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What did that mean?
'Mission accomplished?'
Was she wanting to get under his skin? Did she want to mess with his head? Did she want him to be attracted to her?
Honestly, he was confused as hell.
Girls were confusing.
Why couldn't they come with a god damn manual or something?
He sat behind her, wanting to grab her attention but equally as embarrassed, muttering curse words under his breath as he slowly managed to ged rid of his boner until it was just an awkward bulge, making no effort to pick up his phone because he knew that, when he did, he would see that picture again and all hell would break loose.
Just a couple minutes later Jackson came in late, pale and shaky and, for once, appearing a little nervous with the countless pairs of eyes on him.
Stiles frowned, studying Jackson's sudden change in demeanour from confident and cocky to meek and mild, a nervous sweat breaking out across his skin.
Whatever he saw... it must've been bad.
He needed to know what he saw. What Lydia saw. Why wasn't Kayla keeping him updated on this?
Biting back his embarrassment from earlier, he leaned forward and jabbed the end of his pen into Kayla's back.
"Yes Stiles?" she asked, glancing at him over her shoulder, her own pen twirling around in her hand.
"Uh... what uh... what happened on Saturday?" he asked, "I mean... with Lydia? And Jackson?"
"They were about three seconds away from getting murdered" she replied bluntly, "you know this. You were there"
"No, I know but... um... was it..." he trailed off, trying to be subtle as Danny kept throwing him wondering looks, "was it... uh... y'know-"
Kayla rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he meant.
'Was it the Alpha?' being the unspoken question.
"Obviously"
"So... they got a look at it? I mean him" he quickly corrected as Danny screwed his face up in wondering, "they saw him? The killer?"
Kayla shrugged, "they saw something"
"Something?" he exclaimed, "well what did it - he - what did he look like?"
She simply pursed her lips, seeming both a little annoyed and amused by his incessant questions.
"I don't know. Jackson took off and Lydia was a little traumatised. Our Saturday night involved shots, not revisiting her PTSD"
"Well, uh... d-did Lydia show up to-today?" he asked, determined to find out exactly what it was she knew.
"Dude is off her face on benzo's, I don't think think she can even leave her room"
"She wasn't in our homeroom this morning" Danny spoke up when Stiles turned his intense, detective like gaze to him, "and no, I haven't spoken to her about it"
"Well what about Jackson?"
Danny sighed, glancing down shamefully.
"No, Jackson... he uh... he wouldn't tell me"
"But he's your best friend"
Danny didn't answer, embarrassed by getting called out and Kayla saw this, sending Stiles a tight look.
"Does Scott tell you everything?" she asked pointedly.
"Of course" he scoffed, "plus, even if he tried, he can't lie. I always figure it out"
"Cocky much?"
"I see myself as more of a realist"
"Oh really?" she smirked, spinning her whole body around on the stool to face him, like she was urging him to banter back.
He stilled, holding her stare as he tried to think of something - anything - to say but he was lost, every single thought leaving his brain.
Dammit. Why did he always get this way around her? Why couldn't he, for once, just be cool?
He cleared his throat, shaking his head a little to break his goggly eyed gaze from her playful expression as he faced Danny, willing away the heat from his cheeks.
Right. Danny. Danny he could speak to.
"Um... Danny... could you maybe, I don't know, find out?"
"You want me to find out what Lydia and Jackson saw?"
"Yeah"
"Why?" Danny asked, completely bewildered, "why do you need to know?"
"Because I just do Danny" Stiles snarked back, "for reasons you don't need to know"
Danny rolled his eyes, sending Kayla a side glance.
"He's insufferable" he whispered, "you deal with him"
Kayla just giggled and shook her head, turning back to the table and looking down at her chemistry ni book, deliberately avoiding Danny's betrayed expression.
"And Danny?" he asked, leaning forward even more off his stool, "just uh... one more question?"
"What?" he exclaimed, annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Do you think I'm attractive?" tumbled from his mouth quickly before he could stop himself.
Danny simply screwed his face up in confusion, shooting him a displeased look before turning his bamboozled expression to Kayla, seeking help from her but all she did was giggle, shooting him a playful expression over her shoulder.
"Oh yes Stiles" she remarked, her smirk deepening into a white smile, flashing her set of perfect pearly whites, "you could be the new Miss America"
She managed to avoid Stiles for the next couple of classes, dodging his increasingly annoying prying questions as best she could, but unfortunately Scott wasn't here as a buffer which meant the only other one clued in on all of this, from Stiles' perspective, was her.
"Whoa, Kayla, wait up. Hey... hold on. Hey-"
She decided to put him out of his misery, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hallway and turning around, causing him to tumble into her clumsily and nearly knocking them both over.
"Yes Stiles?"
He blushed a little, hiking his backpack further up his shoulder as he stepped back out of her personal space, clearly a little flustered and uncomfortable.
"Uh... S-Saturday"
"What about Saturday?"
He blanched at her, sending her a look which she chalked up to be 'how can you be so oblivious' look, quickly looking around the busy hallway before pulling on her elbow and guiding her over to the lockers.
"The movie store" he whispered, "dead body, murderous alpha... ring any bells?"
"Of course it does" she rolled her eyes, "I don't have amnesia"
He gaped at her again, getting a little annoyed at her inability to just be forthcoming.
"Well?" he persisted, "what happened?"
"Dude got killed" she summarised, "what else do you want to know?"
"Dude got-what?" he asked, "Kayla... you and I both know it's not that simple"
"I don't know what happened" she shrugged, "I don't know why the Alpha killed him. I don't know anything more than you do"
"Well... don't you want to know?"
"Aw... I see what this is" she playfully grinned, "Scott left you to go suck face with Allison and you can't function without a partner a crime"
"What? No" he scoffed, but the look on his face told her she was actually 100% right, "that's not... that's not true"
"Oh really?" she crossed her arms, unable to stop the smirk that spread across her face, "then why have you been nipping at my ankles for half the day like a god damn chihuahua?"
He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his tongue pressing into his cheek as he tried - and failed - to come up with a witty retort, his brain going to zero percent capacity whenever he was near her.
"Okay, look" she said, taking pity on him, "I'll go to Lydia's after school and I'll ask her what she saw. Happy?"
"L-Lydia?" he gulped.
"Yes Stiles. Lydia" she rolled her eyes, "because something tells me she'll be easier to get around than Jackson"
"Well, uh... could I... y'know-" he shrugged, "-come with you? For back up" he added as she quirked a brow at him, "teamwork, right?"
"Sure. Teamwork" she drawled our sarcastically, "not because you want to fill your daily quota of Lydia Martin sightings or anything"
He frowned at her bitter tone, having made no effort to hide it.
"Uh..."
"Sure Stiles" she interrupted, "whatever you want"
"You okay?" he asked in a hushed whisper, his brows creased in concern, "you seem a little... snarky"
"Snarky?"
He shuffled back a small step at her glare, trying to swallow the sudden nervous lump in his throat as her stare cut right through him.
"Uh... heh... you-you seem fine" he wisely corrected, not wanting to get on her bad side, "yeah. Totally fine"
She rolled her eyes, about to turn and head to lunch but standing right in front of her was none other than Brian. She managed to stop short before she crashed into his chest, sending him an unamused glare.
"What do you want?"
His lips quirked, not put off by her sharp tone as he leaned cockily against the lockers, his bright blue baby eyes sparkling off the fluorescent lights overhead.
"I'm guessing 'hello' isn't in your vocabulary"
"Why would I waste my breath on something so civil to you?"
He broke out into an award winning smile, clearly somehow getting off on their back and forth quips, like it was all just some big game to him. Which, quite frankly, it probably was.
"You know-" he teased, "-in middle school, kids tease and bully other kids because they're crushing on them. So one could interpret your cold behaviour as you liking me a bit too much"
"Yeah" she scoffed, "in your dreams"
"Aw, c'mon Hale you're killing me" he playfully groaned, "quit playing the hard to get thing and just go out with me. I promise you'll have the time of your life"
She could feel Stiles fidget behind her, clearly uncomfortable with witnessing this but she paid him no heed, focusing on the blonde, blue eyed bombshell in front of her.
"You've done nothing to tip the scales in your favour" she shrugged, "so no"
"Tip the scales in my favour?" he repeated with a laugh, "babe... I've given chase more with you than I have anybody. Doesn't that tell you something"
"Yeah. That you suck at chasing"
Stiles snorted out a laugh behind her, for whatever reason a little proud that she kept knocking him back but Brian noticed, peering over her shoulder and sending Stiles a scathing look.
"Don't know what you're laughing at Stilinski. What's your body count? In the negatives?"
She waved her hands out, shutting both boys up before they could get into a dick measuring competition, turning back to Brian.
"Go chase someone else, because I ain't interested"
"Not what you were saying on Saturday"
"What?" she asked, genuinely confused, "what do you mean?"
He smirked, still not dropping playing whatever game he was playing, enjoying being mischievous with a side of dickhead.
"Oh" he feigned ignorance, smirking in delight that he caught her off guard, "don't you remember? I guess you only hook up with me when you're drunk"
"I did not" she stated, "don't be so ridiculous"
"Okay sweetcheeks" he grinned, "believe what you want, but that dress was cute. You should wear it on our next date"
"There will be no next date" she exclaimed, "in fact, we didn't even have a first date"
"Our first date was in Lydia Martins bathroom" he grinned, remembering their short lived hook up, "our second was that disaster of a group date night at bowling. Our third... that will be at my house. More specifically, my bedroom"
It wasn't often she was speechless. It took a lot to shock her and somehow his holier than thou pedestal he put himself on, combined with his cocky expectations, was astounding to her. How anyone could be so narcissistic was unbelievable.
He took her few seconds of silence as agreement, leaning in closer to her.
"And seriously... that dress?" he whistled, "super hot. But you'd look better without it... without anything. Just saying"
She rolled her eyes, unamused and borderline annoyed by his persistent pestering, clearly unable to take no for an answer and watched him walk away with narrowed eyes.
"Wow" Stiles drawled out, "really? Again?"
She turned around to shoot him a glare, not taking too kindly to the judgement he was oozing.
"Oh shush you" she reprimanded him, "I don't need your commentary"
"We've been over this" he exclaimed, "he's a dick, remember?"
"Kinda hard to forget" she muttered sarcastically, "and I may have downed a whole bottle of tequila but I would remember whose tongue I had in my throat thank you very much. He's just trying to get under my skin"
"Well he seems to know a lot of certain details about Saturday" he said with a gulp, flushing a little as he stuttered on the end of the sentence.
"If you're meaning the dress Stiles, then yeah, he probably saw the photos" she shrugged, "didn't you?"
His eyes widened, not expecting to be called out so casually and he didn't know what to respond with. If he lied and said no, she would know he was lying. If he said yes, he would definitely come across as some kind of perv.
His silence lasted longer than he thought, a couple of seconds turning into several prolonged seconds of awkward silence and even though he knew he should say something, he just couldn't.
The annoyance faded from her face as she glanced across at him, watching his lips twist and contort as he struggled to speak, left helpless and sweaty as he avoided her stare.
"Right" she smirked, "anyway, I'll meet you after school and we'll head to Lydia's okay?" she said, already beginning to walk away from him, an amused smile tugging at her lips, "don't be late"
"Who's the late one now, hm?" Stiles smirked, sarcastically tapping the face of his watch as Kayla approached him, a good ten minutes after the final bell had rung.
Her eyes dazzled, clearly in a better mood than earlier, waltzing over to him and skipping into an overexaggerated and sarcastic curtsy.
"Fashionably" she smirked, "and yeah, I know. It's a personality trait I'm trying to work on but, y'know-" she shrugged, "-miracles are rare"
That they were. The fact she was still even talking to him was a massive one.
"Just set your clocks back by five minutes. Or in your case, an hour" he teased as she shot him a playful affronted look, standing next to him by his jeep, "my dad taught me that. Means you'll be tricking yourself into being early"
"Army trick?"
"Huh?"
"Your dad" she said, "I saw his office. There was like, medals and shit. Is that why he's a stickler for time?"
"You mean you saw his office when he arrested you?"
She scrunched her face up in this adorable playful way, rolling her eyes.
"He didn't arrest me. He just let me sleep it off on his sofa. First law enforcement officer that hasn't tried to handcuff me"
He shook his head, trying to dispel the dirty images of her in handcuffs from his mind, swallowing the ball of nerves seizing his throat.
"Right"
She peered across at him, those tantalising green eyes swimming with amusement.
"So...?"
"Uh... um... s-so what?"
She snorted under her breath at him, placing a hand on her hip.
"Was I right about the army thing?"
"Oh. Heh... yeah. He served. A long time ago"
"Makes sense" she nodded, making her way around the jeep and then turning back to look at him with a cocked brow.
"Well... are we going?"
"Going?" he asked cluelessly, that lump in his throat bordering on strangling him, "go where?"
She simply gazed back blankly, like she was trying to decide if he was taking the piss or being serious.
"To Lydias"
Right. Lydias. How could he forget?
"Oh... yeah. Yeah, of course" he nodded, quirking a brow across at her, "you-you're riding with me? I mean... riding. In the jeep" he emphasised with an embarrassed flush, "w-with me?"
She simply shrugged, "saves gas"
He couldn't argue with that logic. The Queen of making a point.
He jumped in, reaching over to open the passenger side door for her, watching as she thanked him and climbed in, discarding her bag to the footwell by her feet.
"I would offer to rejig your memory of how to get there, but something tells me you probably have every single possible short cut there memorised" she teased, though there was a slight edge to her tone, like she wasn't all too happy with that idea.
"Oh ha-ha" he muttered, "very funny"
"What?" she smirked, "it's true, isn't it?"
"... That's besides the point"
"Knew it" she smiled, "but seriously, my advice" she said as he started up the engine and reversed from the parking space, "either grow some balls and ask her out, or move on from a silly third grade crush"
"Wow. Great advice" he muttered sarcastically, "you make it sound so easy"
"Because it is" she replied bluntly, much to his surprise, "feelings suck. Trust me, they do. But if they aren't being reciprocated, or it's unhealthy, then you gotta let go. Straight facts right there. And I gave you them free of charge"
"And you're speaking from experience..."
"Obviously" she laughed, "otherwise how else would I know? Do I look like a chic that reads cosmopolitan?"
"You look like a chic who would beat the crap out of anyone that crossed you"
"Touché" she smirked.
"And I don't... I mean, Lydia is... she's..." he stumbled over his words, "she's unattainable. I know I don't have a shot with her"
"So why are you still obsessing over her?"
"I... I don't know" he replied, "truth be told, I don't even know who she is. She's just always been the prettiest girl... until..."
"Until?" she asked, cocking a brow towards him.
"Until, uh... until..."
His throat closed up, the words dying in the back of his mouth. What was he going to say? 'Until you showed up?' Yeah, that was one way to make himself look like a complete and utter idiot.
"Until...?" she insisted, clearly not letting this one drop.
He snorted, finding her persistence somewhat endearing.
"Until I got my eyes opened. Jeez" he chuckled, "someone's nosey"
"Just curious" she shrugged, "that's all"
"I'm not in love with her" came spilling from his mouth in a heated, panicked rush, "I mean... I know I said that to you. Before. But I'm not. In love with her"
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I... I don't know. Just to, y'know, make you aware"
"Why?"
Her voice was light and teasing, teetering on the verge of being playful as he tried to will away the blush seizing his cheeks.
"Because I don't want you to think I'm a creep or anything" he stumbled over his words, trying to laugh it off and play it cool, "because I'm not. A creep that is"
"An eight year long obsession says otherwise" she smirked, enjoying playing with him.
"I wouldn't call it an obsession" he protested meekly, "more like an interest"
"Sure Stiles" she chucked, "whatever you say"
He was about to protest, to insist he wasn't some weirdo when he realised they were already pulling into Lydias driveway, the drive going quicker than expected.
"Just a fair warning" Kayla announced, "she's as high as a kite, so good luck getting anything remotely sensible out of her"
"Well. We have to try" he shrugged, slipping out from the jeep, Kayla going the same, "aren't you curious?"
She simply shrugged as they walked side by side up the winding path and up the concrete steps.
"I've seen my fair share of murders, newbie. Doesn't really faze me anymore" she said simply, "and all the murderous Alphas I've come across have an ego the size of Texas... they aren't that complicated to figure out. If anything, they're predictable"
"How many murderous Alphas have you come across exactly?" he asked, stunning himself into silence but was unprepared for her eyes to darken and turn steely, her face tightening.
"Enough" was her simple and short reply, letting him know by no uncertain terms that branch of the conversation was over.
They reached the door and Kayla reached out and rang the doorbell, shaking out the tension from her body before the door opened and she dropped that dark intense expression from her face, breaking out into an award winning smile.
"Kayla" Mrs Martin grinned, "how lovely to see you again"
Stiles watched as she softened her entire stance, widening her shining smile that made him melt a little on the inside, his heart panging at how adorable she looked.
"Mrs Martin, hi" she said, her voice melting into the perfect melody, "I hope you don't mind us coming around... we just wanted to check on Lydia"
It was then Mrs Martin realised Stiles standing there, sending him a confused look as if not recognising him before smiling at Kayla.
"Of course. Who's your friend?"
"Oh" she said, jabbing her finger back at him as she stepped over the threshold, "that's Stiles. He's harmless"
Mrs Martin smiled politely at him, guiding them up the grand staircase.
"She's had a day in bed resting. That medication has really done some wonders" stopping opposite what Stiles presumed was Lydia's door, "and your company over the weekend was much appreciated"
Stiles scoffed a little under his breath, knowing Mrs Martin clearly had no clue about the girls certain 'activities' and Kayla just threw him a sideways glance warning him to shut up before smiling sweetly back at Lydia's mom.
"Anything to help a friend. Don't worry, we won't stay long"
"No need" Mrs Martin waved her hand, "stay as long as you want" as she slowly turned to doorknob to open the door into Lydia's room before turning to Stiles, "and it was lovely to meet you"
"You too"
He made sure Mrs Martin was gone before following Kayla into Lydia's room, carefully shutting the door behind him.
"You're such a suck up" he accused her lightheartedly, "I've never seen you act that nice to, well, anyone"
"It's called playing the game" she chuckled, "parents love me"
"My dad arrested you"
"He didn't arrest me" she rolled her eyes, repeating the same phrase she had already said multiple times, "he was the real G and let me sleep it off on his sofa"
"Potato-Potahto"
She gave another eyeroll before approaching what Stiles now realised was a half naked Lydia sprawled out on her bed, a skimpy midnight blue nightgown covering her body.
"Hey Lyds" Kayla greeted, not at all fazed by Lydia's lack of clothes as she perched next to her on the bed, "how you feeling?"
Lydia only seemingly just realised there was anyone in the room other than her, blinking blearily up at her friend before breaking out into a wide smile - a smile Stiles could see was wholeheartedly genuine. Something he didn't think Lydia was even capable of.
Today was full of miracles.
"Kayla" Lydia slurred, grabbing Kayla's cheeks and squeezing them together, "you're back"
"I'm back, yeah" she replied as best she could, her face all mushed together, "how you doing?"
"Better now you're here" Lydia grinned, "you're so pretty, have I ever told you that before?"
"Uh... not in so many words" Kayla chucked, reaching up and gently pulling Lydia's hands away, "I hope you don't mind. I brought a friend"
Lydia smacked her lips together, clearly in a land far far away.
"The more the merrier"
Great. Why did his horny teenage mind automatically go to a threesome?
"Right" Kayla chuckled to herself, "well, this is Stiles. You remember Stiles?"
Lydia frowned, screwing her face up.
"What the hell is a Stiles?"
"I asked myself that very same thing"
"Oh haha" Stiles hissed our quietly as Kayla shot him a playful smile over her shoulder, "proper comedian you are"
"Stiles is a person" Kayla smirked, somehow dealing with an off the face Lydia very well, "Scott's friend"
"Rightttt" the strawberry blonde drawled out, "Stilessss"
His heart skipped a beat at that, the sound of his name leaving her lips like a god damn blessing from God himself.
"Anyway-" Kayla cut in, "-just checking in. Seeing how you're doing"
"And what you saw" Stiles blurted out, his curiosity getting the best of him, "y'know... at the movie store"
"And people say I'm tactless" he heard Kayla mutter under her breath but ignored her, focusing on Lydia.
"What I saw?" Lydia slurred, "I saw... I saw..." before bursting into a fit of the giggles, "I saw you naked" pointing at Kayla.
"Glad I'm unforgettable" Kayla smirked, much to Stiles' complete surprise, "but that's not what Stiles was asking"
Lydia snorted, giggling like a child, "I saw your boobies"
"You did see my boobies" Kayla mimicked Lydia's slurred, childlike voice, "thank you for bringing that up"
Lydia sloppily cupped her hands around her mouth, leaning forward to press them against Kayla's ear.
"Your boobies are very cute" she feigned a whisper but it came out as more of a shriek, much to Stiles' embarrassment, "I like your boobies"
"Lydia" Kayla smiled, "you're very high right now"
The redhead smacked her lips together again, giving a very exaggerated roll of her eyes before blinking across at Stiles.
"Hiiiii"
"H-Hi" he mumbled, placing a hand across his chest, beyond shocked she was actually paying attention to him.
"You look funny" she giggled.
"Um... thanks?"
"Great flirting" Kayla mock whispered to him with a smirk, "10/10 for effort. 1/10 for execution"
He screwed his face up at her, a playful show of annoyance at her input but she simply smiled, clearly enjoying this way too much.
"Anyway Lyds, do you have any aspirin or something? That funny looking person over there has given me a headache"
"How have I given you a headache?"
"You've been at me all day. That's enough to give anyone a headache"
He rolled his eyes playfully, watching with his arms folded as Lydia simply rolled over to reach for a bottle of pills on her bedside table and shake a few into the palm of her hand before sloppily pressing them directly into Kayla's mouth.
"Oh-okay" Kayla mumbled around the mouthful of white pills, "guess I'm dry swallowing"
"They'll help" Lydia smiled, "so what are you both doing here?"
Kayla had her face screwed up as she tried to force the pills down so Stiles decided to take the lead, stepping towards the bed.
"Just uh... we need to know what you saw"
"What I saw?"
"Saturday night" he prompted, trying to rejig her memory, "at the movie store..."
"I... I don't..."
"You did see something, right?"
A blank look spread across Lydia's expression, her eyes glazing over.
"I... I saw..."
"You saw...?"
"Something" Lydia mumbled, "definitely something"
"Something like...?"
"Like... something..."
He grunted in frustration, clearly getting no where with this.
"Something like what? A mountain lion?"
She frowned before behinning to slowly nod.
"Yeah. I saw a mountain lion"
"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?"
"A mountain lion" she repeated again but she sounded so totally out of it Stiles didn't believe a word that came out of her pretty little mouth. So, not taking any chances, he picked up a toy giraffe that was on her bedside table and held it up to her, shaking it in front of her face to grab her attention.
"What's this?"
"A mountain lion" she repeated and, despite a little annoyed he was getting no where, he chuckled at her behaviour, his nerves that were normally shot around Lydia Martin surprisingly gone.
Maybe because when she was off her face, she wasn't being a total bitch.
Yeah, it surprised him too.
"Whoa" he heard Kayla mumble to herself, blinking slowly as she looked around the room, "Lydia... that was not aspirin you gave me"
"What?" he asked as Lydia burst into giggles, "what did she give you then?" reaching around to find the bottle of pills and read the label.
"Oh crap" he mumbled, gulping as he saw the word 'benzodiazepines' printed on the label, "Lydia, how many did you give her? You're only meant to take one every four hours"
"Three" the strawberry blonde continued to giggle, "just three itty bitty pills"
"Oh crap" he repeated, glancing down at Kayla, "you're gonna overdose"
"I won't" she reassured, but her voice was beginning to slur a little, "I've taken a lot worse than this. I'll be fine"
"You sure about that?"
"I'm always sure about things"
He knew it was pointless arguing with her - she was, after all, a stubborn Hale and it would get him no where.
"Well I should probably drive you home-"
"What?" she shrieked, much to his surprise, "are you insane? With a mother like mine? She'll accuse me of going out and getting high... again"
"Right" Stiles winced, watching as she tried to shake away the bleariness, "um..."
She reached up, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him towards her.
"Under no circumstances are you to take me home... understand?"
"U-Understood"
"Good"
She patted his chest in thanks, lifting a hand to brush some hair away from her face but ended up poking herself in the eye.
"Ouchie"
Oh dear god...
He turned back to Lydia who had sprawled out on her bed, not a single care in the world.
Lucky her.
"Well. This was enlightening" he muttered sarcastically, "Lydia... nice chat. Thanks for drugging our friend"
Lydia just grunted, turning over on her front and passing out, ignoring even her phone going off.
"You gonna get that?"
All he got was a snore in response.
He reached down and grabbed her phone, curious if it was something important, but to his shock and surprise it was a video from Saturday night, a large big black shape with red eyes jumping past the screen.
"Holy crap" he muttered, quickly shoving the phone u der Kayla's nose, "look"
She watched the clip with drunk eyes, clearly not understanding a single thing she was seeing.
"Pretty"
"What? Kayla, it's the Alpha" he hush whispered, casting a careful look to a passed out Lydia, "look. Oh my god... Scott doesn't look like this. This... this is a monster"
"The shape you take reflects the person that you are" she hummed, letting out a small giggle, "so if you were a werewolf, you'd be a big teddy bear"
"What?"
"'Cause you're soft and squishy" she muttered, "he's obviously mean and scary. Rwar"
"Wow..." he whistled in astonishment, "you are out of it"
She simply giggled, not saying much else as Stiles decided to quickly send himself the video of the Alpha and deleted it from Lydia's phone, knowing when she came out the other side of this she didn't need the traumatic reminder of what almost killed her, let alone seeing something that she couldn't explain.
"Right" he murmured, pocketing his phone and turning to Kayla, "what are we gonna do with you?"
"Whateverrrrr you want" she slurred with a flirtatious smile in his general direction, "I'm very bendy"
"Oh my god-"
"I've got the whole 'Karma Sultana' memorised"
"You mean the 'Kama Sutra?'" he gulped, trying not to imagine her in any of those positions, but failing very quickly.
She snapped her fingers at him, nodding her head.
"That's the one"
He had no idea what to do. Scott and Allison were awol, Lydia was out of it, Jackson was a no go, Brian was a hell no, her mom was to be avoided - clearly - and he had no idea how to contact Derek (not that he really wanted to), so the only option left was...
Right. Him.
He sighed at her, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Guess I'm babysitting" he muttered to himself, sending her a dubious look, "can you stand?"
"Can I-? Hm" she scoffed, sounding indignant and a little offended by his question, "of course I can. I have legs. Duh"
He simply stood back and folded his arms, cocking a brow as he watched her try and stand on these new Bambi legs of hers, clearly suffering from a dizzy spell as she pitched forward and he had to clumsily reach out to grab her before she faceplanted the floor.
"Whoops" she giggled, her voice muffled against his chest, "my legs may have taken a small vacation"
He held her around her waist, keeping her upright as she tried to stand.
"I'll have to take you back to mine. You're in no condition to be unsupervised"
"Oooooh" she laughed, "is it my turn to see your bedroom?"
Thankfully she never saw the fiery blush that crept onto his face at that statement, ignoring her off her face flirting as he helped her from Lydia's room, just praying to god his room had no dirty boxers on the floor.
The jeep ride home was interesting to say the least. It consisted of Kayla singing at the top of her lungs, trying to stick her head out the window like a dog and playing with the gear stick for fun.
Yeah, it would've been a lot more fun if Stiles hadn't ended up almost driving into a ditch as he avoided an oncoming car. Yet, despite the near fatal collision, Kayla laughed and Stiles couldn't help but join in at the absolutely ridiculous situation they were in.
When they arrived at his house, he had barely managed to get the jeep into park before she opened the door and fell out, the harsh 'splat' sound onto the concrete below making Stiles wince.
He clumsily jumped from his jeep, racing round to see if she was okay but - surprisingly - she was fine, sitting cross legged on the tarmac as she grinned up at him.
"Okay then..." Stiles murmured, looking around to see if anyone was watching, not wanting to get accused of kidnapping or inappropriate behaviour as he squatted down and helped her stand, gripping her arms but she was no help what so ever, getting distracted by running her nails over his short hair.
"It's fuzzy" she giggled, "and tickly. Oh, like a cactus"
"What exactly did Lydia give you? Because, holy crap, you've had a whole personality transplant"
"I don't know but it's gooood" she snorted, "I feel great. I feel fab. This stuff is better than crack"
"Yeah, well-" he murmured, grabbing her wandering hands, "-let's not make this a habit, hm?"
"Of course not" she said, pretending to be serious and somber but he could tell she was holding back a laugh, "I'm a good girl... aren't I?"
He swallowed, forcing himself to remain calm despite his dry mouth and heart hammering a million miles a minute as she teased him, having to use every ounce of willpower to not give in to her flirting.
"You're uh... you're..." he watched as her eyes dazzled, enjoying seeing him flustered, "you're off your face. You need sleep"
He tried to help her towards the house but she was in a disruptive and playful mood, making a game of trying to run away from him which resulted in him chasing her around the jeep, getting out of breath until he finally caught her elbow.
"Kayla!" he chastised, though it came out as more of a beg, "c'mon, work with me here"
"Tag" she grinned, slapping his shoulder, "you're it" before escaping his grasp and legging it.
He eventually caught up with her a couple minutes later, deciding he wasn't going to take any chances so, without thinking, picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, pleasantly surprised that he was able to comfortably lift her. He wasn't exactly a 'gym bro'.
She gasped dramatically, grabbing onto his hips.
"Oh my god... Stiles" she exclaimed, "gravity has stopped working"
He rolled his eyes, "no. You're just upside down"
"Oh" she muttered, immediately relaxing again, "my life flashed before my eyes right there"
He made it to his front door, balancing her on his shoulder as he used his key to open the door and step inside, carefully shutting it behind him.
"Oooooh" she exclaimed, swinging freely from his shoulder, "you've got a cute ass Stilinski"
At this point he was sweating with nerves, flustered and overwhelmed knowing she was checking him out as he climbed the stairs and she begun to play the drums on his ass cheeks.
"If you drop me... I'll kill you" she sing songed, tapping his cheeks in beat with her words, clearly having the time of her life.
"Funnily enough, I'll try not to" he muttered, opening his door to his room, making his way towards his bed as he tried to place her down genrtly but ended up practically throwing her on it and, because she was gripping his shirt, he tumbled down clumsily on top of her.
"Oh my god.. I, Uh... sorry" he murmured, his entire face a fiery red as he hovered above her, acutely aware she was now - officially - on his bed. The first girl that had ever been there. What an accomplishment.
"It's fineeee" she slurred, "I like having you on top of me"
His breath caught, watching as she looked up at him with sultry eyes, clearly enjoying his company a little too much.
"Uh..." he glanced down at the fistful of shirt she was gripping tightly, keeping him sprawled out on top of her, "I... I totally would... because holy crap you're gorgeous... and I would love... love love love to, but uh... you're sort of, well, high"
"Yeah" she giggled, "I'm fucked"
"So, uh..." he pushed himself up, "I'm just gonna let you sleep it off"
"That's 'cause you're one of the good ones" she muttered, stretching out across his bed to get comfy, clearly behinning to crash from her high, "even if you are a little prickly"
He snorted, "wow. Thanks. You know how to boost my already fragile ego"
She giggled, turning her head into the duvet to get comfy, her eyelids fluttering shut and within a couple minutes had fallen into a soft sleep, Stiles just happily watching in contentment.
It wasn't even an hour later when Stiles resorted to leaving a threatening message on Scott's phone, fed up and annoyed with his best friend not answering.
Like, seriously? Shit was going down here and Stiles needed his friend and where the hell was he? Yeah... not here. In normal circumstances it would've been fine because he would've had Kayla - someone who was actually clued in on all this stuff - but she was currently out of commission with no sign of snapping back to reality anytime soon.
A knocking on his door made Stiles snap his head up from resting it on the computer chair and saw his dad leaning against the door frame, about to open his mouth to ask a question but stopped, eyes traveling over to Kayla who was spread out on his bed, head turned into the pillows, white shirt riding up slightly at all the fidgeting she had done in the past hour.
"Oh" his dad blurted out, his surprised eyes widening into a concerned look, "is that... is that The Hale girl?"
"Uh..."
"Do I even want to know what this is?" his dad asked, an eyebrow cocked in a questioning look, a lightly disturbed expression tightening across his features.
"What? No... no" Stiles said, making his dad's face morph into shock and Stiles realised how that sounded and blushed, trying to form coherent sentences, "I just meant, uh... it's not how it looks, we didn't- I mean... nothing happened, oh god..."
Why the hell was this happening to him right now?
He ran a hand down his face, completely mortified. Great. Now his dad was thinking he was the new town stud.
"Okay" his dad said slowly, still looking like he didn't believe him, "but why is there a girl sleeping on your bed?"
"Uh... it's... it's... it's a long story..."
His dad pointed at her, "is she drunk?"
"What? No, of course not" Stiles insisted but right at that time Kayla decided to begin tossing and turning, grunting in her sleep.
"Like I said..." Stiles gulped, "long story. She just uh... didn't want to go home yet. Her mom's a little... difficult"
His dad's eyes softened a bit, staring at her in sympathy and Stiles wondered if maybe she was right about earlier - about parents loving her. Despite being 'not arrested' by his dad for drunk and disorderly underage drinking, he didn't seem judgemental or annoyed towards her.
Jeez... whatever charm she laid on, he wanted in on it.
"Hm" his dad said, giving up the interrogation and turning back to Stiles, "then pease tell me I'm going to hear good things at this parent-teacher conference tonight"
"Uh... that depends on how you define 'good news'?"
"I define it as you getting straight A's with no behavioural issues"
"Uh... then you may wanna re think that definition"
"Enough said" his dad sighed, glancing once more between Kayla and Stiles, looking like he wanted to say something but shook his head and walked away, something Stiles was ever so thankful for. He did not need a talk with his dad about the birds and the bees.
Stiles sighed, feeling like a major disappointment, drowning in worry and stress. Everything was just so complicated. People's lives were literally on the line and he had no idea what to do.
So, trying not to dwell on his decision much, he deleted the video from Lydia's phone, cringing as he did so and wondering if he would live to regret it.
When Kayla awoke later than night she was alone in a dark, unfamiliar room and jolted up off the bed, looking around in confusion.
What the hell had just happened?
Her head was foggy and bleary, like it was full of cotton wool, that familiar 'coming down' confusion hitting her like a ton of bricks.
Right. Lydia.
Wow. She didn't know how a few benzos wiped her out when, before, she could shoot up enough to kill three bodybuilders, but apparently her tolerance had sharply declined.
She pushed herself up, looking around the unfamiliar room but it didn't take long for her to remember that Stiles had taken her back to his house, letting her sleep it off in a safe environment.
How sweet.
She rubbed her eyes, slowly pushing herself up and peered around the curtains. No one was home apart from her, that much was obvious when she saw the jeep and the Sheriff's cruiser gone. Maybe some kind of emergency? It was kind of weird he would just leave her all alone in his house so fired off a quick text to check if everything was okay, but unlike usual, she didn't get a response.
She waited around for a short while, pacing around Stiles' messy room but m her patience was running thin so, with a tired sigh, she left the Stilinski household and had to google map her route to the school which turned out to be a nearly thirty minute walk away but that was probably down to the fact she was still trying to walk in a straight line.
She tracked down her car which was exactly where she left it at the school, slipping in and starting the engine.
She decided to take the long way home, stretching out the time she had away from that place as long as she could, trying to avoid her mom's presence. Maybe if she took a long enough drive, but the time she got home her mom would be in bed and wouldn't bother bothering her with a bunch of unnecessary questions.
Should she put in more effort with her mom?
Should she be the bigger person and suck it up, forgive her mom and just let her be a parent?
She didn't know. Right now she didn't think she was capable of forgiveness, let alone seperating herself from her emotions. It had been a chaotic and difficult year... she had been through a lot... maybe just working on forgiving herself and settling into a new environment was enough for now.
She snapped herself out of her daydream, looking around in confusion. Where the hell was she? She must have been so absorbed in her thoughts she just drove and drove and drove, completely unaware of the route she was taking.
She slowed her car to a stop and pulled over to the side of the road, climbing out and looking around at the vast amount of trees and complete emptiness, a sudden and eerie chill in the air making her shiver.
Glancing down at her phone, she tapped the screen so it lit up, trying to Google map her way out of here but she had a total of zero bars of signal, her phone all but useless.
"Typical" she mumbled, rolling her eyes as she looked around, "why is this the opening to ever horror movie ever?"
Just as she said that, she heard a noise coming from the woods beside her. Not a quiet, muffled sound either - like a twig snapping - no. This sounded a lot more like a whole frigging tree being snapped in half.
She checked her phone again, hoping maybe there was just a glitch and her signal had come back but there was still no bars along the top of her screen.
She wasn't stupid. She knew what went down in Beacon Hills. She knew it was dangerous. She knew what could happen to unsuspecting people and she wasn't about to be another statistic so walked back to her car and climbed back in, not bothering buckling up but made sure to lock her doors.
Beacon Hills was dangerous.
Even more dangerous with a murderous alpha on the loose.
She took off, driving along the empty winding road, the near full moon catching her gaze through the windscreen.
She had learnt over the years to trust her gut, and her gut was telling her something wasn't right. She ended up in the middle of no where which, yeah, could be because she was still crashing from her high but she didn't suspect that. She wasn't about to gaslight herself.
She was and always had been sure of herself. She wasn't about to let a few benzos make her doubt herself.
Something big and black, at the speed of light, passed right in front of her car just inches away from her bonnet, so close that it made her swerve, tyres squealing across the tarmac.
She kept her car going though, not willing to stop, clumsily reaching down for her phone and hitting Derek's name and praying he would, for once, pick up.
It rang several times, each shrill ring making her more and more nervous, her gaze rapidly moving between the road and her rear view mirror and, in her panic, was sure she saw a flash of red eyes.
"Kayla?" Derek's gruff voice appeared through the speaker, "what's wrong?"
She grabbed her phone, holding it up to her face as she drove with one hand, hitting speeds she didn't even know she was capable of.
"The Alpha" she muttered, "he's here. He's following me"
"Where are you?" Derek demanded, a newfound urgency to his tone.
"I... I don't know" she exclaimed, half watching the road as she clumsily tried to open google maps but her signal kept dropping, the app taking a while to load, "I was just driving and I ended up here. Urgh. Why isn't it working?!" her thumb aggressively tapping the screen as if that would make it work.
"Kayla, I'm on my way" Derek said, "I'm coming, just-"
The loud echo of a deep, bone chilling howl cut right though her, the sudden intrusion making her drop the phone as a sudden pain erupted inside her skull, making her vision tunnel.
She struggled to stay focused, cringing and wincing as she grabbed the steering wheel, vaguely hearing Derek calling her name through the phone but before she could answer, something - or someone - careened into the side of her car hard enough to send her spinning.
No. Not her spinning... her car.
Her car spun, rolled and careened sideways, flipping several times before coming to a screeching stop off the side of the road, her unbuckled body getting thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
She landed harshly in a sea of broken glass, her back now laying on the roof of the car as she blinked through the stream of blood seeping into her eyes, seeing nothing but red.
Red blood?
No...
Red eyes...
A/N) yayyy look how long that chapter is haha I was ill so figured I'd make it up to you all by committing to a long one - hope it was worth it hahahaha and as always. Your reviews would be much appreciated and welcomed because I'm excited to see what you think about this varied chapter - see you soon :)