something I may come to regret shouldn't be too much of an ask"
Kayla was bubbling with anger, quiet fury burning through her veins.
"There's ground rules and then there's blackmail. What are you going to do if I don't abide by them, throw me out? Wouldn't be the first time"
Her mom clenched her jaw, holding back words Kayla knew she wanted to scream at her.
"And how do you suppose you'll fair at this party?" her mom demanded, "it's a full moon. You know how you get on a full moon"
Right. Shit, The intolerant pain. Great.
Stupid werewolf genes.
Kayla didn't let her expression waver, tilting her chin up in defiance, "if someone let me have morphine, it wouldn't be a problem"
"Not happening" her mom replied without hesitation, "I don't trust you with any opioids"
"Of course you don't"
"You'll thank me one day Kayla, I can assure you that"
She very highly doubted it.
"Dad would let me"
Her mom's eyes narrowed, "well your dad isn't here and be thankful he isn't, you would've broken his heart acting the way you did"
That stung. A lot.
She grabbed her stuff off the breakfast bar and threw her mom an angry look, "fine, whatever, you win. If anyone gets ripped to shreds tomorrow it's your fault"
She ignored her mom's retorts back to her as she stomped up the stairs, hurrying to her room and slamming the door.
Of course her mom wasn't going to win that easily. Kayla was going, regardless. She just had to be smart about it. And she had plenty of experience in sneaking out and keeping her dear old mother clueless.
On that Friday after school, instead of driving straight home she headed downtown to the art gallery her mom was director of, making some lame ass excuse to see her mom in her office.
"Yes Kayla?" She asked, raising her brows above her computer station, "is everything okay?"
"Yeah, just came in past to tell you you were right about the whole party thing. It's a bad idea"
Her mom glanced at her a little suspiciously, "oh is it now?"
"Yeah. This full moon is making me extra tired and cranky, I can hang out with my friends at the weekend"
Her mom 'hmmmm'd' in response, standing up from behind her desk, "I'm glad you're starting to see things from my perspective"
Oh, shut up.
She gave her mom a small smile before doubling over in pain - well, fake pain - an arm around her torso as she winced. Her mom, despite clearly not being the most maternal, frowned and approached her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Is it starting already? It seems to start earlier every month"
Kayla faked a grimace before nodding her head, "y-yeah, it's fine though"
Her mom patted her back, "stay here, I'll go and get you some water"
She waited until her mom had closed the office door behind her before standing up straight and pulling a USB drive from her bag, hurrying around to her mom's work station and tapping the keys on her computer to get the screen to light up, being faced with a password prompt.
She typed in her mom and dad's wedding date, 15/06/1990, and unsurprisingly was let in. It was almost disappointing how easy this was.
She plugged in the USB device, downloading the nasty virus onto the hard drive and setting up a time for it to completely wipe and damage all the files - half past six. Plenty time to allow her mom to realise, get out of the house and give Kayla enough time to finish getting ready and leave.
The perfect plan.
Anything to get her annoying ass mom off her case, because if there was one thing - well, actually, a lot more than one thing - her mother loved more than being a mom (which wasn't hard), it was her work.
She tapped her fingers on the desk, impatiently waiting as the virus slowly seeped into and corrupted the computer silently and as soon as it reached 100% she yanked the USB drive from the port, discarding it into her bag and haphazardly logged off the from the computer and rushed back to hunching over the desk, just in time as her mom walked through with a glass of water.
"Here dear" she said, passing it to Kayla, "drink this and then get home to your bed. Will you be okay or do you need a ride?"
She took a few sips before placing the glass on her desk with shaky hands, pushing herself up carefully as if the pain was slowly going away.
"I'll be fine" she told her mom, "it's not too bad yet. I think a comfy bed, lots of snacks and crap reality TV should do the trick"
Her mom nodded, "okay then, well off you go. I'll be home soon, I just have a couple of things to finish up"
She nodded, leaving the office and closing the door with a smile on her face.
Kayla, 1. Mom, 0.
Honestly, it should be scary how easy it was for her to lie but growing up with a dictator of a mom and a family full of werewolves, being able to lie to savour the last sliver of privacy had became a necessity.
She knew she didn't have long before her mom really did decide to come home, probably wanting to keep a very close eye on her, so sped over to Beacon Hills memorial hospital and slipped in with a mass of people, keeping herself small and invisible.
Luckily, she seemed to come at a busy time as rows of people were sitting waiting to be seen, nurses and doctors scurrying about like headless chickens. The pure chaos of this small A and E department made it relatively easy to swipe some nurses key card, passing herself off as innocent as she looked around slyly for the medication store.
It didn't take long to find - she had swiped enough drugs from hospitals in her time - to recognise the door, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was looking before slipping in, unnoticed.
She knew what she was looking for, locating the small clear vile labelled 'Duramorph', the medical name for this particular brand of morphine and slipped it into her pocket, grabbing a syringe and needle and pocketing that too.
She was fed up of listening to her mom's so called rules. How she could just sit back and watch her daughter struggle in pain when a simple dose of morphine could take most of that away was beyond Kayla.
Morphine was never a problem with her... surprisingly. Every other drug was, maybe, but not morphine. It didn't give her the same kick, the same high, the same feeling of euphoria so she really didn't understand her mom's problem.
She pressed her ear to the door, making sure no was blocking it before slipping out unnoticed.
Mission accomplished.
She smiled to herself, holding the key card as she approached the front desk, recognising the nurse she had swiped it from looking around frantically.
"Excuse me, hi" she turned her charm up to a high ten, giving the frazzled nurse a beaming smile, "sorry, I think you dropped this, uh... Melissa" reading her name off her name tag.
Melissa McCall... as in Scott's mom?
The nurse with dark curly hair tied back breathed an audible sigh of relief, "oh gosh. Thank you so much"
"You're welcome" Kayla handed her back the card, realising just how much alike this nurse was to Scott, "McCall. Are you Scott's mom?"
The woman raised her brows, "yes. Why, what has he done?"
Kayla chuckled, "nothing, I just know him from school. Sort of. I'm new"
"Oh... are you his date?"
Kayla snorted, "no, that's the other new girl. I'm Kayla. Kayla Hale"
Melissa couldn't stop the surprise from lighting up her features, giving her a quick glance over.
"Right... um... your uncle is still here, by the way. He doesn't get many visitors"
Kayla swallowed thickly, her heart clenching a little, "yeah... yeah I know. I just haven't had a chance to come by. Hospitals aren't really my thing"
Melissa smiled kindly, "I'm sure he would appreciate it"
She just nodded, taking a couple steps back, "uh anyway, I should probably go-"
"Wait-" Melissa called out, "-what are you here for? Anything I can help with?"
Damnit - this woman was too perceptive.
Kayla shook her head, "no, I'm good now, thank you"
Melissa frowned, "are you sure?"
"Dandy" she grinned, "thank you" before taking her leave, squeezing between people to escape through the double doors and out into the fresh air.
She should probably feel bad, stealing hospital supplies from people in need and all, but she was also in need too. If she rocked up to the hospital in the state she was usually in on a full moon, they would probably pump her full of a lot more than just morphine.
If anything; she was doing thema service. Freeing up the doctors and nurses time to treat others. She was more than capable of looking after herself.
She headed home, making it back - thankfully - before her mom did, climbing the stairs quickly and looking through her wardrobe to pick out an outfit.
Stiles never really did tell her what sort of things people wore to these kind of parties, he was too busy shoving his foot in his mouth and no doubt drooling over the image of her naked body to get the words out. So she was clueless. As usual.
She doubted Lydia would want her to rock up in a leather cat suit - ah, that Halloween was fun - or a see through halter neck dress and as she was standing there, lost and clueless, her phone buzzed and strangely enough it was Lydia - like that girl could sense Kayla was looking through her wardrobe.
She opened up the text, seeing a picture that Lydia had screenshotted and circled of herself at one of her wild parties last year, probably stalking her Facebook to get it.
'Wear this' Lydia had texted following the picture and Kayla could tell it wasn't a suggestion.
She looked at the photo, seeing herself wearing a short sleeved tight dark blue denim playsuit, fitted to her figure.
Hmmm... it could've been worse. She was sure Lydia would make her wear some sort of flowery dress. Or worse - something with sequins.
'What, no dress?' Kayla joked back, rooting through her wardrobe to find the denim outfit.
Her phone buzzed again and she opened up the text, 'it's tight. Brian likes tight things'.
She rolled her eyes, pulling out the outfit and admiring it. She was sure Mr Macho did like tight things, but he wasn't going to get to touch her in it, that's for sure.
She ignored Lydia's text, choosing a cute lacy matching underwear set to wear under it and a pair of short top black doc martins and, in case it really did get cold, a simple black cardigan to throw over the top of it.
She hid the outfit in her ottoman by the foot of the bed, hearing her phone go off again and glanced at the text, seeing Lydia's name flashing up at her.
'Remember, leave a few buttons undone. Show off your assets'.
She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smirk at Lydia's words, her amusement taking her mind off the pain already beginning to slowly seize her body. Deciding it was best she shouldn't wait, she grabbed the vile and pierced the top of the rubber sealant with the needle, pulling up 15mg of the liquid. Enough to take the worst pain away, but not too much that it knocked her out.
There was still some left over in the vile so she hid it in her vanity drawer desk, twisting her arm around so she could see her bare upper arm.
She was an expert at this by now, barely even flinching as she plunged the needle subcutaneously into her upper arm, drawing the syringe back slightly to make sure she hadn't hit any blood vessels or anything she wasn't supposed to before slowly pressing the shringe down, watching the liquid disappear into her arm.
Immediately, she felt the sweet lick of relief begin to dampen her pain, riding that small high for several seconds before pulling out the needle and discarding it to one side.
See? She was fine. A little morphine was always fine - now only if her mom could see that.
She heard the front door open and quickly grabbed her dressing gown, wrapping it around her before jumping into bed, holding the covers up around her and pretending to sleep as her mom came up, opening her bedroom door without so much as a knock.
"Here, I brought you some hot chocolate" her mom greeted her with, walking in and placing the mug on the bedside unit, "extra whip and marshmallows. How are you feeling?"
"Crap" Kayla lied, "I hate the full moons"
"I know, but it'll be over before you know it. Hungry?"
She was, starving actually, but she was pretending to be in pain. Kayla, without pain relief, on a full moon, couldn't keep anything down. So she had to play it that way.
She shook her head, moaning slightly into the pillow.
"Okay, well, I'll leave you in peace. Let me know if you need anything, I'll be downstairs"
Her mom departed, throwing one more look to Kayla over her shoulder before shutting the door behind her.
Kayla rolled her eyes at her mom's complete lack of worry, throwing back the covers and getting back out of bed to have a quick shower to freshen up and put on her denim playsuit, sitting down at her vanity to put a few loose curls in her hair before applying some foundation, a little bit of brown and gold eyeshadow, a layer of mascara and applied some liquid eyeliner to her top lid, making it flick out at the end into a subtle cats eye.
See, ready. Half hour later and she was ready to rock and roll.
She checked the time on her phone... nearly 6.25, so wrapped herself back up in her dressing gown, hiding back under the covers and holding a blanket over her head so when her mom would, undoubtedly, come up to tell her there was a disaster at work and she needed to leave, she wouldn't notice the state of glam her daughter was in when she should be in unbearable pain.
She waited several more minutes and, just as expected, she heard her moms heels clip clop towards her bedroom and open the door.
"Kayla, I have to go to work. Our system has been hit by some sort of virus. All our catalogues and indexes for the auction tomorrow have been wiped. I need to go and reload everything or we can't do the auction and we'll lose out on thousands of dollars. Will you be okay for the night?"
She resisted a smirk, "yeah mom, I'll be okay" she said meekly, "focus on your work"
"I'll try and be back before midnight but no guarantees. Remember and drink plenty of water"
Her mom closed the door behind her and Kayla threw back her covers and grinned to herself. She knew all she had to do was mess with her mom's work and, predictable as always, she would put her work first. The curse of a career and money driven woman.
She straightened out her clothes, grabbing the cardigan and putting it on, fixing her hair in the mirror and then applied a deep matte pink lipstick to her lips, making them pop even more than usual.
The morphine was working, the pain was minimal, more annoying than anything else but she knew it would ware off quick. Hopefully nothing too exciting happened at this party so she could be back before the pain really did become full on, but she doubted it.
Guess she would have to grin and bear it.
Making sure her mom's car had left the driveway, she exited her front door and came face to face with a set of headlights beaming at her and she raised her hand to cover her eyes.
A deep chuckle sounded as the lights turned off, the car door opening as she squinted to see who it was, groaning under her breath as she recognised all six foot two of Brian.
"Trying to sneak off without me?"
She rolled her eyes, "you said seven. It's six forty five"
"I thought you might try and wiggle your way out of going with me, so I came early. Seems my instinct was correct"
She despised his cocky, full of himself tone just as much as his shit eating grin that pulled at his lips and folded her arms across her chest, quirking a brow at him.
"It's not a date" she declared, "let's just get that straight"
He shrugged, "it can be whatever you want it to be baby"
"And no nicknames"
"Sure, sugar"
She grunted out an annoyed sound of exclamation, "stop trying so hard, it's annoying"
"You love it"
"I hate it"
He strode around the car, hands in his pants pockets as he stopped in front of the passenger side door of his black Ford Mustang - typical - and opened it, quirking a brow at her.
"You coming?"
"Just keep your hands to yourself" she warned, rolling her eyes as she brushed past him and sat on the heated leather seats and he leaned down to smirk at her.
"No promises"
She sent him a deadly glare as his smirk faltered a little bit, her green eyes as deadly as the tip of a knife.
He got into the drivers side, starting up the engine and revving it, as if trying to impress her.
"Don't over compensate" she mocked, "it's fine if you have a small penis, it's the twenty first century"
He blushed a little, exiting her driveway, "it's certainly not small"
She scoffed, "sure"
"Get your pretty little mouth down there and find out"
She couldn't help but snort, "I'm no where near drunk enough for that, so don't even go there"
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, admiring him dressed smartly in a pair of black suit pants that hugged his thighs and a dark grey shirt, the cuffs rolled up above his elbows, showing the veins in his firm forearms bulge.
Damnit, she was always a sucker for veiny arms.
He caught her looking, deliberately tightening his hands around the steering wheel to flex his arms a little bit more, "so... I didn't know there were more Hales" he opened with, "I thought most of them burned to death in that fire"
She scoffed at him, "wow, that is how you try and get into my pants? Bringing up my dead family?"
"Just trying to find out a little bit about you"
"Why?" She asked, a little thrown off guard by his interest.
"Because new girls are fascinating" he grinned, "so come on then... what are your secrets?"
She arched a single brow, cocking her head to the side, "now why would I tell you that?"
"I can keep secrets"
"Highly unlikely"
He was obviously trying to repress his smile, but failed, glancing over at her, his bright blue eyes lingering on her bare legs for longer than necessary.
"Excuse me" she interjected in annoyance, "my eyes are up here"
"Oh, I know" his eyes twinkled with mischief, "but the view down there is so damn good"
She slapped his arm, pointing at the road, "focus on driving moron, I want to get there in one piece, thanks"
"You're safe with me" he promised flirtily, "as if I'd let anything happen to something so prescious"
She ignored him for the rest of the drive, keeping her gaze turned out the passenger side window as a few minutes later they pulled up into this massive driveway, already tens of cars parked along the road and on the grass.
Her stomach flipped a little, having not been to a party this size in months. It brought back a lot of chaotic memories for her, many of which involved her doing bad things or taking bad things - usually both at once. Her mom, unfortunately, was right. She had no self control when it came to environments like this. She literally became the life and soul of the party.
Uncontrollable.
Brian touched her arm to grab her attention and she simply raised a brow at his fingers dancing along her bare skin, her eyes burning with warning and he - rightly so - pulled his hand back.
"Beacon Hills knows how to do parties" he grinned, "come on"
She climbed out, adjusting her fit as he went to wrap an arm around her waist and she smacked him away.
"No chance that is happening"
He rolled his eyes playfully, "my god woman you're killing me over here" he threw his head back in frustration, "looking that god damn good should be illegal"
She smirked, deciding to play it dirty because she enjoyed having him lusting after his, his need more than apparent - even if he did annoy the living shit out of her, it didn't mean she couldn't have some fun.
"I said no touching, I said nothing about looking" she smirked, watching his expression melt into complete and helpless lust, his eyes becoming the epitomy of the heart eyes emoji.
She could feel his eyes following her every movement as she climbed the steps, squeezing past some already drunk teens, one spewing over the edge of the stone fence, and into the bright and spacious home of Lydia Martin.
Of course, she expected nothing else from miss Queen Bee. It was a given her house would look like this. Although, the sight of reckless, drunk and no doubt high as fuck teens made something so exquisite look tacky.
The music pounded in her ears, the smell of alcohol and smoke tinging her nostrils as suddenly a small shot of something clear got thrust under her nose.
She quirked a brow at Brian who simply winked, "loosen you up a bit" he joked.
She narrowed her eyes but took the shot glass from his hand, throwing away all promises to her mom as she chucked back the taste of cheap nasty tequila that burned her throat on the way down.
"You're going to have to do a lot better than that" she challenged, "I can hold my liquor"
He gazed at her in something close to astonishment, then admiration, his expression turning to delight, "I think I love you already"
She slapped his chest, rolling her eyes as she left him standing there and made her way through the crowd to find the closest table of alcohol which was positioned in the living room, right beside the large glass doors that led to the patio's garden and - of course - a pool.
She grabbed a red plastic cup and poured half of it full with vodka and the other half of sprite, topping the rest up with more vodka until it was nearly overflowing.
Her mom always exaggerated... she may take things too far but she could control it. She knew she could. She just had to stop before she took things too far. Plus, the alcohol would definitely help with the dull pain seizing more of her body.
Someone brushed up next to her and, half expecting Brian, she jabbed her elbow out and heard a surprised yelp of pain.
"Oh shit, sorry Stiles" immediately recognising the distinctive voice before she turned around, despite not knowing the owner of it very well, "I thought you were someone else"
"Nope, just little old me" he winced, rubbing his ribcage with one hand as the other held a half full bottle of beer, "you're stronger than you look"
She grinned, "I know"
His expression smoothed out into humour before he got distracted by her outfit, swallowing thickly as he adjusted his stance awkwardly, no doubt feeling a little too aroused.
"Oh, uh... heh... you um, found some clothes then"
"Yeah, in my wardrobe, shocker right?" She joked back, taking a couple mouthfuls of her drink and wincing slightly at the strong taste, "although, fair warning, if I get too drunk I usually end up taking them off"
His cheeks darkened considerably, his blush painting all the way down to his neck as he moved from one foot to the other, his mouth opening and closing like a dying fish.
"Oh, um... heh... that's um... good to know" he forced a chuckle, scratching the back of his neck and choked on his own words as she took off her cardigan, throwing it over the table and into the corner, "uh... wow"
She smirked as his innocent gaze trailed down the neckline of her denim playsuit, happy she took Lydia's advice to pop open a couple extra buttons, her push up bra also doing an amazing job.
"See something you like?" She grinned, basking in the clear lust and awe he was swimming in.
He slapped a hand across his own cheek, shaking his head to clear his brain fog before shyly meeting her knowing stare.
"W-What?"
"It's okay Stiles" she reached, slowly rubbing his upper arm through the salmon pink shirt he was wearing, "you can look all you want"
He swallowed again, his throat dry as he tried to form words but failed - miserably.
She laughed - completely care free, pain forgotten - at this strange but endearing boy standing before her, enjoying getting under his skin.
She tapped her plastic cup to his beer bottle, sending him a half smile, "cheers"
It didn't take her long to down the contents of her cup, a master of alcohol she had once been and, still, clearly was. Back home, in the party scene, she was still undefeated in many binge drinking contests, a feat she was more than proud of.
Stiles watched her as he sipped his own beer, her hands already going back for more.
"Are you trying to get dragged out of here on a stretcher, or...?"
She raised the cup to her pink painted lips, smiling around the raised rim, "wouldn't be the first time I ended a party flat on my back" she joked, her eyes twinkling with teasing devilishness.
Despite their conversations always somehow ending up sexual or flirtatious, he still seemed taken aback by her shameless and confident tone.
"Not with Brian though" he said, making her cock a brow at him, "I mean, he's a dick"
"How did you know I came here with Brian?"
"I uh, watched you. Saw you I mean" he corrected quickly, "guy is nearly a bigger douche than Jackson"
"Oh, trust me, I'm well aware" she promised, taking another few sips, "dude's a perv. Surprised he hasn't slipped anything into my drink yet"
Stiles chuckled, "something tells me you'll give him a black eye if he does"
She grinned, "see? Getting to know me already"
He pursed his lips as they wrapped around the rim of the beer bottle and she allowed herself just a second of admiration.
He wasn't usually her type - but then again, she never really had a type. All her choices in boys were drink and drug fuelled mistakes, always somehow ending up in the bad crowd. But this boy? He wasn't part of the bad crowd. He was cute. Innocent. A breath of fresh air. Interesting.
"I should probably go and find Lydia" she settled on saying, "I'm actually surprised she hasn't hunted me down already"
"R-Right, yeah, of course" he nodded, "just um... be careful. Sometimes these parties can get out of hand" he hinted, "and uh, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you"
She was starting to feel the buzz from the liquor begin to seep through her body, mellowing her out and making her even more confident and flirty.
She smirked, "oh baby... I don't need a knight in shining armour..." she purred, reaching out to play with the collar of his shirt, "but your worry is very... much... appreciated..."
He shuddered out a breathless exhale of air, stiffening up as she leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, smirking as she did so, leaving a perfect print of her lips painted on his fair freckled skin.
She pulled back, playfully squeezing his cheeks together and leaned forward to caress her tongue across his lips, feeling him melt in her grip.
"You can watch my back anytime though. And by my back, I mean my ass" she smirked, "see you on the other side Stilinski"
And so she left him, a complete puddle of hormones, his eyes - obviously - trained on nothing but her ass as she grinned to herself in delight.
A/N) this chapter got super long I'm sorry haha I'm just having so much fun fleshing it out and making Kayla so fun and flirty and confident and badass and exploring relationships before the drama starts haha so please please if you liked it etc and I'll see you all super soon ;)