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He didn't mean to fall asleep.

His plan was to stay awake, keep an eye on Kayla and periodically check on his dad to see when he was free to leave.

Unfortunately, tiredness got the better of him and he ended up slouched in the uncomfortable plastic chair at an awkward angle, his neck rolled backwards so he snored.

It hadn't taken her long to fall asleep. Maybe she had relaxed enough knowing he was there, because within ten minutes of their conversation she had curled onto her side and fallen asleep.

He had watched her for a bit, played on his phone then scooted down in the chair to stop his ass going numb and the next thing he knew he was getting shaken awake by a rough jerk of his shoulder.

"Wha-wait-what's happening?" he exclaimed, shooting up off the chair but, in his haste, misjudged his footing and fell to the floor.

"Stiles" his dads gruff but hushed voice immediately relaxed him, "it's 3am. What an earth are you doing?"

He hurried to his feet, awkwardly glancing between his dad and Kayla, suddenly feeling a hot flush spread across his cheeks as his dad frowned down at Kayla, realising exactly why he was still here at 4am.

"Uh..." he gulped, trying to keep his voice quiet as she slept soundly, her face adorably scrunched up as she dreamt, "I was just, uh..."

"Is there something that I need to know about?" his dad asked, pointing a finger between him and Kayla.

"Wha-no" Stiles mumbled, "why-why would you think that?"

"Because earlier this evening for the first time in sixteen years, my son had a girl in his room. Then a few hours later the same son is camping out in the same girl's hospital room. So I'll ask again..." his dad folded his arms across his chest, raising his brows, "is there something going on?"

Oh my god, he was mortified.

"...N-No" he stuttered, "I just... I was here. Then she was here. So we were both here. This was completely coincidental"

"Hm" his dad hummed, clearly not believing a word he was saying, "what happened?"

"Uh... car crash" he said, obviously leaving the Alpha out of this whole mess, "animal on the road"

His dad frowned, "mountain lion?"

"...Yes" he lied, nodding his head, "yes. Mountain lion. It was the mountain lion's fault"

"Oh" his dad muttered, brows knitting together in concern, "she got lucky. Is she okay?"

"Um... I suppose as good as someone could be that got into a car wreck"

His dad rolled his eyes at his cheeky response, pointing to the door.

"I'm taking you home, you've got school in the morning. Let the poor girl get some rest"

"Wait- you're good? The doctor cleared you?"

"It's just a little soft tissue damage. Nothing serious" his dad reassured, "now come on. Enough stalling"

His dad limped towards the door, taking his time as to not aggravate his injuries and Stiles made no effort to move, turning back to Kayla.

He felt a sort of pull to be near her... to want to be here when she woke up. He didn't want to leave her at her most vulnerable, not when she showed her insecurities. After all, he did promise to stay the night.

Maybe 4am could be considered the night, but he still felt a little sad having to leave her. Who else was here to look out for her? What if the Alpha came back?

"Stiles?"

His dad's call of his name made him jump, snapping his eyes away from a sleeping Kayla to his dad, who was looking at him in sympathy.

"She'll be okay" he reassured, "she's in the best place"

"Yeah, I know. I just... she hates hospitals. I don't want her to wake up scared"

"Something tells me she's tougher than you think" his dad murmured, "why don't you go see her later on after school?"

"Yeah... yeah I guess" Stiles mumbled, running a hand over his short hair and making his way over to his dad, "but I need to ask a favour"

His dad cocked a brow, "oh?"

"Her car" he sighed, "can we drive past, get her stuff and maybe organise a tow? She shouldn't have to deal with that when she gets discharged"

"Sure" his dad nodded, "sounds reasonable" before taking a hold of his shoulder and guiding him down the corridor.

"You know..." his dad mumbled quietly, his pace a little slow as he limped through the hospital, "it's okay if you like her. She seems like a great girl. A little unpredictable, maybe a bit of a handful, but overall pretty great"

Stiles didn't know what to say to that, feeling a little awkward speaking about this with his dad when he wasn't entirely sure what he felt himself.

"Yeah, she is" he simply agreed, "she's different"

"Different to Lydia?"

"Different to everyone" he shrugged, "I don't know what it is, but there's just something about her that just... just makes me..."

"Happy?"

"...Yeah" he whispered, "I guess so"

"So what are you going to do about it?"

Stiles scoffed, finding it hilarious his dad thought he was in any position to make any kind of move at all.

"What am I-? Uh... nothing. Obviously"

He was sure his dad rolled his eyes, slapping him upside his head.

"Okay, ow, what was that for? That's child abuse. I could phone CPS on you"

"Talk to her. Take your shot"

"Definitely not" Stiles scoffed, "have you seen her? And have you seen me? It's not happening"

"I've seen a girl that has been to hell and back her entire life" his dad said, "in and out of trouble because that's what she's been surrounded with. Maybe she just needs someone good in her life"

"Dad-"

"No Stiles, stop underestimating yourself" he chastised, "you're a good kid and so is she. What's wrong with trying?"

"The embarrassing stench of getting turned down on an epic level?"

"You don't know she would turn you down"

"You don't know she wouldn't"

His dad sighed, exhausted with Stiles' retorts.

"And anyway-" he shrugged in defeat, "-she's got Brian Murdock chasing her. Who she already got way past second base with"

"He's a show off" his dad mentioned, much to Stiles' surprise, "nearly every week he gets a speeding ticket. He's arrogant and cocky. He doesn't stand a chance"

"Then you don't know highschool dad. Pretty people hook up. It's just the way things roll"

They reached the exits, emerging into the cool night air, the faint drizzle of rain tickling their skin.

"I'm not arguing with you Stiles. All I'm saying is... try. You might be surprised with the results"

Stiles didn't want to say anything else, not wanting to talk about his complete lack of love life with his dad of all people, both staying silent until they climbed into his dad's cruiser.

"Where did she have the accident?"

"Uh... just off state road 25. About five miles outside Beacon Hills"

His dad kept their agreement, finding her wreckage after about 20 minutes of searching, her car completely destroyed off the side of the road.

Stiles almost couldn't believe she came away with just a concussion and some scrapes and bruises, her vehicle completely turned upside down, the entire drivers side dented in and all the windows smashed.

He let out a long whistle as he pulled himself from the cruiser, looking down at the wreckage.

"Ooft. None of this is salvageable, right?"

His dad came to stand next to him, slowly shaking his head.

"I think the best place for this is the scrapyard. Shame. It's a good running car"

"Well, was" he corrected with a snort.

Stiles made his way down the soft verge first, instructing his dad to stay there as the ground was uneven and he didn't want him to injure himself anymore, much to his dads's playful annoyance.

He made sure to try and dance around the shards of glass, squatting down as he peered into the wreckage.

There was a few half empty bottles of water, a couple jackets and some random things now strewn around the wreckage. He grabbed her jackets, reaching in to hook the handle of her bag around the tips of his fingers and pull it towards him. He stood up, glancing around a little to try and find her phone and eventually spotted it about ten feet away from her car, the screen completely cracked but he tapped it a couple times and it stil lit up and worked, the screen filled with notifcations.

He pocketed her phone, keeping it safe as he kept a hold of her stuff as he climbed the small verge, coming to stand next to his dad as he just finished his brief call to the tow truck company.

"You good?"

"Yup" Stiles nodded, holding up her stuff, "safe and sound. I'll drop it off to her after school"

Stiles was sure his dad smirked a little, limping back to the cruiser and Stiles just mumbled under his breath as he followed him, the cool night air soothing his stinging red cheeks.

Stiles tried to avoid Scott at all costs the next day at school. He wasn't mad at his friend... well, screw that, he was, he wanted to tear his frigging head off but he knew that if he saw Scott, saw those puppy dog eyes, then he would forgive him - and Stiles didn't want to do that, at least not right away.

"Stiles! Stiles!"

He heard someone call his name through the busy bustle of the hallway and turned around, seeing Allison hurry towards him, a bright smile lighting up her face.

"Uh... hey Allison?" Stiles replied uncertainty, looking around just to make sure that she was, indeed, talking to him.

"Um... Scott's been looking for you all day" she said, hugging her school books to her chest, "he thinks you're avoiding him"

"Uh... I am?" Stiles said but it came out as more of a question than a solid answer.

"Anyway..." Allison gave him this look like 'yup-staying out of the friendship quarrels' and placed a hand on his forearm, making him jump slightly, "he told me about your dad... I hope everything's okay with him"

Allison was sympathetic, her big brown eyes concerned and full of worry.

"Uh yes, yes he's fine... I guess, a little beat up but it's soft tissue damage so it'll heal - thank god" Stiles rambled, knowing that Allison was probably going to tell Scott everything he had said but found he really couldn't care less.

"That's good then" Allison said, smiling encouragingly, "last night was scary. It could've ended a lot worse"

"Well, lucky for everyone your was dad was there" Stiles pointed out, "does he always carry a glock?"

Allison bit her lip, glancing down awkwardly.

"Yeah" she sighed followed by a forced laugh, "he's a little paranoid"

"A little?"

"He worries" she continued, clearly a little put out by the scene her dad caused, "he always thinks there's something out there ready to hurt us"

Allison had no idea how right she was.

"Anyway-" she took his silence as a way to change the coversation, a chipper smile tugging at her lips, "-do you know where Kayla is? I haven't seen her at school today"

"Oh" Stiles muttered, "uh... she is-wait" he gulped, "why would you think I know where she is?"

Allison smirked a little, pulling her phone from her bag as she begun tapping the screen quickly.

"No reason" she sing songed, "you two just seem to hang out a lot"

"D-Do we?"

"Yeah" Allison's face was nearly split into two with how wide she was smiling, "you should've been her date to the bowling last week. She was so disinterested in Brian"

"A-And you think she would've been more interested in me?" he blanched, hanging onto Allison's every word.

"Potentially" Allison teased, much to Stiles' surprise as he gulped, his hand finding its way to his chest to try and stop his heart from thundering from his chest.

"So do you know where she is?" Allison continued, quickly typing out a text, "I was hoping she would be in today so we could, uh... discuss things"

Stiles knew that 'discuss things' was really girl code for 'boy talk' - aka Scott - but was too distracted by what Allison insinuated, his brain racing a hundred miles an hour.

Before he could say anything back though a phone beeped in his pocket and Allison looked up at him in shock, having just sent Kayla a text at that exact same time, her eyes moving from his face to his pants pocket suspiciously.

"Uh... why do you have Kayla's phone?" she asked slowly, her eyes narrowing in dubious wondering.

Stiles gulped nervously, his blood running ice cold.

Crap. He forgot he had that. Keeping her phone on him for what reason, he didn't know, but now Allison was no doubt thinking he was some creep.

"Uh..." Stiles said, scratching his head awkwardly and looking around, avoiding Allison's suspicious gaze. She would probably accuse him of being a pervert or a stalker... most likely both. "she had a car accident last night... I was gonna give it back..." he trailed off, trying to look completely innocent.

"Oh my god... what?" Allison exclaimed, "what happened? Is she okay?"

"She's okay" he reassured, "a little banged up but okay. She was only due to stay in overnight - something she made very clear she wasn't happy about - and should be back home later today"

"But how did she crash?"

Stiles allowed a couple seconds of tense silence, swallowing nervously to take the time to charge up his lie.

"... Mountain lion" he murmured, "ran out on the road. She swerved to avoid it"

"Oh god" Allison was mortified, her doe eyes wide with worry, "I had no idea. I thought she was just cutting class"

"To be fair, your assumption is entirely logical. Uh... but yeah, that's what happened. My dad and I got her stuff and got her car towed. I'm not some creep that goes around stealing stuff"

"Of course not" Allison sighed, relieved and reassured by Stiles' answer, "let her know I'm asking for her. And I'll text her. Well" she giggled, "when she has her phone back"

"Will do"

The warning bell rang and both Stiles and Allison looked up at the same time, snapping them out of their conversation. They bid farewell and took off in their separate directions but, as Stiles rounded a corner, he almost ran into Scott head first, who was conveniently using his 'puppy dog' eyes to maximum power.

"Stiles, I'm really, really sor-"

"Don't Scott" Stiles sighed, pushing past his best friend, deliberately knocking his shoulder for emphasis. It made his heart hurt just snapping at his best friend but didn't Scott get it? His dad, the only person he had left, was injured - and Stiles partially blamed Scott for that.

"Stiles... please" Scott begged but Stiles shook his head determinedly - no, Scott needed to know there was consequences for his actions, so he just continued walking, trying not to let the bitterness show on his face.

Stiles was pacing.

This wasn't a new thing. In fact he paced most of the time, all of his pent up energy and anxiety spilling out into nervous tics.

He knew he shouldn't be nervous - there was nothing exactly to be nervous about - but the past couple of days had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and he had gotten closer to Kayla than he had ever thought he would get the chance to.

How should he act around her?

What should he say to her?

Was his dad right? Should he just take his shot?

Allison seemed to approve, or at the very least hint that Kayla may reciprocate any feelings he had, but he still couldn't help but be doubtful.

Why would someone like her ever have those kind of feelings for someone like him?

The more he overanalysed and scrutinised his anxious thoughts, the more he talked himself out of being here on her doorstep, her bag and jackets tucked under one arm.

He blew out a long breath and, for the seventeenth time that afternoon, haphazardly stepped towards the door, his finger faltering above the doorbell.

Nah, this was a stupid idea. He would just see her at school - a very social and crowded environment, with people there... yup, that's what he'd do. That was the smart thing to do.

He turned on his heel, fully prepared to just leave because he was already a sweaty anxious mess and did not want to make an even bigger fool in front of her than he had already had, but he only managed to get a couple of steps away before he heard the front door opening.

He whipped around, morphing into the look of a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, awkwardly looking at the woman standing staring at him.

She was standing tall and broad, a confident energy rolling off her as she glared at him somewhat sternly, her dark features sharp and scrutinising.

Just by looking at her, Stiles now understood why Kayla had so many problems with her mom.

"U-Uh... hi" Stiles stuttered, ungainly standing in the same spot he had turned around in, suddenly feeling like he had done something very very wrong.

The woman - Kayla's mom - raised a steely brow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Who are you and why have you been standing on my front porch for the last twenty minutes?"

"Um..."

"Do I need to phone the police?"

"Oh god no" Stiles exclaimed, knowing if that happened his dad would ground his ass for weeks, "no, I'm just here to drop off some stuff. Kayla's stuff"

The woman narrowed her eyes, giving him a thorough once over.

"Are you sleeping with my daughter?"

"W-What?" he muttered fearfully, his skin turning a sickly grey, "n-no. No. I... I just... her stuff. From the accident"

"Hm" she settled on saying, her eyes moving to the things he was carrying, "and why do you have them?"

"My dad's the sheriff" he squeaked, "that's all. And I know Kayla from school. We're friends. Sort of. I just wanted to make sure she got her stuff back"

This had been, by far, the worst thirty seconds of his life so far.

"I suppose the sheriff's son is trustworthy" Kayla's mom concluded, sidestepping and holding out an arm to allow him in, "but don't be staying long. As much as she protests, she needs her rest"

Stiles was too scared shitless to say anything, skirting into the foyer of the large house, trying to make it look like this was the first time he had been there.

"I'll show you up" she said, making her way up the stairs and expecting Stiles to follow, "but keep the door open. My daughter has very little control when it comes to boys. Men. Girls. Women. Anything with a heartbeat"

Stiles felt a little uncomfortable with the causal slut shaming Mrs Hale seemed to happily dish out towards her daughter, staying quiet as she guided him down the hallway and pointed to the room, the door slightly ajar.

"Remember-"

"Door open. Got it" Stiles interrupted, awkwardly putting his thumbs up as just stared at him, unimpressed, her expression more like Medusa than a loving caring mother, sending a suspicious glance to the room before walking away.

Stiles hadn't even realised he had been holding his breath, letting out a big whoosh of air as her mom disappeared down the stairs.

'Way to go Stiles' he thought bitterly, 'what a way to make a great first impression'.

He felt like kicking himself, realising he had made this situation so much more awkward than it had to be, having no choice but to face her now.

He creeped forward, peering his head around the edge of the door as he rapped his knuckles on the wood, catching her attention.

She looked up from where she had been sitting on her bed, cross legged and looking bored, her laptop open in front of her.

"Stiles" she exclaimed, "hey. What are you doing here?" she asked, pushing the laptop away from her as she sat up straight, "and how the hell did you get past my guard dog?"

Stiles chuckled at the refrence to her mother, stepping into her room and was just about to close the door before remember what her mom had said and opened it back up again, awkwardly clearly his throat.

"I dropped the 'my dad is the sheriff' bomb. Had to make myself trustworthy somehow" he joked, taking a couple steps into her room, zeroing in on the fact she was simply wearing a strappy vest top and a pair of shorts, "uh... I brought you your stuff. You know, from your car"

"Oh" she mumbled, her stare dropping down to the armful of stuff he was carrying, "you didn't have to do that"

He shrugged, "it was the least I could do"

She smiled, inviting him forward to sit on her bed next to her which he did, placing her stuff between them, acting a sort of barrier. Especially when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, the peaks of her nipples pushing through the thin material that dipped low on her chest.

"Oh, and this" he added, searching for a distraction as he fished her phone from his pocket, "it's kinda cracked but it still works. I mean, I think it works. Not that I've been going through your phone or anything, I just saw a bunch of notifications pop up and-"

"Stiles" she interrupted his rant with a breezy smile, "it's fine. Even if you did go through it, I've got nothing to hide. Hell, maybe you should've. I've got some pretty awesome nudes in there"

His breath got stuck in his throat, still amazed she was able to be so blunt and straightforward about such things, a blush tinging his cheeks.

She smirked at his awkwardness, clearly getting the reaction she wanted as she reached for her phone, running her fingers along the cracked glass.

"Now, not only does the Alpha owe me a car but also a new phone... I wonder where I could send the bill?" she mused thoughtfully with a playful grin and that made Stiles smile.

"Oh, I dunno... I'm sure he has some underground lair or something"

"A lair?" she chuckled, "you think he has a lair?"

"He'd be creepy enough to"

She rolled her eyes in amusement, discarding her phone to one side as she focused on him, giving him a thorough once over.

"Uh... what?" he asked a little self consciously, looking down at himself - was it him? His outfit? Did he spill something?

"Nothing" she murmured, giving her head a small shake, "you just always keep showing up when I least expect it"

"Heh... is that a bad thing?"

"God no" she laughed, "it's just... last night I-"

"You were hurt" he interrupted, "and you don't like hospitals. I get it. You don't need to be ashamed"

"I'm not ashamed. More like embarassed" she corrected, giving a small smile before dipping her head, "I don't like being vulnerable. People take advantage of vulnerability"

"Well, I promise not to utter a single word about your near nervous breakdown"

"Thank you" she grinned, "otherwise, I really would have to kill you"

"Something I know you could easily do so... my lips are sealed"

She seemed thankful for that, happy that whatever she had shared in those moments were safe with him, locked away forever.

Her long wavy hair was bunched around her shoulders, slightly frizzy from her bed rest as she ran a hand through her hair, pushing in from the front of her face and he noticed the large nasty gash that had since bruised.

"Ouch" he said without thinking, reaching out to brush some strands of her hair to the side to get a better look, "that looks like it hurts like a bitch"

He noticed that she leaned towards his touch, whether she meant to or she did it subconsciously he didn't know, gently pressing her forehead against the tips of his fingers.

"I've had worse"

"I quite believe that" he whispered, running the pad of his two fingers under her cut, the gash easily stretching about three inches wide, "still, this is a pretty neat war wound"

She smirked, "I'll just add it to my collection"

He finally realised just how close they had gotten to one another, the fingers that had once been innocently touching her bruised skin now caressed her temple which she seemed to enjoy, tilting her head against his touch.

He cleared his throat, pulling his hand away before he could move it somewhere a little bit more inappropriate, his throat uncomfortably tight and sore.

"Uh... collection?" he asked, shaking his head in an effort to not get sucked in to the sudden bouts of lust he was feeling.

"The scars on my hip aren't my only collateral damage" she whispered, holding his gaze, "I got plenty of others. Do you want to see?"

Did he want to...?

Oh dear god.

He could barely hear himself breathing through the rush of blood pumping around his body, thumping against his ears as his vision focused solely on her. Her stare, still full of playfulness, also shared something else: something he couldn't quite put a finger on. Was that lust? Eagerness? Want? Desire? He wasn't sure because no one had ever given him such a look before.

He was frozen on the spot, sitting there on her bed, helpless and enamoured by her. Watching slyly as she lifted a hand, the soft tips of her fingers running along her chest and across her collar bone, carefully tugging a single strap of her vest top off her bare shoulder.

He watched with baited breath as the thin strap slipped down her arm, bringing the top hem of her vest slightly down with it, exposing the fuller part of her breast.

"Maybe that's the wrong side" she whispered, watching his infatuated expression as he tried to keep focused on her stare but was unable to, his eyes flitting down to watch her chest as she slipped the other strap off her shoulder.

This could not be happening.

This, surely, could not be happening.

Why the hell was this happening?

Did he miss something? Did he miss the potential hints? Or was he dreaming? He didn't understand.

His gaze was drawn downwards, watching her skimpy vest top begin to slide down her chest, the only thing holding it up was the sharp peaks of her nipples.

"Or..." she continued, her voice full of allure, "maybe they're further down..."

His eyes snapped back to her face just before she tugged the material down over her breasts, exposing herself as she watched his face tighten with desire.

Stiles' mind went completely blank for a few seconds, completely melting on the inside and he didn't know who out of the two of them initiated the first move but he felt a soft pressure on his lips and his eyes suddenly widened.

What? How? Huh?

His mind went haywire as he tried to form at least one coherent thought but his brain waves must've been clogged or something, or maybe he was in shock because a girl was actually kissing him, because his train of thought was in shambles.

He honestly had no idea what to do.

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before so he sat there for a few seconds, stiff and overpowered with emotion as he tried to wrap his head around the idea before the feel of her prescious lips got too overwhelming for him to not cave into.

He always moaned and complained at those stupid rom-com movies where that 'one kiss' made them fall head over heels in love, but now... was that what he feeling? Because his chest burst with butterflies and his head was going fuzzy, unable to comprehend anything but the soft touch of her lips.

His eyes drifted shut, losing himself to the moment. Falling headfirst into the raw and unpredictable passion that was fuelling his every move and thought. Slowly, gently, moving his mouth against hers and was sure a groan escaped his throat.

Oh god... how did this feel so good? He had dreams, well, multiple dreams in fact, about something like this happening but in real life it felt one hundred times better - actually scrap that, one thousand billion times better.

Kayla's lips were soft yet firm as they pressed against his, her head tilting to the side as one hand reached up to grip the front of his checked shirt, crinkling the material as she pulled him closer, their chests meeting with an ungraceful slam of bodies, their need for one another fuelling their haphazard movements.

In that moment, he didn't even care that just a simple few seconds of her mouth on his made his entire body buzz with a new kind of electricity, his slacks becoming uncomfortably tight as he became so painfully aroused he couldn't stop his boner from pressing against his pant leg, the feel of her chest against his not helping the situation.

Then, just a mere few seconds later, Kayla slowly broke away from his lips, her green eyes alight and somewhat confused which made Stiles snap back to reality.

Holy shit - what the hell just happened?

That must've been a dream. It must've.

Did she just kiss him? Or did he kiss her?

No. Surely she kissed him, right? He didn't have the guts, nor the nerve, to do something so painfully out there. He wasn't the kind of guy to shoot his shot.

Despite that, he couldn't help but admit to himself that enjoyed it so very very much to the point where he had the sudden urge to grab her and never let go, push her back on that bed and cherish and explore her entire body, willing and wanting to get lost in her touch. She was his friend, but he wanted to - in that very moment - hold her tight and sink his throbbing cock into her and make her feel scream.

Friends weren't meant to think about their friends like that, were they?

Despite that, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a mistake. This couldn't happen. He wasn't the type of guy to get the girl. He was the sidekick, the lovesick puppy and, soon enough, whoever he got close to would see that and leave. He didn't want to ruin a blossoming friendship over his feelings - or whatever the hell it was he was experiencing.

"Um, uh... s-sorry, I-I didn't, ah... oh my god... I, that's uh..." He stumbled over his words and he almost tripped over his feet in a haste to stand up off the bed - yes, put as much distance between them as possible, that might work.

"Stiles, wait-" he heard Kayla say, tugging up her vest top but he was too wrapped up in his own panicking to take heed of her words, stumbling around her room like a blind man.

"I should - uh, I s-should go... " he stuttered, trying not to stare at her flushed appearance, somehow looking even more beautiful than ever, "...um, I-I didn't mean to b-bother you... everything just, ah... n-never mind, um, I'll see you tomorrow"

He was a mess, walking backwards to the door, bumping into furniture and tripping over clothes on the floor.

"I mean, or not. Just w-whatever... if you're feeling better, not that you have to show up, um... just giving you options and everything... wow, would you look at t-the time, uh... s-see ya"

His words were rushed and barely eligable, grabbing the door handle to her bedroom door and throwing it open, racing down the stairs faster than he ever thought possible, leaving Kayla sitting cross-legged on her bed, holding her clothes up as she watched him leave, eyebrows raised in exasperation.

A/N) ahaha sorry, but I fucking love that. Poor stiles. I could totally see him acting like this when he gets wayyy too horny and doesn't know what to do lmao. A little bit more sexual than the original, but it's big vibes haha Kayla isn't shy, and she knows what she wants and I really want to explore more of a fun, sexual build up between them. So yeah. This book will be more "adult" - I don't shy away from that stuff haha

Alsoooo the sheriff and Allison being the purest stayla shippers is the cutest thing ever don't argue with me hha

anyways; hope you all liked and please please review and I will see you all soon ;)