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A sleepover at Lydia Martin's house wasn't exactly at the top of Kayla's wish list but life was full of curve balls right?

Lydia was mainly silent in the car, her knees pulled to her chest as she stared blearily out the window, watching the world go by and Kayla just stayed quiet as she drove, tapping her fingers along to a tune she hummed under her breath.

In all these weeks, Kayla had never seen Lydia so reserved and quiet and it was a little unnerving. Normally the strawberry blonde was full on and opinionated, chipper and upbeat with an undertone of judgement, but there was none of that now. If anything, it was like she was a completely different person entirely.

She pulled into Lydia's driveway, slowing to a stop just opposite the front door and switched off the engine, sitting back in her seat and glancing at Lydia who made no effort to move.

"Uh... Lydia. You're home"

She watched her friend blink a couple of times, peeling her forehead off the glass as she looked around in confusion, taking a few seconds to register the familiar scenery.

"Right. Home..."

Luckily the awkward silence was broken by a screech of Lydia's name, a woman who Kayla assumed was Lydia's mom throwing open the front door and hurrying down the concrete steps, rushing forward in her high heels to open the car door and bend down quickly to engulf Lydia in a hug.

"I'm okay mom" Lydia said, but her voice was flat, still seeped in shock, "I just want to rest"

"Oh honey..." the woman muttered, soothing Lydia's hair as her gaze fell on Kayla over her daughters shoulder, shooting her a grateful smile.

"You must be Kayla" she deduced, "I'm Natalie Martin. It's so nice to finally meet you"

Kayla was a little thrown by the apparent familiarity Natalie Martin had for her, wondering why Lydia would talk to her mom about her. She didn't seem the type to discuss her loyal lackies.

"Uh... you too" Kayla plastered a smile on her face, hoping now Lydia was back with her mom that she would forget the whole 'sleepover' thing, "so, I'm just gonna-"

"Kayla's staying over" Lydia said very matter of factly, her tone leaving no room for argument with more emotion than she's had all night, escaping her mom's grasp, "come on Kayla"

Damn it.

She resisted a sigh, following Lydia out the car and up the steps to her house, her mom hurrying after them with the incessant clip clop of her heels.

"Can I get you girls anything? A hot chocolate... some cookies... maybe more blankets?"

"No, mom" Lydia sighed, appearing exhausted with her moms faffing, trying to dismiss her before Kayla could indulge in the glorious idea of cookies, "we're good. Honestly"

She frowned in disappointment, in that moment rathering the cookies than Lydia's company but again with the curveballs, right? Unable to do much of anything as Lydia grabbed her wrist in a vicelike grip to drag her up the stairs.

Yup. Her fate was sealed. There was no escape now.

Lydia's room was not what she was expecting. Like, at all. She expected pinks and purples, maybe some glitter and lots of fluffy pillows and fairy lights but instead the walls were a pale green, framed artwork hanging up and a simple white bedspread on the bed, a desk to the side with a large rounded mirror atop it.

Were they in the wrong room?

Lydia turned around to watch her, studying her expression and noticing her surprise, for the first time that night a small amused smile tugging at her lips.

"This is my temporary bedroom" Lydia said, "mine is in the process of getting redecorated. Again"

"Again?"

"Of course" Lydia answered, confusion twisting her tone like she didn't understand why Kayla asked, "I'm not committing to one style for the rest of my high school life"

Surprisingly, that didn't surprise her.

This was Lydia Martin after all. She probably had a bedroom change for each season.

"I should've guessed. This does not scream 'Lydia Martin' one bit"

"Oh?" Lydia cocked a brow, "well, what does?"

"There's no throne" she teased, only half playing because she honestly did half expect something as ridiculous and outrageous as that, especially from the queen bee of Beacon Hills herself.

Lydia's look softened, that vacant expression from earlier nearly gone as she reached into her drawers to pull out a nightie, throwing it to Kayla who caught it effortlessly, cocking a brow as she dangled it from her finger.

"Really? Silk? You trying to get into my pants, Lydia?"

The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip, "you're not getting into my bed in gym clothes. Speaking of-" pointing to the door next to her desk, "-go shower. You reek"

This time, it was Kayla's turn to roll her eyes.

"So would you if you had ran fifteen miles"

Lydia just kept pointing to the door, sending her an unimpressed look and Kayla just sarcastically saluted her, doing as she was told.

The bathroom was simple and white, which made sense if it was just a guest bedroom, some of Lydia's things sprawled throughout the bathroom.

She wasted no time, stripping off her tight gym clothes that were sticking to her a tad uncomfortably, pulling her hair from her pony tail and turning the shower to hot, giving it a couple of minutes to heat up and for the steam to fog up the bathroom before stepping into the shower.

She enjoyed the burning hot water soaking her skin, the drops bouncing off her reddened skin for several minutes before using the fancy bottles of shampoo and shower gel to wash her hair and body, the strong citrus smell tingling her nostrils and nearly making her sneeze.

Jeez, overpowering much? What was wrong with vanilla, or even strawberries and cream? Something subtle, but endulging. But then again, Lydia always went the whole nine yards, why would her shower routine be any different?

She could practically feel Lydia's impatience from the next room over, deciding to bite the bullet and leave the shower, patting herself dry with a fluffy white towel and slipping on Lydia's nightie.

It was a deep burgundy, the cool soft silk gently sliding over her curves as she let the material hang, draping along the tops of her thighs.

Given Lydia's small stature, the nightie naturally fell a little shorter than it should've, just barely covering her 'goods', the delicate lace rim dipping low on her chest, the straps surprisingly light on her shoulders.

Clearly, designer.

She ran her fingers through her wet hair, detangling as much as she could before giving up, letting the long wet strands tickle her back before opening the bathroom door, padding into Lydia's room.

Lydia was already changed into her own nightgown, the hot pink silk tight against her skin as she sat cross legged on the bed, a white fluffy pillow sitting atop her lap that she played with, trying to keep her anxious fingers busy.

She looked up though when Kayla entered, her piercing green eyes giving her a long and thorough once over, all the way from the tips of her toes to the hair protruding from her scalp, studying every inch of her body like she was some painting in a fancy art museum.

"Suits you" Lydia remarked, "you have a great body. You need better clothes to show it off"

"Is that a compliment?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "of course it is. I never say things I don't mean"

Kayla simply did a sarcastic courtesy, grabbing the ends of the nightgown to pull it out as she did before walking around the edge of the bed and sitting on it next to Lydia, able to see right through her friends mask of pretending to be okay.

"Lydia... you could've had your pick of a hundred people to keep you company tonight... why ask me?"

Lydia sighed, keeping her gaze focused on the pillow she was slowly but surely picking apart.

"I don't have a hundred people I could've asked"

Kayla frowned, unsure why Lydia was saying something so ridiculous.

"Of course you could've" she said, "you have pretty much the entire school wrapped around your finger, including a bunch of girls that would've been ecstatic for a slumber party"

Lydia frowned, her face pinched in an effort to keep her emotions in check, her fingers continuing to pick and curl around the white fabric.

"None of them are genuine" she whispered, "they only speak to me because they want something from me... popularity, approval... they don't actually like me"

Kayla didn't expect Lydia to be so self aware. On the surface, it seemed she enjoyed being number one, loving all the attention it got her as well as the perks of being seemingly loved by everyone, but maybe it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

"What do you mean...?"

"Girls don't like me" Lydia emphasised, "they see me as a threat. As someone to be feared of or jealous. Society pits girls against one another, so we tear each other down instead of supporting one another. I don't have friends. I have acquaintances. Followers. Users. But no friends"

"That's why I like you, and Allison" she continued, "you don't want anything from me. Not like what everyone else does"

"Oh..."

"Allison likes me for me, my company, which is refreshing and new to me. You have never asked me for anything, or seem to care about your status. You're headstrong and confident, a girl who knows her own mind and sticks to it. You're like me, in many ways, and you don't feel threatened by me. It makes a nice change"

She wasn't aware that Lydia knew all these things, but her keen sense of perception must've come hand in hand with her extreme level of smartness - something Kayla had picked up on the last few weeks. Something the strawberry blonde was always trying to hide.

"You're a pain in the ass" Kayla remarked with a shrug, before a begrudging smile tugged at her lips, "but you're alright"

Lydia peeked up at her through her eyelashes, her gaze unnervingly sharp. Like she was trying to read her mind.

"So that's why I couldn't invite just anyone" she continued, "because I see right through their facade"

"Highschool is full of that"

"Tell me about it" Lydia scoffed, "full of piranhas. They're just waiting for my downfall, which is why I'm not going to let that happen"

Kayla had to hand it to Lydia... her determination was unmatched.

"The queen won't willingly abdicate from her throne"

Despite her clear bouts of anxious fear, Lydia threw her a devastatingly confident smile, her lips pulling back across perfect pearly white teeth.

"Exactly. Tonight was just a blip. Whatever happened... whatever I saw... I'll get past it" she nodded, "I'll get some good medication and come back bigger and better than ever"

"Lydia..." Kayla said carefully, not wanting to send Lydia into a PTSD spiral, but wanting to know what they were dealing with, "what exactly did you see?"

Lydia's stare cracked slightly from the pressure of that question, her lips tightening into a thin line as she bit back her nerves.

"Something" she whispered, swallowing nervously, "I saw... something"

"Well... you're safe now" Kayla nodded, as reassuringly as she could, "I promise"

Despite their personalities sometimes clashing, Kayla did actually quite like Lydia, especially when she realised she wasn't as shallow and heartless as she pretended. She was one of the few people Kayla would go out of her way to protect.

Lydia's stare moved past her out the window, focusing on the silvery glare of the moon, only just over a week until it became full and all hell would no doubt break loose.

"Yeah... safe"

She didn't know what to do. She wasn't exactly the best at comforting people, especially in situations as delicate as this. But, it seemed, Lydia didn't mind. Maybe her company was good enough, helping her feel less alone.

Lydia's stare refocused on her, studying her again like some mathmatical equation, her lips pursed in thought.

"I meant what I said. That first day" the strawberry blonde clarified, "I did my research on you. I know a lot of things that you haven't told the people here yet"

"Do you want a medal, or...?"

Lydia rolled her eyes at her sass but despite her apparent playful annoyance Kayla could tell she was amused, finally having someone that could keep up with her.

"I'm just trying to say... I know you've had a difficult year. I guess, when you first came here, you were like a brand new project for me to play with. Someone I could reinvent. But you don't want to reinvented. You're totally okay with being you, and I admire that"

It was all starting to make sense now... in a weird, caring way Lydia was trying to make a connection by playing with them like dolls, helping both her and Allison in the way she knew how - through wardrobe changes, make up, social status and boys.

"So you trying to hook me up with Brian was your way of trying to help me through the transition of moving whilst dealing with grief?" she asked with a playful snort, amazed by the way Lydia's brain worked.

Lydia simply shrugged, "boys are a good distraction. I just thought he could take your mind off things"

It was actually kind of sweet. Maybe a little creepy, but mostly sweet.

"Well, I appreciate the sentiment" Kayla chuckled, "but I'm okay. Really"

"No, you're not" Lydia replied, a gentle smile tugging at her lips, "but that's okay, because you will be. I'll make sure of it"

"Another project idea?" she teased.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "projects are fun. It's good to have ambitions Kayla"

"Well, good luck" Kayla laughed, "I'm a lost cause"

"Enough with the negative self talk" Lydia chastised her, "you have potential. See-" she reached out, shamelessly grabbing her boobs in the silk nightie and pushing them together, "-these are showstoppers. Not to mention those legs? Killer" Lydia fawned, "so tell me what you want - what will make you happy - and I'll make sure you get it"

Somehow, she knew Lydia would make whatever she wanted happen.

She smirked, cocking a brow at Lydia who was still cupping her boobs, making no move to release her grip.

"Anything?"

"Within reason" Lydia rolled her eyes, "I'm not a fairy god mother"

She wondered what may actually make her happy. What could take her mind off all the hellish things that had happened. What would give her a few moments of peace.

Of course, the things she truly wanted were unreachable. She couldn't bring back those she loved from the dead, that was impossible, but there had to be something else that would make her feel... whole. Even for a brief moment.

"I'm fed up of expectations" she admitted, "of being judged. Feeling like a failure. I would love to go and just do what I want with no consequences or judgement. I miss my impulsivity"

Lydia smirked, seeming pleased by her answer.

"So you want to go 'bad girl' again?"

"No" she chuckled, "at least, not that far. Last time I did that, I ended up a junkie"

Lydia finally dropped her hands from her boobs, seeming glad to have something to distract her from the trauma of tonight, a playful glint shining in her gaze.

"You want to lose control"

"Kinda" Kayla shrugged, "it's exhausting trying to live for other people. I want to live for me"

"Then let's lose control"

"What?" Kayla laughed, "Lydia. You are the most in control person I know. You're a complete control freak"

"Ninety nine percent of the time, yes" she nodded, "but after tonight? It made me realise I can't control everything, unfortunately. And you never know-" she teased, "-your way of doing things might help me too"

"I wouldn't want to ruin Lydia Martin's prescious reputation"

"My reputation has been solid for years" Lydia smirked, "one night of mishap won't dethrone me"

Kayla liked this Lydia. This Lydia was someone she had never seen before. This Lydia wasn't so uptight or judgemental, but mischievous and playful, able to escape the pressures of being perfect because Kayla didn't expect her to be perfect. Not like everyone else.

"Fine" Kayla smirked, "and, bonus points for me, I'll even let you dress me up as you see fit. My body is your canvas"

Lydia clapped in excitement, scrambling from the bed as she begun to pick out make up and nail polish, setting up her curling iron and Kayla watched with a smile on her face.

This may be a controversial way to help her new friend, but Lydia wanted a project to focus on and Kayla was willing to be said project for a little while. Plus, it kept her distracted from the horrors she saw just a few hours prior, a win win in her book.

Surprisingly, she had fun.

Yes, she actually said that.

She had fun with Lydia Martin.

She got to sit there like a perfect doll as Lydia painted her nails a blush pink, curled her thick hair into wild curls and applied some make up to her clear skin, the strawberry blonde making sure everything was just perfect.

Lydia just reapplied some make up, wiping away the tear stains from her face as she fluffed up her hair before whipping open her wardrobe, meticulously studying each designer piece with careful eyes.

She didn't even say anything in protest as Lydia threw her a clingy white silk dress, halter neck, that was cinched in at the waist, little slits on either side of each thigh.

"And no bra" Lydia warned, "those perky puppies deserve freedom"

She rolled her eyes but said nothing as she simply dropped the nightie she was wearing so it bundled around her feet, much to Lydia's surprise - and delight.

"What?" Kayla asked, "girls get naked at slumber parties right?"

Lydia cocked a perfectly manicured brow, her intense stare rolling across her figure before she smirked.

"Stereotypical" Lydia snorted, "but I'm not complaining"

Lydia's character was freeing - unreserved and flirty, something that Kayla was beginning to see more of, feeling more and more comfortable around the queen bee herself.

So she simply slipped on the silk dress, the cool material clinging to all the right places as Lydia did the same to her own dress - a strapless purple number, not as revealing as the one she picked out for her, an air of class drifting off her, but it was still hot.

"Uh, no heels" Kayla said before Lydia could chuck her a pair of white stilettos, "I can't walk in heels"

"You can't walk in heels but you can balance and do flips off a four inch wide balance beam?"

Again, she hadn't told Lydia anything about her gymnastics training, nor her weight training, but somehow she still knew.

Kayla had learnt not to be surprised.

"It's a completely different skill set"

Lydia sighed but, without argument, simply changed out the stilettos for a pair of flats, much to Kayla's relief.

"Now-" Lydia smiled, "-just don't get us arrested. Anything else is fair game. Understood?"

"Understood"

Whoops.

it seemed getting arrested was fair game. Especially to Kayla.

She woke up though, thank god, not in a police cell but in what she recognised as Sheriff Stilinski's office, laying curled up on the old worn brown leather sofa.

Her head was splitting in half, the mountains of alcohol she no doubt drank making her brain feel like it was getting roasted over an open fire, the back of her throat not fairing much better.

Oh god... she bet there was singing involved. She always did end up doing karaoke.

She sat up slowly, her hair tangled and matted to her face as she realised her head had been resting on someone's lap and looked over, seeing Lydia nursing a coffee cup between her hands, mascara smudged under her eyes.

"Uh... morning" Kayla groaned, touching her forehead to make sure her head wasn't actually split in half, realising she had the sheriffs green oversized jacket wrapped around her shoulders, "what the hell happened?"

Lydia narrowed her eyes, her own face twisted into what Kayla assumed was a heavy as fuck hangover.

"You don't remember?"

"Thankfully, no"

"Well, you did out drink everyone at 'Jungle', I shouldn't be surprised"

Kayla let a lazy grin pull itself across her lips, nodding proudly.

"Another skill set I have"

Lydia rolled her eyes but there was no malice there, still looking effortlessly goegeous, even with her face full of make up sliding off her face and her hair like a rats nest, Kayla probably not fairing much better.

"And no, we didn't get arrested" Lydia said to Kayla's unsaid question, the words still stuck on the tip of her tongue as she looked around in confusion, "the sheriff found you passed out in the dumpster - classy, by the way - and I convinced him to let you sleep it off at the station. I, of course, came with you"

"Oh thank god" Kayla exclaimed, "my mom would disown me if I got more criminal convictions on my record"

Lydia arched a brow, still not surprised by her words.

"Those were expunged. Relax, clean slate"

"How did you know about them if they were expunged?"

"Like I said, I have my ways" Lydia said, not letting her hangover deter her as she suddenly thrust the half drunk cup of coffee into her hand, "now drink this and sober up. It's 7am. We need to get home before my mom finds out we left. Not that she'll do anything, but I'd rather save my energy"

The smell of the coffee was a welcome relief, soaking up the bitter smell as she inhaled the strong scent before taking a few sips. It had considerably less sugar than she would have liked, but she was currently not-officially-arrested in the sheriffs office... she couldn't really be picky, could she?

Hanging with Lydia was fun. And fun was something she had severely lacked recently. It was fun to just be a normal teenager - go out, dress a little provocatively, mess up... that's what teenagers were meant to do right?

Plus, it wasn't like last time. Last night she wasn't partying to forget the pain... she partied to have fun. To be the carefree spirit she had once been. She went out and drank, danced, sang, probably indulged in some drunken games, but she didn't feel the need to do anything self destructive.

That, in itself, was a step forward.

She watched as Lydia stood, straightening out her dress, dropping the blanket that was around her shoulders to pick up an oversized black blazer and slip it up her arms.

"If anyone asks-" Lydia warned playfully, "-you dragged me out against my will. Understood?"

Kayla smirked around the rim of the mug, "oh, understood"

Just as Lydia smiled, the door to the sheriff's office opened and in walked an exhausted and weary Sheriff, his weathered face set with deep lines around the eyes seemed a little surprised to see her up, concern building in his gaze.

"Oh. You're awake"

"Yup" she smirked, "not dead" throwing in a sarcastic two fingered peace sign.

He carefully closed the door, walking over to place a file on his desk before turning to face them, crossing his arms.

"I decided to let you two off the hook because of what happened last night" he sighed, "and I didn't want to get you into trouble. But underage drinking? The fake ID's? That could get you into serious trouble in the future"

"Oh, no" Lydia smiled, batting her eyelashes, "this was just a small slip. A one time thing. It definitely won't happen again"

"I hope so" the sheriff nodded, "you're both good girls-"

Kayla couldn't resist a snort at that, still - maybe - a little tipsy from the countless shots, finding it hilarious he thought that because her, good? Ha. Hilarious. She was a disaster. She never promised to be good.

The sheriff stopped, sending her a frown but she couldn't help the small chuckle that left her lips, not even bothering to hide her amusement.

"Sorry. Sorry" she mumbled, biting back another laugh, "I just... that is something I've never been described as before"

The sheriff reached around to pick up the file that he had placed on the table just a couple minutes prior, opening it up and briefly showing her it, seeing a picture of herself in a not so flattering mugshot, probably either high or drunk - or both - and frowned when she saw that.

"Because of this?" he asked, a hint of sadness and empathy in his voice, "this is meaningless. This is from a bad time in your life. I read the reports" he added, "I know about your family. So this-" he closed the file, giving it a small shake, "-means nothing"

"In fact-" he half shrugged, grabbing the thin cardboard and ripped the file in half, much to her surprise, "-it doesn't even technically exist"

She wondered why he was being so nice to her... why someone in a position of authority wasn't just writing her off as trouble.

Everyone else had.

"So, I'll say it again" he repeated, "you're both good girls. For future, try and stay out of trouble. Otherwise, the sofa may get replaced by a police cell"

The thinly veiled threat was just a kind warning, no doubt hating to see kids the same age as his son put themselves in dangerous situations.

"Uh... noted" Lydia gulped, "do you have to phone our parents?"

"If you do, for me you only need to make the one phone call" Kayla shrugged, "unless you own a ouija board. Don't think my dad has cell reception where he is"

It was meant as a morbid joke, a way to deal with her grief but her lack of filter, especially around taboo situations like this, was clearly not very socially acceptable if Lydia and the sheriffs shocked faces were anything to go by.

"No. no I don't need to phone your parents... or parent" he added to Kayla, "I'll let it slide this once. You are friends with my son. I think that entitles you to one free pass"

Right... Stiles.

She had actually completely forgotten about him, and her annoyance at him that had come from nowhere.

She could tell Lydia had no idea who the sheriff was going on about so Kayla just nodded, accepting their 'get out of jail' free card.

"Come on... I'll drive you home" the sheriff nodded, moving forward to open the door and escort them out the office, Lydia making sure she was hiding behind Kayla as best she could.

That Sunday, she spent half the day at Lydia's, both napping on and off as they tried to hide their hangover from Natalie Martin who was either oblivious as a wall of bricks or living in denial, choosing not to ask her daughter about her extra curricular activities.

They ate lunch, spoke a little, but Kayla could tell once the alcohol wore off, Lydia was back to being an anxious mess.

So, she suggested contacting her doctor for something to relax her. A.K.A - chill her the fuck out. Her poor pillows didn't need more assaults on them.

Lydia was on board and, within the hour, Natalia had a prescription for some benzodiazepines which hit Lydia even worse than the alcohol, giving Kayla some much needed entertainment for a couple hours before she passed out.

That evening she returned home, making sure she was presentable so her mom wouldn't pick up on anything 'untoward'.

Luckily, she didn't. In fact, she seemed more distracted than usual, barely paying attention to her so she retired to her room and finished the chemistry project her and Stiles had worked on the day before, sending it to both Scott and Stiles.

Barely thirty seconds had passed before Stiles had texted her, clearly having received her email with the attached project and using that as a way to start a conversation with her?

'You finished the project?'

'There wasn't much left to do. Just trying to be proactive'

'Right. Crazy what happened last night huh?'

Sbe blanched at her phone, wondering how on earth he knew about her Lydia's late night drunken shenanigans.

'How do you know about jungle? Were you there?'

'What? Huh? Jungle? I was taking about the the dude that died at the movie store. What are you talking about?'

She smirked, totally putting her foot in it.

'Oh yeah. Dead dude. Sad'

'Yes, sad. Very sad. What happened at jungle? Were you at jungle? That's a gay bar, you know'

'Wouldn't you like to know' she replied, followed by a suggestive face emoji before placing her phone on the bedside table and falling asleep, ignoring the constant dings from Stiles' texts, clearly eager and intrigued to know what she had been up to.

But, she was happy to let him wonder some more. Hopefully allowing his imagination to run wild.

Stiles has never been so eager to get to chemistry class that morning.

Why?

To get answers.

And no, not to chemistry. He couldn't care less about that. No. He wanted answers as to why Kayla was partying at 'Jungle'.

Well... and about the murderous Alpha attack. And to see if Lydia was okay.

But mainly about jungle.

He got there quick, one of the first people to sit down, sitting eagerly on the uncomfortable stools as he kept peering his head around every time someone walked in.

No Kayla.

Typical. Late as always.

Just before the final bell rang, he saw Kayla walk into the classroom with Danny by her side, both engaging in easy conversation.

She was wearing a simple pair of denim shorts and a white short sleeved shirt, the first few buttons undone. Long wavy hair thrown carelessly over one shoulder, her eyes alive and bright as she laughed with Danny.

He eagerly leaned forward, trying to catch her stare but she didn't look over to him, not once, dumping her bag on the floor and perching that cute little ass of hers on the seat.

What was he, chopped liver?

"Kayla-"

"-need to come out more" Danny laughed, "girl, you've got moves. Everyone loved you out there"

"Shame I don't remember" she chuckled, "seriously, after that tenth shot, it's all blank"

"So you don't remember singing on the bar?"

"Nuh uh"

"Dancing in the cages?"

"Uh, Kay-"

"Nope"

"Doing body shots off naked girls?"

"Unfortunately not"

"What?" He exclaimed loudly, attracting the attention of half the class, his wide eyed gaze flitting between Danny and Kayla, "wha-b-body shots?"

She finally acknowledged his presence, turning her head slightly to smirk at him.

"Yes Stiles. Body shots" she emphasised, "y'know... licking and drinking stuff off of naked girls tits. It's a blast"

He swallowed nervously, his cheeks flaring a deep pink as he gripped at his thigh tightly, willing away the boner threatening to protrude from his slacks at that insanely hot image.

She seemed amused by his silence, her eyes dancing with playfulness as she turned back to Danny.

"I'd be down" she said, "next time you go out, shoot me a text. The sheriff confiscated my fake ID but I can get a new one"

"What?" he exclaimed again, "the sheriff? My dad?"

She quirked a brow at him, not surprised by his constant interruptions.

"Last time I checked, yeah" she nodded, "you came from his balls. Your point?"

"Did my dad arrest you?"

"No" she said, "well, not really, it's a long story" she waved her hand, dismissing anymore questions, "so yeah, count me in. Lydia convinced me I need to have more fun"

"Lydia?" he was getting more bamboozled by the minute, feeling like he was playing catch up.

"Yes, Lydia. Y'know-" she muttered sarcastically, "-five foot three, strawberry blonde, green eyes. The girl you're hopelessly in love with?"

Okay... ouch.

Danny snorted, covering his mouth with his hand as Stiles sent him an unamused glare.

"Anyway-" she muttered, taking his silence as a way to finish her conversation with Danny, "-just don't tag me in the photos on Facebook. If my mom finds them, she'll go ballistic"

Danny winced, "ah too late. I couldn't resist. Plus, since I posted them ten minutes ago, I've already had eighty likes. Eighty" he exclaimed, "that dress you wore clearly is getting some attention. Just wait... you'll have people lining up around the block to ask you out"

He couldn't resist...

Just as Mr Harris started the class, speaking about the parent teacher conference tonight, belittling them all for being useless failures like he usually did, he opened up his phone and went to Danny's Facebook page, scrolling down to see the collection of photos he had posted.

Without meaning to, he automatically got the most instant and painful boner of his life.

God... even porn didn't get him going this quick.

The very first picture he saw was Kayla standing in the middle of Danny and his boyfriend, a silk white dress hugging and draping her curves, the peaks of her nipples pressing out the dress that hung low on her cleavage.

Fuck.

His phone clattered to the desk below, one hand awkwardly covering the bulge in his slacks and the other finding it's way to his mouth, biting down around his fist as he tried to will away the image from his head but it was burned there in perfect detail.

It should be illegal to look that effortlessly good.

It was like the dress was made for her. Following the curves of her body, showing just the right amount of skin to be teasing.

And those tits...

Oh dear god...

"Mr Stilinski" Mr Harris called out as the entire class looked at him, even Kayla and Danny turned around from the table in front, "do you have a problem? Well... anymore than usual?"

The class laughed at his expense - as per usual - and he tried to avoid Kayla's stare, knowing looking at her right now would do nothing to help the little predicament he was now in, unable to see anything but the pretty taut peaks of her nipples poking through the delicate satin.

Still biting his fist, he muffled out a barely audible "no", his teeth leaving sharp indents in his skin.

Fortunately, Mr Harris turned away from him, giving Stiles a little bit of privacy to try and get this situation under control.

"He likes you" he heard Danny whisper to Kayla, much to his mortification, "bet he wants to be doing body shots off you next time"

He choked down his embarrassment, willing away the heat from his cheeks as he pushed down on his crotch, as if he was trying to deflate the awkwardly large boner in his pants, but caught a glimpse of Kayla shooting him a sultry stare over her shoulder before winking at Danny.

"Mission accomplished, then"

A:N) yayyyy another chapter. This was soo fun. I really wanted to explore Lydia and Kayla really connecting, because initially I don't think they would get on so great until they bonded because they are opposites, but now Kayla has seen a rare side to Lydia. And stiles haha poor boy can't catch a break; but k love the sheriff. He's so nice haha hope you all enjoyed and I'll update soon :)