Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way shape or form :( decided to write up another chapter quickly because I'm on nightshift and bored so... lol hope you all enjoy and a huge thank you to Guest, guest, linda96 x 2 for reviewing means the world :) and just to clarify, no Kayla isn't a werewolf, it's been mentioned a few times so she can still get drunk lol
She downed the contents that was in her red plastic cup, discarding it to one side and picking up a couple of shots on the way past another table and, upon swallowing them in concession, she recognised it as snakebite and allowed her expression to crinkle up in disgust for several seconds brides shrugging and going back for more.
She grabbed another two, already starting to neck the first one as Lydia suddenly appeared in front of her, a tight dark dress gripping her figure, a perfectly arched eyebrow raising in quiet surprise.
"Having fun?" the beautiful strawberry blonde quipped, a knowing and playful smirk pulling at her red lips.
Kayla swallowed the first shot, allowing herself a second to shake off the brief bitterness and disgust before raising the other shot glass towards Lydia, "I'm not drunk yet, so no" before swallowing the next shot in under a second.
"I see you never came alone" Lydia said, jutting her chin out around Kayla towards Brian who was throwing her admiring looks from across the room, huddled between a group of his jackass friends, "good girl"
"I didn't really have a choice" she grumbled, reaching for her next couple of shot glasses that clinked together and spilt slightly, dribbles of alcohol dripping down the clear glass, "he's kind of a stalker"
"Nonsense" Lydia laughed off her comments, "he's hot. Go take him for a test drive"
She raised both shot glasses to her lips, downing both at once to, hopefully, block out Lydia's voice but unfortunately she was still conscious after she swallowed.
"Don't encourage me" Kayla groaned, "I need to stop making bad decisions"
Lydia simply smiled, grabbing her hand before she could reach for more alcohol and spun her around, pointing at Brian through the crowd.
"That is not a bad decision. That is a good decision" her new friend corrected her, "look at him and tell me you don't want to ride him till the sun comes up"
Kayla groaned again because she knew that, if she wasn't trying to exercise control, she would probably already be jumping his bones because she was idiotic and reckless like that, but she was trying not to let that happen. No more going down that same path again.
"I mean, I wouldn't say no usually but-"
"Exactly" Lydia interrupted, reaching down between her cleavage under her dress and pulled out a condom packet, pressing it into her hand before she could object, "so take this and have fun"
Kayla was beginning to get a bit bleary eyed, frowning down at the silver packet as Lydia winked at her.
"A condom?"
"Yes" Lydia rolled her eyes, "a condom. Obviously. Safe sex or no sex"
Kayla was sure Brian was watching the whole exchange, his eyes lingering on her form as he watched her with lust and need, clearly thinking he was going to get lucky tonight.
"And what if I don't?"
Lydia just sent her another eye roll, "then you can use it for a water balloon for all I care. Use it or don't, but the option is there for you. All I'm saying is have a little fun, it won't kill you"
'Oh Lydia', Kayla thought as she chuckled to herself, 'if only you knew'.
"Well thanks" Kayla laughed, pocketing the condom packet, "I appreciate you trying to get me some dick"
Lydia nodded proudly, "what are friends for, right?" and in a flurry of curly red hair, disappeared into the dancing crowd, leaving Kayla staring at Brian through the mass of people.
A part of her thought 'y'know what, fuck it', what was the harm in a little distraction? A little fun and casual sex? It's not like she was looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend, or the expectation to fall in love because that shit was hard and complicated, but sex? Sex she could do.
It was all she could do.
Just the thought of falling for someone, letting a person into her already broken heart was a dangerous game. She didn't want to feel such pain ever again. To give someone that level of power over her, her fragile heart in their hands to break wherever they wanted, was terrifying,
So no feelings... but sex didn't have to involve feelings. It was a lot safer than trusting someone with her life.
It was a lot safer than loving someone to then lose them. She knew the fierce pain of grief and heartbreak, she had been through it many times before, and she was just barely hanging on by her fingertips, holding on for dear life. Her head dipping in and out of water, trying not to drown.
No... she wasn't prepared to go through that pain again. She had to keep her heart safe.
She turned back to the table, grabbing another red plastic cup and filling it with a blend of different alcohols and mixers, needing to get drunk and drunk fast.
She brought the cup up to her lips, tilting it against her mouth to cough back the strong bitter liquid but was interrupted by a firm hand landing on the small of her back in an almost possessive but desperate manner.
"I think someone is getting a tad drunk" Brian's amused voice tickled her ear, his lips brushing against her lobe, "you've been here, what? Twenty minutes?"
She smirked around the rim of the cup, not moving an inch, "I don't do things by half measures"
"Clearly" he chuckled, "but that's what I like about you"
"Are you ever going to stop trying to get into my pants?"
"Unlikely" he pulled back, standing up straight behind her but kept his body pressed against her back, his presence dominating and unwavering, "especially if you keep dressing like that"
She took a few gulpfuls of her drink, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, the curve of her ass deliberately brushing against his thigh as she did so and she heard him groan under his breath at the touch.
"Dressing like what?" she asked in faux innocence, trying to repress her smirk as his hand moved slowly from her back to her waist, his fingertips clenching spring the denim material.
"You know like what" he replied huskily, an animalistic groan shuddering from the back of his throat as he inched even closer to her, his body nearly knocking her over the table, "so why don't we just skip the formalities and go upstairs now, hm?"
She laughed to herself, admiring his effort as she turned around, her nose skimming along his chin as she glanced up at him.
"And why would I do that?"
His smirk was devious and lustful, his fingers dancing up her body to sweep patterns across her bare and exposed neck and fuck... this had to stop turning her on.
"You're hot, I'm hot, it's the perfect combination" he whispered, "and you know damn well fine I can rock your world"
"Big talk" she replied playfully, "are you sure you're not overestimating your abilities?"
He slowly shook his head, hovering his thumb pad over her pulse point, "I've had no complaints"
"Well, those other girls aren't like me" she smirked, "I want a lot"
"Like what...?"
She was teasing him, slowly building the heat, his pupils darkening with arousal as they got even closer, his breath warm against her face just millimetres away from his own.
"Now that would be telling" she grinned, using every inch of her willpower to playfully push at his chest so he stumbled backwards, "figure it out yourself"
A boisterous laugh escaped his mouth as he gazed at her needily, enjoying the chase.
"I like a challenge" he remarked, "but don't worry sweetheart, I always win"
"We'll see" she shrugged, turning away from him back to the table but he wasn't done with her yet, stepping closer to her and allowing his hand to twist into her pocket and pull out the condom, holding it up for her to see.
"And don't worry about this" he chuckled before throwing it away to the side, discarding it like trash, "I like to go raw"
She rolled her eyes in amusement as he finally left her alone, slinking back into the crowd and a part of her hated how much he turned her on and left her wanting more because he, clearly, was a massive dickhead but when she was let loose and wild that was exactly her type.
Here she was, a few days back in Beacon Hills, and already falling back into old habits.
She downed the rest of her drink, ignoring the dizzy buzz she was feeling as a small crowd of fellow school pupils came over to her and started introducing themselves, offering her more alcohol and some company and she was getting too drunk to be annoyed by their incessant need to be liked, over compensating because she was new and impressionable and apparently friends with the Lydia Martin.
She joined them out in the garden, accidentally slipping down some concrete steps that led to the large concrete groundwork before the pool, managing to catch herself by grabbing onto someone's skirt.
A few laughed with good intentions, her new 'friends' helping her stand passing her more alcohol, clearly amused and in awe of her drinking abilities.
"Everyone is talking about you, you know" this one girl said whose name Kayla had completely forgot but she was pretty, long blonde hair curled into elegant waves, her curvy form evident in the tight bandage dress she was wearing, "not only are you new and a Hale but you turned up here with Brian Murdock. One of Beacon Hills most eligable bachelors"
Kayla snorted, "he kidnapped me"
The girl laughed, "well, he could kidnap me any time"
She shouldn't go there with him, she knew that, her brain was telling her it was a horrendous idea but her vagina clearly had other plans, aroused and turned on by his words.
A very slippery slope.
"You should go for it" the girl continued, encouraging her just like Lydia, "I heard he has a massive penis. I'm talking-" she help up her arm, pointing to her forearm, "-and twice as girthy"
"I doubt it" Kayla chuckled, "that is nearly anatomically impossible"
The girl laughed, "well, regardless, it's big. And he clearly likes you, he's been staring at you all night. You're very lucky"
Oh yes, so lucky to be considered another notch in his bedpost.
"We'll see" Kayla settled on saying, "I haven't decided if he's worth it yet"
The girl winked, "don't wait too long. Something that good deserves to be eaten"
She ended up drinking some more, talking a load of shit with these new people she had just met and even started dancing in tune with the music, quickly getting drunker the more the night went on.
In fact, she was so out of it she forgot she was meant to be watching out for Scott what with it being a full moon and all, all logical thoughts completely out the window.
It wasn't until she felt a familiar gaze lingering on her did she turn around and see Derek hovering in the shadows by a big metal gate, his eyes piercing straight through her.
Uh oh... she was in trouble.
She kept a hold of her cup, squeezing past a load of hot sweaty bodies, trying not to fall in the pool as she approached Derek, a drunk lazy smile tugging at her lips.
"Cuz" she greeted although it came out as more of a slur, "what's up?"
He frowned at her, his big broody forehead creasing in disappointment.
"What happened to watching Scott?"
She waved her hand out, dismissing him, "he's not here yet. At least, I don't think he is"
"Not the point" Derek exclaimed through gritted teeth, "I asked you to do one thing Kayla-"
"And I'm screwing up, I know" she interrupted with a bitter eye roll, "no surprise there though right?"
His eyes softened ever so slightly, seeing her state of disarray, clearly more drunk than she was pretending to be.
"Don't go back there" he whispered, "it's not worth it"
"I'm not going back anywhere" she exclaimed, pointing a drunk finger at what she assumed was him but she wasn't sure, seeing double, "certainly not home anyway"
Because this, here, was not her home. It was just a town a lot of bad things had happened in that she was forced to stay in by her bitch of a mom, no consideration or thought for her feelings at all. Her home, her life, was back in Louisiana. Her memories were there, her friends, everything that she had ever known was now thousands of miles away. She wasn't going to apologise for having an adjustment period.
Derek looked like he was going to reach through the gate for her arm but stopped, his shoulders hunched over awkwardly as he saw her sadness come out, too drunk to hide it like she normally did.
"Sober up" he suggested, "and keep an eye on Scott when he arrives. Shout if something happens"
"Yeah... sure" she mumbled, not bothering with an argument as she turned on her heel and walked back into the crowd, fighting the urge to just go off the rails completely, the alcohol not helping her judgement.
For some unknown reason, her brain thought it was a fabulous idea to bee line straight towards Brian and his group of friends, hovering in front of one of the large white pillars with fairy lights on it, bottles of beers in hand.
He glanced up at her arrival, a flirty grin tugging at his lips.
"Back so soon?" He joked, lustfuy trailing his gaze up her body, "I knew you couldn't resist me-"
She cut him off by slamming her lips to his, surprising not only herself by her rash and sudden actions but apparently everyone else around them too, many gaping and letting out wolf whistles.
It didn't take him long to get over his surprise though, smirking at her complete lack of inibition as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her up to the tips of her toes to deepen the kiss and put him in control, holding and grabbing at her swaying body.
She knew she would regret this but oh, what the hell, fuck it. She had regretted a lot of things and had to live with it, what was one more to add to the list?
Her hands were tight against his jaw, the kiss turning into a fierce battle of wills before suddenly, without warning, he picked her up and slammed her around into the white pillar, the prickle of fairy lights digging into her back. His hands, desperate and urgent, slipping down to squeeze the curve of her ass, clearly wanting it and wanting it now.
Yes... it was a slippery slope indeed.
One she had always fallen down.
But did she actually like him and was attracted to him? Or was her damaged brain simply so used to doing bad things that it was now on auto pilot?
She pulled back for breath, her head dizzy and numb as she peeled her eyes open slowly to see Brian's gleaming blue gaze clouded with desire, glancing down at her puffy and bruised lips, clearly craving them once more.
"Wow" he smirked, "I knew you were good but not that good" moving his hands up to squeeze her hips, "I'm going to enjoy fucking you"
She held her finger up as he leaned down to kiss her again, rolling her eyes at his expectant behaviour.
"And who said that was going to happen?"
He smiled against her finger, slowly moving his mouth around it before playfully nipping at the tip with his teeth.
"Your mouth did" he said shamelessly, "when it was trying to suck my god damn soul from my body. Don't deny it baby... you want me"
Yes...
No...
Maybe...
She didn't know.
She had to sort out her shit and stop hooking up with unsuitable, horny boys. She was too much of a disaster for her own good.
She quirked a brow, confidence oozing from every pore of her body, "no, actually, you want me" she corrected, much to everyone's amusement who "oooooh'd" and "aaaaah'd" at her cocky tone, "you chased me, remember?"
She could tell he admired her confidence, resisting a grin as he shrugged, "yeah, and?"
"Well, chase over" she whispered, "take me somewhere"
He grinned, grabbing her hand and wasting no time began dragging her through the crowd, holding her close as she swayed a little, her body tingling as she struggled to stay focused.
She expected him to take her upstairs but instead he chose the downstairs bathroom, throwing out whoever was in there to then drag her in, locking the door behind them.
"You're too fucking hot" he gasped, quickly undoing his belt and popping open the button on his pants, tugging down the zip in a hasty manner, "get over here and show me what that body can do"
Urgh, she was so fucking drunk. Every shot and every disgusting mix of multiple alcohols finally settling in her stomach and making her want to barf. It felt like getting hit by a car at 100mph, completely throwing her off her guard.
She blinked hard, trying to refocus her stare but she was seeing double, the lights of the bathroom dazzling like orbs in front of her.
Instead of waiting for her, he pulled her forward by her wrists, her body slamming into his as he begun fervently kissing her neck as his hands roamed her body, his drunk mouth urgent and dominating on her pulse point.
She was struggling to stand straight, her knees beginning to fold and he chuckled against her skin, mumbling something about her having jelly legs and turned her around and picked her up to sit her next to the sink, standing between her legs.
"I think someone is a little drunk" he observed, his own alcohol ridden breath wafting over her face as he smirked at her.
Her head was resting back against the mirror, shaking her head back and forth as she tried to focus, her body all but useless as he made some sort of comment about drunk girls and begin unbuttoning her playsuit as his lips attacked her neck once again, clearly desperate and wanting more. His hands, then resting on her own, guided hers down to a very prominent bulge trying to escape the confines of his pants and he groaned at the touch, thrusting into her grip.
She allowed herself a few seconds of self hatred, shame - and most likely sickness from the alcohol - swelling in her stomach as she closed her eyes, hating how she always ended up like this. Ended up doing this. She was all for casual fun, but why did she end up having casual fun with people she didn't even like?
She felt him unbutton her playsuit all the way down to her stomach, his fingers reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she finally came to a little bit of sense and pushed him back, shaking her head again.
"Don't act all shy now" he chuckled, moving back in front of her, "you were all up for this"
He, too, was clearly drunk, his eyes clouded with tipsiness but they were interrupted by a hasty series of knocks on the oak door, clearly impatient.
"Go away" Brain grumbled, "kind of busy in here"
The knocking didn't stop, in fact it just got more incessant, a voice muffled through the door exclaiming, "yeah, that's why I'm knocking. Do you always take advantage of drunk girls?"
Kayla frowned at the voice as Brian rolled his eyes, "just go away"
"Yeah, not happening" the voice called back, "so you either stop being a creep or I just call my dad, y'know... the sheriff"
Brain simply groaned, taking a step back and pulling his pants higher on his hips, zipping and buttoning them back up.
"Sorry sweetheart" Brian apologised with a roll of his eyes, "someone's trying to ruin the fun. We can pick this up another time"
She didn't really catch his words, sliding off from the unit and falling to her knees in front of the toilet, the alcohol twisting her gut a little too much as she begun being sick into the bowl.
Brian's expression contorted into dismay as he shrugged, "yeah, definitely another time" before striding to the door and opening it.
"Stilinski" he muttered, narrowing her eyes, "thanks for that" he added sarcastically, "always a kill joy huh?"
"Nah, just not an advocate for sexual assault" Stiles fired back.
Brian rolled his eyes, "she wanted it. Well, did before-" jutting his head to her still being sick over the toilet, "-that happened. Just as well I didn't stick it in"
Stiles scoffed at his crude behaviour, watching him with narrowed eyes as he brushed past him before turning back to the bathroom and sliding in, shutting the door behind him.
"Uh... oh, wow, okay" he murmured, watching with a wince as Kayla continued to retch, "that is... kind of impressive"
Kayla rolled her forehead on the cool plastic of the toilet seat, letting out a groan as the nausea flipped her stomach, the pain of the full moon beginning to seize her body once again.
"Oh, right, sorry" Stiles flushed, rushing to the sink and wetting a face cloth with cool water, shaking the excess water off before dropping to his knees next to her, "you okay?"
She groaned in response, grabbing the cloth and slapping it on her forehead, swallowing back the burning sickness.
"I'll take that as a no"
She couldn't help but smirk at his tone of voice, rolling her head sideways to look up at him, "I think I may have alcohol poisoning"
He snorted, "if you don't, it'll be a miracle"
She narrowed her eyes at him playfully, "I always take it too far"
He gingerly reached out, awkwardly lifting his hand to touch her back, "I can't really comment on that seeming how I've known you, like, a few days. Well, I don't really 'know' you, I just, y'know, am aware of you"
She snorted, "I can tell"
He flushed, "oh uh, you're um... your clothes are, they're kind of... I mean-" he indicted to his own chest, "not that I was looking, I wasn't, I just couldn't help but notice-" he rushed out and she sat up, glancing down at her playsuit that was unbuttoned.
"Huh" she muttered before letting out a chuckle, "told you I usually end up naked"
His face was bright red, clearly trying to be respectful and keep his gaze away from her chest but his eyes kept dipping back down, like her obvious cleavage was calling out to him.
She reached down, trying to do the buttons back up herself but she was dizzy and her eyesight was blurry, unable to coordinate her movements.
She pouted in disappointment, letting out a frustrated sigh before glancing up at him, her hair askew and sticking to her sweaty face, her expesssion clearly asking for help.
He flushed an even deeper red, pointing at her chest, "uh... you want me to-to-"
She pouted even harder, her bottom lip sticking out, "Stiles, I can't see"
He swallowed, carefully reaching forward with shaky hands to begin buttoning back up her playsuit, trying to be respectful and screwing his eyes shut, only peaking out when necessary to check he was doing it right, forcing down a nervous gulp as his fingers brushed the curve of her breasts spilling from her bra.
He buttoned it up higher than before, protecting her dignity before slapping his hands on his thighs to indicate he was done.
She smiled lazily, "thanks Stilessssss"
He coughed, clumsily jumping to his feet and bent down to help her stand, pulling her up by her arms and had to hold her close as she stumbled, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.
"Um, okay, ah- oh god" he mumbled, closing his eyes momentarily at the feel of her against him, "yeah, I should sober you up"
He helped her from the bathroom, keeping her close as he squeezed through the mass of people and into Lydia's large kitchen, sitting her down on a stool and passing her a bottle of water.
She took it, struggling with the cap so he took pity on her, reaching out and taking the lid off.
She smiled in thanks, taking a few sips and he watched her, finding a small smile tug at his lips.
"Urgh" she groaned, "did I just hook up with the dickhead?"
He snorted, "kind of. Y'know, I did warn you about him"
She rolled her eyes, "I know, I know. He was just... there. I told you I always take things too far"
They slipped into silence again, Kayla drinking some more water and Stiles just sitting next to her, stealing small looks to her every now and then.
"I'm sorry" she whispered, "for uh, needing a reality check"
"Anytime" he grinned, "do uh, do you want me to take you home?"
"Oh, I um... can't" she mumbled, "I'm supposed to keep an eye on Scott"
Stiles frowned, catching onto her word choice, "keep an eye on Scott? Why?"
"Just... for reasons"
"You're very mysterious, you know that?" Stiles chuckled, "I can't figure you out"
"You're not meant to" she joked, "that's part of my charm"
He smiled back, still a little nervous but managed to hold her gaze for longer than a couple of seconds.
"Is spewing your guts out also part of your charm?"
She winced, "you weren't supposed to see that"
"Well, I did and now I can't unsee it" he laughed, "so how about I just take you home and-oh, Wait, Scott are you okay?" Stiles interrupted his own sentence, glancing away from her to watch Scott stumble through the crowd, head in his hands, sweating profusely, "Scott, bud, you okay?"
Despite her drunk state, she recognised those signs.
She was right... he was a werewolf.
He was a werewolf and he was turning - now.
Scott ignored Stiles, escaping out the kitchen and bee lined to the door.
"I swear, he gets weirder every year" Stiles mumbled with a laugh but his expression turned serious as he caught her worried gaze, frowning down at her.
"What's up?"
"We need to get him" she rushed out, jumping off the stool but misjudged the height and face planted into Stiles' chest, "we need to get Scott"
"Why?" he helped her stand, his face twisting into confusion, "he's fine. He probably just drank too much - y'know, like you" he added pointedly, "which is why I really think I should take you home-"
She ignored him, escaping his comforting grip and stumbled after Scott, Stiles flailing about after her.
The fresh air hit her like a ton of bricks, making her whoozy as she grabbed a hold of the fencing around the porch, trying not to black out.
"Wait, hold up" Stiles panted, sliding up next to her in typical clumsy fashion, "why do you want Scott?"
She didn't have the time, nor the patience, to sugar coat anything, especially given the dire urgency of the situation as she turned to face him.
"Because your best bud is now a werewolf" she stated very matter of factly, watching his eyes go wide, "so unless you want him to go on a murder spree, I suggest you help me find him"
Stiles' incredulous stare was fixated on her, measuring her expression and finally letting out a chuckle, shaking his head.
"You're drunk"
"And you're stupid"
He looked at her, affronted, "excuse me?"
"You were thinking something along the same lines too, I can tell"
Stiles laughed awkwardly, "yeah, if we lived in fantasy land. There is no way-"
"He got bit right?" she asked, quirking a brow, "probably sometime before school started up again? Suddenly started getting really good at lacrosse despite most likely benching it with you before?"
"Okay, now that's rude" he pointed at her, "I don't always bench"
"Not the point" she groaned, "you've thought about it too, I know you have. You're smart. You're putting the pieces together"
He bit the inside of his cheek, chewing over her words, suddenly weighing up if she was trustworthy or not.
"You can trust me" she reassured, "I'm on your side"
"Are you a werewolf too?"
She rolled her eyes, "no. I just come from a family of them, so can we please-"
"Wait, family?" he squeaked, "so Derek-"
"Yeah. Werewolf" she confirmed, "an annoying one at that"
"So did he-"
"-Bite him?" she finished his sentence, already sensing what he was thinking, "no. He wishes he had that ability"
Stiles shook his head, completely overwhelmed by her words, "okay, stop, this is all totally mind boggling-"
"We don't have time for this" she groaned, stepping forward and reaching into his pants pocket, grabbing his keys and feeling him stiffen by her forwardness, gaping down at her.
"What are you doing-"
"Let's go"
She grabbed his hand, dragging his flailing and uncoordinated body down the steps, heading straight for his baby blue jeep.
"No way in hell" he exclaimed, stopping her before she got to it, grabbing his keys back, "you're not driving roscoe. Especially not drunk"
She rolled her eyes, "I'm fine"
He quirked a brow, raising his hand, "how many fingers am I holding up?"
She squinted, "uh... two?"
"No, four" pushing her towards the passenger seat, "I'm driving"
"Fine"
She managed to climb into his jeep on the third attempt, blowing her wild hair from her face as she impatiently pointed at Stiles to drive but he rolled his eyes, leaning over and clipping her seatbelt into place.
"I don't need a knight in shining armour, remember?"
"Road safety is no joke" he quipped, starting up the engine, "uh, where am I going?"
"How do I know, he's your friend"
"You were much more likeable before, you know that right?"
"And you were much less annoying before too" she shot back, "just drive"
"Yeah yeah" and with that he skidded from Lydia's drive into the night, his whole view on the world becoming a whole lot clearer.
A/N) eeeek bonding (and bickering) haha so ready for the stiles/Kayla/Scott friendship bonding over the supernatural lol hope you all enjoyed and please review and I shall see you all very soon :)