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"God dammit" she cursed under her breath as she watched Scott ram so forcefully into Jackson he ended up on the cold grass, the brutal sound of bones crunching making everyone wince.

The unpredictability of Scott right now was terrifying. One wrong move and he could wipe out his entire team in broad daylight and the last thing they needed was exposure.

Lydia let out a small scream and rushed to Jackson, Allison following a little slower as everyone surrounded Jackson in worry but that wasn't what Kayla was focused on - it was Scott, hunched over in pain, breathing heavily and most worrisome of all, his eyes glowing a bright amber.

She made her way over to him but before she could reach them, Stiles had already helped him to his feet and was half carrying-half dragging Scott back to the school, away from prying eyes.

She was just about to follow them when Allison reached out and grabbed her arm, one hand flying up to cover her mouth in shock.

"Oh my god... Scott did that"

Kayla glanced down at the small hand that was gripping her forearm, seeming completely taken aback by what she was seeing.

"I'm sure it was an accident" Kayla reassured halfheartedly knowing, in fact, it most likely wasn't an accident. Some part of Scott had probably wanted to do that for years. And honestly - she really couldn't blame him.

"Where did he go?"

Kayla pretended not to know, glancing around stupidly before shrugging.

"He's probably feeling bad" she lied, "wanted to get away from everyone looking at him"

"Yeah... I suppose"

With all the commotion, she managed to slip away unnoticed as Lydia and coach helped Jackson off the field and to the hospital so she went to the one place she suspected the two boys were at - the locker room.

By the time she rounded the corner, she saw Scott push Stiles away harshly and almost jumped in to seperate the two but Scott relaxed, his eyes fading to their normal deep brown.

"W-What happened?"

"You tried to kill me"

"Yeah, and almost succeeded" she said, giving both boys a fright as they never noticed her standing by the doorway, "those claws can do a lot of damage you know"

Scott looked a little guilty, glancing down at his now human hands and wincing, "I-I didn't mean to"

"I should hope not" Stiles interjected, "I like my throat intact thank you very much"

"You need to learn how to control your anger" she suggested, walking up to them with a serious expression on her face, trying to get it into Scott's head that he now had a level of responsibility that he didn't have before, "if you don't, you will kill someone"

"So basically his anger gets his pulse rising" Stiles said, "it triggers the change?"

"Yeah, if you don't know how to pull yourself back" she shrugged, "and you seem to be getting yourself into a lot of pulse rising situations lately"

"It's lacrosse" Scott said sheepishly, "it's a pretty violent game if you hadn't noticed"

"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game"

"I have to agree with Stiles" Kayla winced, "if you can't control it then going out on that field will be a death sentence for a lot of people. I doubt you could live with that"

"But... but I'm first line"

Kayla and Stiles shared a look, both feeling a little guilty for dashing his dreams - even if it was for the best.

"What if I learn to control it by then?" Scott asked, "what if I'm not a danger to anyone?"

"Learn to control the change in a matter of days?" Kayla asked incredulously, "a bitten werewolf? That's nearly impossible"

"So it's not completely impossible?" Scott asked, clearly grabbing at straws, "it could be done?"

Both boys looked at her, waiting for an answer that she really didn't have. Being a werewolf, especially a new werewolf, was unpredictable. Even the most emotionally capable werewolves had their off days.

"Uh... theoretically yeah, but you need to have amazing emotional intelligence, and drive. What makes it worth it?"

Scott shrugged, "playing Lacrosse. Uh, and Allison"

"I guess I could speak to Derek" she suggested, "maybe he could tutor you, so to speak"

"Derek?" Stiles laughed, "the creep factor is high with that one"

"Do you know any other werewolves?" she quirked a brow in exasperation, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips.

"... Do fictional characters count?"

She rolled her eyes playfully before turning back to Scott, "I'll speak to Derek. I'm sure he could teach you a few things"

"Can't you teach me?" Scott asked, "you're, well, nicer"

"Me? Nice?" she laughed, "I've not been described as that before"

"Well, nicer than Derek" Stiles said, "by a long shot"

"That's because you haven't gotten on my bad side - yet"

Stiles gulped, "y-y-yet?"

She smirked, "exactly"

"I need to play on Saturday" Scott continued, "I have to"

"I know some things, sure, but I don't know enough to get you to control the shift in a few days. I'm not a miracle worker" she said bluntly, "or a therapist. The best I could do would be Derek and I'll try and get him to play nice, although after that tumble with the hunters the other night, he's not best pleased with you"

Scott winced, "I didn't get caught"

"No" she smirked, "but you did almost get your arm taken off, and trust me, that's getting off easy. Next time it'll be your head"

"Oh god..."

"Deal?"

She held out her hand, waiting for Scott to shake it which he did rather reluctantly, still looking panicked out of his head.

"Deal"

"Good" she grinned, "but in the meantime, I would suggest some simple breathing techniques. Anything to try and keep your pulse under a hundred and twenty. Start there"

"Thank you"

She nodded her head, beginning to excuse herself from the rather messy and odour filled locker room rich with the smell of dried B.O but Stiles beginning to say something made her turn around.

"Derek has given us no reason to trust him" he said, "for all we know, he killed that girl"

A wave of sadness hit her square in the chest, the reminder of losing Laura knocking her completely off guard, especially coming from Stiles' mouth.

"He didn't" she said coldly, her tone giving no room to argue. "What do you know about it?"

Stiles seemed a little dumbfounded by her sudden icy demeanour, sharing a nervous look with Scott before lifting a hand to scratch the back of his neck, flushing a deep red.

"She was cut in half. Seems pretty werewolfish to me"

The warmth that she had towards these two boys was beginning to evaporate by the second, annoyance that they dare even suggest Derek did this. Derek who, unbeknownst to them, was grieving the loss of his older sister.

She stepped closer to Stiles, her expression blank but brimming with pinched anger to which Stiles subconsciously stepped back, keeping a couple of feet distance between them.

"You know nothing" she hissed, "nothing about Derek and nothing about that girl. So keep your wrong thoughts to yourself"

Her protectiveness over Derek and Laura came out full force, like some kind of mama bear, hating their innocence getting questioned - yet again.

Stiles gulped nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he looked sideways to Scott for backup but the floppy haired boy was just as dumbfounded by her sudden shift, rooted to the spot.

"Uh... um... o-okay-"

"I mean it" she said harshly, "because if you can't trust Derek then why the hell bother trusting me?" and with that she stalked off, not giving them another second of her anger before she took things too far which is how things normally ended when she got mad.

She heard Stiles fumbling about after her but kept her back turned, gritting her teeth as to not lose her temper, determined to keep it on check.

"Hey Kayla, wait-Kayla, wait, hold up-"

He was somehow brave enough to gently grab hold of her elbow and, partly admiring the balls it probably took him to do that, she slowed to a stop, turning to cock a brow at him.

"Uh... heh... look, I'm sorry, I know he's your cousin but-"

"But what?"

He swallowed thickly, worried about riling her up.

"But he's given us no reason to trust him. He's secretive, he's overly aggressive and he's down right creepy. How do we know he didn't kill her?"

She shrugged, "think what you want, I don't care, but don't expect me to play nice with you both and help out when you openly accuse my cousin, one of my only remaining family members, of murder" she said bluntly, "sorry, but no chance"

"So you... won't help us?"

She scoffed, "can you hear yourself right now? Why would I put you two idiots above my cousin, huh?"

"Uh..." he chuckled nervously, "because you... like us?"

She folded her arms across her chest, "you're testing that"

"Oi, Hale" she heard to her right and twisted her head to the side to see Brian lopping towards her, kitted out in his lacrosse gear and she sighed to herself, already thinking of ways in which she could escape.

"Yes?" she replied in an abrupt tone, conveying to him just how little patience she had with his bullshit.

"Long day?" Brian smirked before noticing Stiles there and grinned, "must be if you're talking to Stilinski"

"What do you want?" she retaliated with an eyeroll, not in the mood for his games.

"Just wondering when we're getting our second date. You kind of left me hanging"

She scoffed, "second? We didn't even have a first"

"Oh so, getting to second base in Lydia Martin's bathroom doesn't count huh?"

She was about to shoot him down but before she could she heard Stiles scoff, showing his annoyance at Brian's interference in their original conversation.

"Something to say Stilinski?!"

"Nothing your ego would like" Stiles striked back, his sharp toungue making her smile to herself a little.

Brian's jaw clenched a little, clearly annoyed at Stiles' words but he held back whatever hurtful remark he was no doubt wanting to say, his eyes finding their way back to hers, completely cutting Stiles out of the conversation.

"So?" Brian grinned, "what do you say?"

"No" she replied bluntly, not bothering beating around the bush much to Stiles' amusement as he sniggered but she shot him a glare, still annoyed about earlier and he soon shut up, "now if you'll excuse me, I have much more interesting places to be"

She went to step around him but he side stepped back in front of her, a charming smile plastered across his face.

"What's the point in playing hard to get Hale? Let's just save ourselves some time and admit you want to see what else I have to offer"

She scoffed at his remark, tilting her chin up defiantly.

"Oh please, the only thing you could offer me is a plate of disappointment with a side of chlamydia" she stated with an eyeroll, using his surprise at her jab to brush past him, "now leave me alone"

She left the two boys gaping after her, one enamoured by her sharp wit and the other's ego deflating by the second but fuelled by the challenge. The chase. Knowing the prize would be worth it.

She thought - or rather, hoped - that after Jackson's injury on the field just a few hours prior, that Lydia would have forgotten about the 'shopping spree' she had planned with her and Allison.

No such luck.

Lydia tracked her down to her car before she could escape, demanding to know why she was leaving when they 'had plans'.

Kayla pointed out that, well, Jackson was injured and she just assumed Lydia would want to spend time with her in which Lydia responded with a scoff and a delicate wave of the hand that Jackson was "fine" and nothing would come between her and shopping.

Kayla had groaned at that, wishing Jackson got injured just a little bit harder but didn't put up much of a fight as Lydia dragged her to her own car, a Volkswagen Beetle, that Allison already sitting in the back.

"See you've been kidnapped too" she greeted Allison, clambering into the front seat and trying not to bang her head off the low frame.

"I was promised donuts" Allison smiled, holding her bag on her lap as Lydia just pursed her lips at both of them.

"Well, I want donuts too" Kayla said, pointing an accusatory finger at Lydia as she started up the car, "with chocolate sprinkles"

"A moment on the lips, forever on the hips" Lydia sing songed as she pulled out from the parking lot.

"Worth it though"

"So what exactly are we shopping for?" Allison asked, "and I didn't think Beacon Hills would be big enough for a mall"

Lydia shrugged, "it's not exactly the 'mall of America' but it has a Macy's and Macy's have the best clothes"

"Didn't the other one close down?" Kayla mused, "I remember it had the best Chuck E Cheese"

"Chuck E Cheese?" Lydia snorted, "out of everywhere, you favour Chuck E Cheese?"

"I was here every summer until I was ten" Kayla shrugged, "the arcade there passed many, many hours of boredom"

Lydia 'ahhh'd' in realisation, "that's right. Sometimes I forget you're a Hale"

"How could you forget?" Kayla laughed, "I thought you did your research on us" turning around to share an amused look with Allison.

"Oh, I did" Lydia vowed, tapping her manicured and polished nails along the steering wheel, "but my research didn't include your favourite spot being Chuck E Cheese"

"Well, it's obviously not now" she laughed, "I prefer somewhere that serves something a bit stronger"

"That's my girl" Lydia grinned, "so, I've decided that you two need a new wardrobe if you're to be seen with me, hence, this little shopping spree"

"Oh, uh, I don't think my allowance will stretch that far" Allison laughed a little uncomfortably from the back seat, glancing out the windows as Lydia drove.

"That's why it's my treat silly" Lydia said as she pulled down her visor and pointed to the row of credit cards lodged into the holder, "I don't have an allowance"

"Is that a platinum American Express?" Kayla chuckled, reaching past Lydia to grab the silver card and turn it over in her hand, "there's no way your credit is that good"

Lydia shrugged with a smile on her face, "cards don't lie"

Kayla snorted, "apparently not" but whilst Lydia was smiling proudly, Kayla reached into her own bag and pulled her own platinum express card.

"Huh" Lydia murmured, a surprised but appreciative look on her face, "I knew there was a reason I liked you"

She laughed in response, handing Lydia back her card, "ah yes, because silver is totally my colour"

"With your skin tone, nearly everything goes" Lydia smirked, "let me gues... Mexican descent right?"

"Yeah" Kayla said in surprise, not expecting Lydia to catch on, "my mom's grandparents were from Mexico. That's about all I know about them. How did you-"

"Know?" Lydia asked, "I just know these things"

Kayla shared a raised eyebrow look with Allison in the rear view mirror.

"Creepy" Kayla remarked, "anyways, I don't think I need a new wardrobe"

"And that is exactly why you do" Lydia chirped, "you aren't in Louisiana anymore hun. It's time you adapt to our ways"

She glanced down at her - what she assumed - was a normal outfit and then looked sideways at Lydia.

"Louisiana is still in America, you know that right? It's not like I'm dancing around in clogs or wearing tartan"

"Might as well be" Lydia grumbled, "and you Allison, I had such high hopes for you but it's beginning to dwindle" she offered to Allison who tried to resist smiling, "you both need my help - and fast"

It was incredibly pointless to argue with Lydia, they both knew that, so just went along with it and Kayla was kind of glad to be somewhere that wasn't her house right now. Spending too much time with her mom always ended in disaster.

They parked and took the escalater up to the top floor where Lydia headed straight to Macy's.

"Why do I feel like she's going to kit us out in flowery dresses and six inch heels?"

Allison laughed, keeping close to Kayla as they followed a few steps behind Lydia.

"And chunky belts" Allison laughed, "and don't forget the accessories"

"Gun, mouth, now"

Lydia handed each of them a basket but not before wiping the handles down with alcohol wipes.

"What?" Lydia defended herself, "you never know who has touched these"

Kayla decided to stick with Allison, walking close to the brunette as they skimmed the clothes whilst Lydia had the time of her life, picking out clothes, holding it up to their bodies and then deciding if it was worthy of being placed in the basket or back on the rail.

"You know, you should come around for dinner one night" Allison offered, "my parents have been bugging me to meet my friends"

"Oh, the uh... the infamous parents" Kayla said with a dry chuckle, "they want to meet us?"

"Sure" Allison said innocently, her hand dragging along the vibrant clothes hanging on the rails, "they um, like to know who I'm hanging out with"

'Ironic' Kayla thought to herself, 'if only they knew'.

"Will they run a background check on me?" Kayla joked, but knew as soon as the Argents found out she was a Hale, all hell would break loose.

"Potentially" Allison laughed playfully, "would they find anything interesting?"

"Probably a lot of speeding tickets and a couple of warrants"

Allison lost her smile, sending Kayla a surprised look.

"It's all good though" Kayla dismissed, "it got wiped from my record"

Allison chuckled, like she thought Kayla was just playing some kind of trick on her but when Kayla just stood there with a blank expression on her face did she finally believe her.

"Wait, really?"

"Why would I lie?" Kayla asked cluelessly, not really understanding why Allison was struggling with her statement.

"Uh... heh..."

"Don't worry, I'm not felon" Kayla reassured her, "I just had a bad year"

"... Right..."

"So, what do you think?" Lydia interrupted, holding up two outfits, one a leather skirt with a ruffled top and the other a caramel coloured check pinafore dress with a plain white top to go under it.

"Lovely" Kayla said blandly and Lydia just screwed her face up in return.

"This one for you-" handing the skirt and top to Allison, "-and for you" giving Kayla the pinafore dress and white top, "wear it to the game on Saturday"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes" Lydia said in response to Kayla's whine, "no arguments. This is what you're wearing, end of"

She shared a knowing look with Allison, both knowing they would not win against Lydia, no matter how hard they tried.

Over the next two days she managed to avoid Scott and Stiles but did keep an eye on them from a distance, just in case Scott's anger got a little out of control, but since that incident in the locker room there was nothing.

Yet early on Saturday morning she didn't expect to get woken up by an SOS call from Derek, saying he was about to be arrested because of "those two idiots"

Even without names she knew exactly who he was talking about.

Scott and Stiles.

It was ridiculously early, like sun just coming up early and she could barely see let alone think straight in her haste to tumble out of bed, grabbing an oversized hoody to throw over her white vest top and bed shorts as she raced to her car and skidded from the driveway.

She was furious.

She told them - she warned them - to leave her cousin alone, that he had nothing to do with any murder but they just couldn't leave well enough alone could they?

They just had to interfere, and for what? For a stupid game?

Children.

She assumed they just have found the other half of Laura's body. That Scott had sniffed it out. They probably went snooping at Derek's house - at their family house - and came across the grave.

She had told Derek a couple of days ago that burying Laura there wasn't a smart move, that it was basically inviting a pair of cuffs on him if anyone found her but he was adamant. Said it had to be here, where they grew up. That she deserved to be buried somewhere meaningful.

Guess he wished he took her advice now.

She sped up the dirt track leading to the burnt down ruins to see a couple of police cars and, lo and behold, a familiar baby blue jeep.

Keep your anger in check, keep your anger in check, keep your anger in check she chanted to herself, slamming to a stop just several feet away from the jeep, skidding across the leaf covered ground grabbing Scott's attention who was leaning against the jeep and Stiles who was nervously hovering near the police car which she assumed had Derek locked up inside.

Both boys suddenly looked incredibly guilty, sharing a nervous look with each other as she glared at them, climbing out from her car and slamming the door hard enough to make the windows shake.

"You better not have done what I think you've done" she said harshly, stomping up to them and then realising there was two police officers inside a taped off area, taking samples from the unearthed ground.

"Kayla uh-" Scott said hesitantly, "-hi, w-what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" she asked incredulously, "on my family's land?" she added, "I think the better question is what the hell are you doing here"

Scott was lost for words, looking helplessly at Stiles as his friend came over, equally terrified and voiceless.

"Well?" she demanded, "don't go mute now. You clearly had a lot to say to the police"

"Right. That. Uh-" Stiles chuckled uncomfortably, bouncing from the balls of his feet to the tips of his toes as he glanced around nervously, "-we uh, well we found-"

"I know what you found" she snapped, not impressed with their faux innocence, "and the first thing you do is call the cops huh? Ever think there was maybe a good reason for it?"

Stiles opened his mouth, no doubt about to defend himself but then noticed her attire - or rather, lack of - and flared up a bright red.

"What?" she barked in response to his sudden quietness, dropping her arms to her side and quirking a brow, "if you have something to say then just say it"

"Oh, um... uh... it's just... you uh... you're..." he stumbled, suddenly clenching his fist and biting down hard on it as he groaned under his breath.

"Well?"

He dropped his hand which now had very visible teeth indents in the delicate skin, hyper focusing on anything but her neck downwards.

"It's just uh... you... you're sort of... not... exactly... dressed..."

She frowned at that unusual statement, glancing down at her bare legs in her bed shorts and her very thin vest top with the hoody thrown carelessly over her shoulders.

"I'm dressed" she said, "just very minimally. That's what happens when you get a phone call saying your cousin is getting arrested at dawn"

"Right. Um... well... that's just... good. Great. I mean, aren't you cold?" he chuckled, but was clearly uncomfortable.

"A little, judging by how hard my nipples are" she said nonchantedly, ignoring how both boys suddenly began coughing, "why do you care?"

"N-No reason" Stiles stuttered, "uh... Um..."

"Derek didn't kill that girl" she said, changing the subject, "just because he buried her it didn't mean he killed her"

"Well who was she?" Scott asked, stepping up to her, "she was a werewolf right?"

Kayla sighed, "yeah, she was. A werewolf he didn't kill" she emphasised, "and now you've gone and got him arrested. This is not gonna end well for you. Either of you"

Scott shared a worried look with Stiles before facing Kayla once more.

"We did the right thing" Scott said, "we believe he killed her and now the police do too"

"Not for long" she stated, "and you're fast making more enemies than friends right now and, trust me, you need all the friends you can get" she added, "so until you come to your god damn senses count me out"

She went to turn away but Stiles leapt forward in front of her, stopping her from getting into her car.

"Wait-wait-wait, we could really use your help" he said, his eyes darting up and down, really trying to focus on anything but her lack of clothes like that night of Lydia's party but failing miserably.

"Well you should've thought about that before you got my cousin arrested for murder" she said bluntly, "now are you going to move, or are you going to keep staring at my nipples?"

His jaw slackened, a rush of blood darkening his neck and cheeks and whilst he was too stunned to speak she pushed him out the way and climbed into her car, pushing the button to wind her window down.

"And FYI-" she added, "-when you both come to your senses, maybe then I'll help. Until then, you're on your own"

A/N) yay another chapter, taking a little longer but that's just because this is all new content :) be regularly updating again real soon. So please please review and let me know what you think :) see you soon xxx