Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way shape or form. So sorry for the delay in this chapter, I had a hectic schedule the last couple of months due to full time work and university but I'm done for the summer now and my muse has returned haha so thank you so much for your continued support and a massive shoutout to Natalie Jarrett, Jesscc98, guest and Selena, it really means the world, thank you :)
She had to admit, following the game on Saturday night and her run in with a Chris Argent, she was a little wary to do much on Sunday in case the supposed 'code' they were meant to follow was non existent.
She wouldn't be surprised. Anyone that could ruthlessly kill another, simply fuelled by their hatred for the supernatural, was someone without morals. For all she knew, they would set her house alight when her and her mom slept.
She spent the Sunday keeping a low profile, finishing unpacking and sorting her room and throwing a lick of paint on the bland walls, a gentle shade of sage green, reminding her of the soothing feel of the forest.
When waiting for the paint to dry she changed her bed, hung up some clothes and have the place a quick tidy. It wasn't anything special, just a large space completely void of any attachment but she wanted it to look as close to her room back home as possible, trying to find a way to make this transition more bearable.
So come midday, she changed into some denim shorts and a deep blue halter neck vest and took herself down to the local Walmart and picked up some oak rustic shelving with matching drawers, computer desk and a bedside table, throwing in her cart a few cactai plants - the only thing she could keep alive - and some translauscnet white net curtains instead of the heavy, old fashioned ones her mom had picked out. On the way to the checkout she noticed a cute little deep green velvet ottoman and put that on top of her cart too, throwing in some fairy lights and an unusual glowing moon light, finding the irony hilarious as she popped that in the cart too.
She stuck the 800 total on her credit card, shoving everything in her car but unfortunately it didn't all fit because, as usual, she went a tad overboard so knew she would have to call someone.
Her mom? Definitely not. That would involve her asking for a favour which her mom would no doubt turn down.
Derek... well, she wasn't even sure if Derek still had a phone, let alone knew how to use one correctly. She should probably teach him.
She could try Allison, but after her talk with Chris yesterday, she was hesitant to involve Allison in anything in case it came back to bite her in the ass.
She texted Lydia but she was out with Jackson and, clearly, not much else was going to fit in that shitty Porsche.
She was still a little annoyed and Scott and Stiles, at their obtuse behaviour that landed Derek in jail and their inability to see the dangers in being a werewolf.
There was a couple others she could call, people she knew from Lydia's circle of followers, but honestly? She didn't really care for them.
So that just left... Brian.
She groaned to herself, hating that he - out of all people - was her last resort. Scott, and even Stiles, seemed like a more appealing option in that moment of time.
She sucked up her pride, clicking on his contact and letting the phone ring and, within a couple seconds, it clicked to life.
"Kayla" Brian greeted cheerfully, an air of cockiness about him, "for what do I owe the pleasure?"
She resisted rolling her eyes, wishing that instead she had called Stiles. At least Stiles, although sometimes annoying, was bearable.
"You know what? Forget it" she snorted, just about to hang up the phone but the rev of an engine just behind her and she jumped, turning around to see - to her shock - Brian's car pull up next to her - honking obnoxiously as a form of greeting, leaning across the seats and grinning at her through the open window, his eyes glinting with mischief as he winked at her over the rim of his sunglasses.
"What?!" she exclaimed, pulling the phone away from her ear and bending down to look at him in aggravated surprise, "how did you know I was here? Are you following me?"
He revved the engine once one before shutting it off, taking off his sunglasses and folding them shut along the rim of his tee.
"Tempting, but no" he chortled, effortlessly slipping from the front seat to grin at her as he stood, "Lydia called, said you needed help"
"That little bitch" she screeched, quickly shaking her head at him as he rounded the car to approach her, "nuh uh... don't think you can just swoop in out of no where and try and charm me. I don't need help"
"Isn't that why you called?"
She bit her tongue, holding back the spew of insults as he smirked at her.
"I changed my mind" she shrugged and she avoided looking at the outline of his firm, prominent muscles flexing in the tight white tee he was wearing, telling herself not to go there - he was a dick, and she had had enough of dicks to last a lifetime.
"Well I'm here now" he shrugged, glancing at the sight of her car full of flat packed furniture and the last remaining items spilling from the back seats, "and unless you want to waste gas doing two trips, I suggest you use me"
She quirked a brow at his flirty use of words, knowing he was just trying to get under her skin.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, playing along with whatever game he was amusing himself with, "in what way?"
"Any way you want angel"
"Oh" she smirked, tutting as she shook her head, "I'm no angel"
"That's what I was hoping for"
She shook her self, trying to clear her foggy brain that had been taken over by a rush of hormones affecting her normally good judgement.
Nope. No. She was not going to get involved with him. He was selfish and cocky, arrogant and full of ego - the exact combination she had sworn off of. Boys like that were not worth it.
"Urgh... fine" she gave in, pointing a warning finger at him, "but that's it. You'll drop my shit off and leave. Not even your toes are getting past my front door, got it?"
Twenty minutes later, those words were kapoot.
He followed her home and parked behind her in the driveway, lifting the flat packed furniture from his car and, despite her half hearted objections, he insisted on helping her carry them up the stairs.
At that, she had told him to fuck off. That she was perfectly capable of lifting some boxes up a flight of stairs but he had then said, "what's the point of throwing your back out for something as boring as that? That's my job"
She knew that, if she retaliated and kept up this back and forth bickering, it would end with them hooking up - again - because she had embarrassingly low standards when it came to boys and a severe inability to exhibit self control, her hormones completely out of control.
So she just sighed and let him inflate his ego even more by helping her take the stuff to her room, watching from the corner of her eye as he slyly looked around her space, clocking some fresh clothes folded on her bed and whistled in admiration as he picked up a black thong, spinning it around his finger.
"These are nice" he grinned, "kinda slutty though"
"Give me those" she reached forward, attempting to grab them from his grip but he just lifted his arm above his head, continuing to smirk at her.
"What if I want to keep them?"
"Why are you so unbelievably difficult?" she huffed, going on her tip toes to reach up but he towered over her, his hand completely out of reach.
"Why are you playing so hard to get?"
"I'm working on my standards" she retaliated, giving up trying to get her underwear back and rolled back to the balls of her feet, sending him an unamused glare.
"There's no fun in that" he purred, slyly pocketing her underwear in his jeans as he stepped forward, "and I can tell... you're a lot of fun"
"I am. Shame you're going to miss out"
"Oh come on, don't be like that" he drawled out, stepping into her personal space and tilting her head up, "you wanted me at the party... don't deny it"
"I'm a horny wreck" she declared, "not because of you, but because I'm a young woman who is confident and secure in her sexuality and knows what she wants. You ain't special"
He grinned, clearly happy he was succeeding at unravelling her.
"So let's get naked and have some fun" he suggested, "I promise, once I'm done with you, you'll be addicted"
"You don't take no for an answer, do you?"
"Not when the thrill of the chase leads to a prize this good" he replied, stepping back and stripping off his tee, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his jeans so they fell to the floor, leaning him standing there in a pair of tight Calvin Klein boxers that hugged his prominent bulge.
She cocked a brow, giving him a steady once over and tried to subtly press her legs together, willing herself not to react but the pheromones went wild in her brain, all sense of reason and logic as well as morals disappearing into thin air.
Sex, to her, was completely natural. It was fun and normal and she never understood the embarrassment surrounding it. Maybe because her family had, in most ways, been sex positive (apart from her mom, she loved to shame her on it), or maybe because she lost her virginity young but it had never been a big deal to her. She had hooked up with lots of people, the drink and drugs fuelling that behaviour, but Aiden was the only one she had gone 'all the way with'.
She licked her lips, prying her eyes away from the bulge desperate to escape the confines of his boxers and raised her eyebrows at him in something close to wondering.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" he grinned, giving his hips a little wiggle, "showing you what you're missing, of course. So is your bed okay or do you want to spice it up a little and take it elsewhere?"
She burst into laughter, mockingly slapping his chest.
"I'm not having sex with you"
"Your pupils dilating say otherwise"
She tried to remain cool and calm, forcing herself not to look at his deliciously toned body as she folded her arms across her chest, like a barrier between her and a very bad decision.
She scoffed, "for all I know, you've stuffed a sock - or ten - down there"
He ran his tongue over his lips, not even bothering to hide his smirk as he shamelessly tugged down his boxers so they pooled around his ankles, showing off all his goods.
She tried not to look, she really did, but temptation got the better of her and she stared long and hard at his long erection, enticed as to what exactly he could offer her.
... To be fair, it had been a while. Like, seven or eight months. She was surprised she had that level of control for so long, especially because she had a taste of what sex had to offer but the trauma of her past relationship and all the shit that went with it had put her off.
He was a dick, and definitely not her type outside of a simple hook up, but if he could hit the spot and stop her feeling so sexually frenzied, maybe it could work...
She was annoyed at herself for debating it, for even bothering to weigh up the pros and cons in her head, but before she could either step forward and accept his offer or throw him out, the sudden rattle of her door knob turning and her door opening made them both look sideways to see her mom walk through, stopping short at the sight of the naked teenager in the middle of her room.
"Thanks for knocking" Kayla remarked sarcastically, "I see you're really working on your boundaries"
"Kayla Hale" her mom sternly exclaimed, "what the hell do you think you're doing?! Who is this?!"
"No one important" she remarked, "in fact, he was just leaving"
Brian was cupping his groin but, realising her mom was kind of hot, started to give her bedroom eyes too.
Sleezeball.
"He has ten seconds to get out the front door or I'll call the cops" her mom stated, pointing out towards the hallway and Brian, clearly sensing the tension, wisely (for once in his life) pulled back up his boxers and jeans, trying to remain smiling with ego but it was faltering at her mom's seedy stare.
"Right. Guess I'm leaving..."
He slipped away from Kayla and past her mom, dipping his head at her glare and a few seconds later they heard the front door open and close and the loud engine of his car start up.
Her mom's harsh and unforgiving stare found her way to her, judgement as tumultuous as ever shining in her steely gaze.
"What?" Kayla asked defensively, "you should've knocked"
"Who was that?"
"Someone from school" she replied uninterestedly.
"And why was he in your bedroom, naked?"
"Because he wants to fuck me - obviously" she rolled her eyes, "wasn't that blatantly clear?"
Her mom, as exasperated as ever with her behaviour, simply shook her head and Kayla could pretty much see the flashing neon sign above her head reading 'I wish I had an abortion'.
"You exhaust me Kayla" her mom sighed, "two weeks here and you're already getting a reputation"
"Maybe" she agreed, not having the energy to bother arguing with her mother on 'principles', "what did you barge into my room for anyway? I have furniture to build"
Her mom looked around her room, only just clocking onto the multiple boxes of flat pack furniture and the new look of her freshly painted room, that coldness slightly ebbing from her gaze as she seemed to approve of the idea of Kayla finally settling in and accepting life here in Beacon Hills.
"Just to say I won't be home this evening, myself and some others from work have a business meeting. I trust I can leave you alone here without any funny business?"
"You can say sex mother, it wont kill you - sadly"
The harshness of her mom's face seemed to tighten, their fragile and already strained relationship reaching new heights the longer they stayed in Beacon Hills.
"Just... stay out of trouble" her mom sighed, "I'm not having a repeat of last year and I certainly don't want you hanging out with those sorts of boys. Look at all the trouble you got into with the last one"
She knew her mom wasn't just meaning the police involvement or the drink and drugs, the careless reminder only fuelling Kayla's bitterness.
"Okay mom... whatever you say"
The tension was thick and suffocating, the room suddenly seeming ten times smalller so her mom just bowed her head and left and Kayla let out a frustrated groan, kicking one of the boxes and letting out a curse as she stubbed her toe.
It was times like these she wished her dad was still here... he was the complete opposite to her mom. Fun, relaxed and had a way of connecting with her like no one else. Except he wasn't coming back, she had long since accepted that, but still a part of her - the awful, most selfish part of her - wished that the universe had left her with her dad, not her mom.
Oh, how different things could've been.
She didn't get much sleep that night, tossing and turning as waves of grief and loss hit her, tormenting her through the night.
Sometimes she was okay and able to function.
Other times, like during this night, she wasn't.
Feeing the pain, the loneliness, the rush of overwhelming sorrow hitting her square in the gut was enough to render her useless.
Even now, fourteen months on, it still tore her apart. Constantly replaying it in her head over and over again, playing the same heartbreaking scenario out time and time again. Remembering, incredibly vividly, the desperate attempts to save her brother and dad. The foul stench of copper blood mixed with the floral, nutty scent of wolfsbane which still, to this day, was just as fresh in her memory as if it had just happened.
She didn't know if she would ever truly get past it. Be able to move forward with her life, not replaying the images of her dead family in her head like some sick horror show. That's why this past year happened. Why she went off the rails... because it helped her cope. It lessened her pain, even just slightly, to make it bearable. Or rather, numbed her to the intense, painful stabs of grief that - over time - would've killed her.
By the time 06.30 rolled around, she knew more sleep was futile so climbed out of bed and went for a steaming hot shower to wash away her torment.
She didn't hear her mom up so had assumed she left for work early so took her time in getting ready. She put her thick mass of hair into a messy side braid, leaving some strands out to frame her face and applied some foundation and bronzer, taking a bit extra time to perfect the flick of black liner on her top lid. When it came to clothes, she chose a simple short, white, pleated tennis skirt and a baggy green graphic sweater with a white shirt underneath so the collar sat nicely along her neck line. She finished the half arsed look with a pair of white air forces and grabbed her bag, heading to her car.
When she arrived at school there was an unusual buzz of activity that piqued her interest, catching mumblings of a murder and something to do with a bus.
She made her way around the school, pushing to the front of the crowd to see a school bus taped off, the back door completely ripped off it's hinges and splatters of bright red blood painted across the yellow metal.
Only one name entered her head: Scott.
She left the gossiping crowd, making her way into the school and quickly searched the corridors, searching for dumb and dumber to get some answers before Derek found out about this and lost his shit about 'exposure'.
It didn't take her long to see Stiles hovering by a set of lockers so she made a beeline to him, poking his side to get his attention.
"Ah-ow, wha-oh... hi"
"Did Scott do that?" she asked, not bothering beating around the bush as he gulped, his eyes giving her a slow once over in approval at her outfit choice, "where is he?"
"Did Scott do... what?" Stiles squeaked, clearly trying to play the oblivious card and failing - miserably - "I don't... I don't know what he could have done..."
"Do you think I'm stupid?" she asked, "I have two perfectly functioning eyes. I saw the bus"
"Oh... that" Stiles chuckled uncomfortably, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, "yeah, someone went a little OTT with their ketchup on the hotdog huh?"
She sighed in frustration, his excuses truly and utterly scraping the bottom of barrel and he noticed how not in the mood she was and groaned, looking around before dipping his head towards her.
"Scott had a dream that he killed Allison on a bus. She's fine though" he quickly added at her mortified look, "see? He's talking to her" pointing down the corridor and down the several steps where Scott was helping Allison with her fallen books, "so he didn't do anything"
"But he dreamt about it? Specifically that bus?"
"It's just coincidence... right?"
"Yeah... unlikely" she frowned, "this is bad"
"I mean, maybe the person isn't dead" Stiles shrugged, "people can survive werewolf attacks, right?"
He was clearly referencing what she showed him at the game, the four claw marks scarred along her hip.
"Rarely" she replied with bluntly, "I need to tell Derek"
"Whoa... what?!" Stiles grabbed her arm, stopping her from moving away, "why? What if he kills Scott?"
"He's not gonna kill Scott" she said, quirking a brow down at his hand that was cupping her elbow and he wisely dropped it, "but, if it turns out it wasn't Scott for whatever reason, he needs to know. Unless you think your Laurel and Hardy double act with Scott can sort this mess?"
He opened his mouth, about to retaliate but was left gaping when he realised he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Exactly" she grinned, having one upped him again.
"Unless it was Derek" he pointed out, wincing at her annoyed expression.
"It wasn't Derek" she stated, "we've been over this"
"Or it could be Derek"
"You're like a broken record Stiles"
"Just pointing out the obvious. If it was a werewolf, Derek is the only other one we know around here-"
She scoffed, interrupting his theory.
"Oh please, this is Beacon frigging Hills... there's a lot more werewolves than Scott and Derek as well as everything else that goes bump in the night"
"Uh... what? What do you mean-"
"Nevermind, I gotta go" she interrupted as the first bell for class rung, "I've said too much"
He watched in flabbergasted wondering as she turned on her heel and walked away from him, pleated skirt swaying around the tops of her thighs and he just threw his arms out in exasperation.
"We're in the same class"
She smirked to herself, flipping him the bird and he just rolled his eyes, hiking his bag up his shoulder as he scrambled forwards to catch her up, shaking himself from staring at her long bare legs as he stumbled into her shoulder.
"Slow down" he puffed, "you don't hate me that much"
She resisted the full blown grin that tried to pull at her lips as they walked, feeling him falter a little next to her.
"... Do you?"
She flashed him a playful grin, "you're tolerable"
"Wow, thank you very much" he smiled sarcastically, "you flatter me"
"That wasn't my intention"
"So... back to that little bombshell about the other werewolves-"
"Stiles" she interrupted, pausing in the doorway of chemistry class, "one day I'll tell you all about the true history of Beacon Hills and the full extent of the supernatural world but today is not that day"
"But there are others-?"
"There's always others" she shrugged, "it ain't an extinct breed"
With that she simply brushed past him and took her seat at one of the tables at the back as all the other students filtered in, Stiles in the table across one and in front of her and Scott on the one in front of that.
She ignored his repeated attempts to get her attention, sort of finding his obsessive nature around this kind of endearing and eventually he turned to Scott to engage in some not so subtle, nor quiet, conversation.
"Mr Stilinski" Mr Harris called out in his usual depressive tone that made Kayla want to blow her brains out every time she heard it, "if that's you're idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. In fact, I think you and Mr McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"
"... No"
Mr Harris pointed at opposite parts of the classroom and both boys seemed to sulk, picking up their stuff and heading to where Mr Harris pointed which, to Stiles' newfound delight, was at her table.
She rolled her eyes, "stop interrogating me"
He threw his hands up, "no interrogation. Uh... so um... heh... kind of a strange question... well, not really strange, but maybe... I mean... if you want to maybe... I dunno..."
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"Spit it out"
"Heh... yeah, well... um..." he coughed nervously, rubbing at the build up of sweat on his forehead, "... eat food...?"
"What?" she frowned at his incoherent mumblings, "do I eat food?"
"No, no um... if you wanted to eat food...?"
"Like right this second?"
"N-No... like... later on... with me-"
Whatever ramblings were attempting to come out of his mouth were cut off by the girl sitting next to Scott standing up suddenly, pointing out the window.
"Hey, I think they found something"
Just those words caused chaos in the classroom with everyone getting up from their stools to rush to the windows and Kayla rolled her eyes at their nosiness but soon joined the crowd, elbowing her way to the front inbetween Scott and Stiles to see the paramedics rushing some guy on a gurney into the ambulance.
"That's not a rabbit" Scott muttered in dread and Kayla frowned, sending him a confused look.
"No, it's a person. If it was a rabbit, they would send a vet"
Scott didn't have a chance to reply as the guy on the gurney suddenly jumped up and began screaming loudly, causing everyone in the classroom to jump.
Stiles jumped back to reassure a guilty Scott, no doubt trying to calm his nerves as she slipped her phone out, searching for Derek's contact.
Who knows if he even still had this number or even used a cellphone these days, his complete lack of communication using anything technological borderline embarrassing, but she quickly typed out a text alerting him to the situation, querying if this was indeed Scott or the Alpha that but him, before they all got sent back to their seats.
For Scott's sake... she really hoped it was the latter.
By the time lunch rolled around Kayla just wanted to go home - maybe play a bit of grand theft auto, maybe stuff her face with some home baked chocolate chip cookies - anything rather than stay here in this hellhole.
She got her lunch first, ahead of Allison in the queue and heard Lydia say they were going to sit with the 'two dorks' today. Considering the fact the 'two dorks' looked to be in a rather intense and private conversation Kayla speed-walked to their table, dumping her lunch tray piled high with food next to the empty seat next to Stiles.
"Hey boys - just a heads up, there's gonna be a few people sitting with y'all today" she said and when all she received was identical confused glances she nodded her head to the direction Lydia was strutting towards them, all puckered lips and hips and strawberry blonde hair.
"I'm guessing by your flabbergasted looks she doesn't normally do this" Kayla stage whispered, laughing as she sat next to Stiles in the hard plastic chair and Danny took the other seat, sandwiching a confused Stiles between them. Lydia then took the seat on Scott's left and Allison took the one on the right, another girl who Kayla didn't know that well called Ava then sat next to her and, to Kayla's dismay, Brian was last to appear, sitting his tray down next to her.
She cocked a brow at him as he perched next to her, clearly unamused with his boundary issues.
"Out of the hundreds of chairs in this cafeteria, you just had to choose this one, huh?"
"It has the best view"
She scoffed at his continued and useless attempts to win her over, turning back around and finding Scott and Stiles staring at her in confusion, looking at her as if to say 'what the hell?' but she just shrugged, digging into her bowl full of fries.
"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar" Danny divulged, always willing to fish out the gossip.
"I heard mountain lion"
"A cougar is a mountain lion" Lydia said knowingly, looking around self consciously as she realised what she said, "I mean... Isn't it?"
Jackson scoffed unsympathetically, "who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway"
"Tactful as ever Jackson" she remarked, pausing to swallow a fry, "remind me not to let you speak at my funeral"
Jackson just smiled at her sardonically and she blew playful, sacrastic kisses back at him, both always willing to get under each other's skin with their love and hate relationship.
"Actually-" Stiles said, tapping on his phone, "-I think I just found out who it is. Check it out"
He held his phone out as they all huddled closer to see the small screen, seeing footage play out from the scene.
"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition"
"Not for long" Brian snickered carelessly, "did you see the state of him? He'll be dead before the day is out"
She elbowed him harshlyin his side, a warning to shut the hell up and he just grinned in response, not at all sorry for his coarse words.
"I... I know this guy" Scott mumbled in shock.
Brian clapped his hands together loudly, pointing at Scott obnoxiously.
"Well maybe you killed him McCall. Got to get your freak on some way or another, am I right?"
"Shut up" she muttered to Brian, "no one here wants your useless input"
That wiped the smug look from Brian's face, annoyed and a little embarrassed at getting called out, she could tell, and felt Stiles snigger from next to her.
"Wait, you do?" Allison asked in concern, "how?"
"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver"
"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia interrupted, "like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"
Allison choked on a bite of her lunch, sending Scott a helpless look.
"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do..."
Lydia nodded, "well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos all night, so if we're going to hang out, we are doing something fun"
"Hanging out?" Scott asked in dread, "like... hanging out together... us and... you?"
Lydia smiled, "the more the merrier Scott. Actually, on second thoughts-" Lydia's conniving gleaming gaze settled on Kayla as she tried to hide from the conversation by eating her fries, "-Kayla? Why don't you come too? And bring some candy"
Her devious and suggestive look which slid towards Brian indicated she wasn't referencing a sharing bag of M 's.
"Yeah, no" she immediately exclaimed, "I'll pass"
Lydia pursed her lips, clearly annoyed at her stubbornness and continuous rebuttals from her attempted matchmaking.
"Come on Kayla - then we can all get to know each other a little better... some more than others" Lydia said suggestively, twirling the fork around as she smirked, amping up her charm.
"Still a nope - sorry" She said in that tone of voice which indicated how very un-sorry she actually was and noticed Stiles trying to hold back a pleased smirk.
Lydia sent her a pointed glare and a very obvious look saying 'You better agree or else'.
"Oh, I think we know each other pretty well" Brian piped up, sending her a flirty grin as he pulled the thong he had swiped from her bedroom yesterday from his pocket, holding it up with his finger proudly.
A couple of people at the table wooped, Danny laughing a little and Lydia just grinned in approval.
"In your dreams" Kayla smiled sickly sweet, not at all fazed by his power play, "underwear thief"
"Can you blame me?" Brian chortled, "they're cute"
"Will my fist breaking your nose be cute too?"
The blonde haired boy simply whistled, like he found her threats funny, and slipped her underwear back in his pocket, making a point of patting it to show it would be safe there.
She just rolled her eyes, willing herself not to buy into his creepy ways and turned back to her plate of food but Stiles nudged her harshly, looking at her in judgement.
"I thought I warned you about him?"
"You did" she shrugged, "and I listened... for the most part"
Stiles stared at her, open mouthed, "did you-"
"It would be fun" Allison declared, interrupting Stiles' hushed whisper, trying to find a way to break the growing awkward tension, "I mean... a group date"
"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked, sarcasm oozing from his tone, "stabbing myself in the face with this fork"
"Can I help?"
Jackson just threw her a glare, not amused by her input.
"How about bowling?" Lydia suggested "you love to bowl"
"Yeah, with actual competition"
Allison leaned around playfully, "and how do you know we're not actual competition? You can bowl, right?"
Scott shrugged helplessly, "... sort of"
Jackson moved his tray out the way, placing his elbows on the table.
"Is it sort of, or yes? "
"Yes. In fact, I'm a great bowler"
Kayla did not believe that for one second, especially when she glanced to the side and saw Stiles shoving his fist in his mouth, his eyes screwed shut.
"It's sorted then" Lydia clapped her hands together, "the six of us are going bowling. Tomorrow at seven"
"No, no, no, no, no" Kayla shook her head, "nope, not me. Count me out. I didn't agree to a triple date. That's weird"
Lydia simply shrugged in faux innocence.
"We'll see about that"
A/N) I'm addicted haha I'm so enjoying this rewrite and adding more details and changing a few bits at the start. I always wanted Kayla more involved from the start but I remember being in a rush when I wrote the first book, so I skipped a couple episodes and it's always been a big regret of mine so I'm happy to revisit it :) I really hope you all enjoyed and please please review and I will see you all super soon.
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