Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form - sorry for the delay, I had a sickness bug, then covid and then another sickness bug and I've been slammed at work and uni - urgh - but also updated rising from the ashes (finally lol) but yeah, I'm back and I'm obsessed with this rewrite and all the exciting things I have planned. Thanks for the continued support and a big shoutout to guest, guest, Scottken and Peregrina Silenciosa for the lovely reviews. And HAPPY NEW YEAR
To answer some questions, I don't plan on doing Kayla's perspective of the phone call in bedroom adventures, but there will be small flashbacks to it in this book. Also, the plan is, if all goes well, I rewrite this book and the second book, deadly intentions. Not too much will change, but just to tie up loose ends and plot holes and make it more detailed.
Allison's whole quip about her having the whole weekend to figure stuff out before absolutely having to face Stiles was complete bullshit.
Why was it complete bullshit, you ask?
Because of his mild-to-moderate stalkerish tendencies that she forgot to factor in.
The remainder of the morning and into the early hours of the afternoon she spent her time in the basement doing some training, ignoring her mother's continuous texts about a sexual health drop-in clinic downtown that she wanted her to go to, citing she didn't want any more 'accidents'. She ignored them, annoyed at her mom's relentless boundary stomping and did everything from gymnastics to weights to boxing, taking her frustrations out on the equipment, helping take her mind off her ever growing and confusing feelings for Stiles. Unfortunately, that resulted in the punch bag that hung from the ceiling to burst, sand pouring to the cement floor.
She had swept it up, putting the contents into two large bin bags and carried them upstairs and out the front door, placing them next to the trashcans by the garage.
It was then, when she turned around to head back inside, that she saw the front of a familiar baby blue jeep parked on the street, half of it obscured by the neighbour's bushes. Inside was a lone figure – that same lone figure that, as soon as she turned around, suddenly floundered and disappeared, ducking below the windowpanes.
She frowned, dusting her hands off her shorts as she craned her neck to see exactly what he was doing – apart from stalking – and for a brief second, the top of his head did pop up only to lurch back down.
She rolled her eyes, limping down her driveway and approached the jeep, rapping her knuckles on the window. Unsurprisingly, he seemed sheepish and embarrassed he got caught being a creeper, slowly sitting up and giving her a mortified look. She simply smirked in response, indicating for him to roll down the window.
He did as she asked, his movements jerky and nervous as he tried to avoid her gaze.
"Stilinski" she greeted, placing her forearms on the open window as she leaned forward, "for what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Uh… uh… I… I've broke down" he stuttered, his face flushed and clammy with sweat, nervously hitting the steering wheel, "stupid jeep".
"Coincidentally, right outside my house"
He sent her a nervous smile, his eyes darting from side to side. "Yeah… yeah… what are the chances of that, huh?"
Somehow, she knew exceptionally high. Even though this jeep was a literal death trap.
"Yeah" she muttered sarcastically, "what are the chances?"
He awkwardly tapped his fingers across the steering wheel, biting his lip as he looked around, searching desperately for something to say to cut through the blossoming tension. His gaze, more than once, falling on her outfit – a simple black sports bra and matching tight black shorts, the lycra clinging to her curves and cutting into her upper thighs.
"I, uh… I was going to text" he finally said, pink splotches on his cheeks darkening, "text you, I mean. Um…"
"Why?"
"Uh… just to… to… check in…?"
She knew was he was skirting about the very sexually charged phone call they had, not to mention the dirty little nudes she sent him, but she knew if he spoke about it then she would have to face the awkward questions he would ask her and she, quite frankly, wasn't ready for that.
"All good here" she said, playing it cool, trying to push the memories of that phone call from her brain but seeing him here in front of her, hearing his voice, flooded her mind with his gasps and groans and she found herself picturing what he was doing to himself to make those sounds.
"O-Oh. Cool. Cool" he nodded, biting his lip.
Silence fell, that nervous tension returning between them.
"Well-" she said, clapping her hands together, "-maybe it's time you call a tow truck. Only permit parking here".
"What? Oh. Oh right. Yeah" he gulped, like he had forgotten about his little white lie, "yeah, I should probably get on that".
She nodded, not saying anything else as she pushed herself off the jeep and went to walk back up her driveway but her God damn stupid ankle, still delicate and inflamed, probably more so from her pushing herself all morning, twisted painfully and she let out a small yelp, her knees buckling from underneath her.
Her bare knees grazed the gravel as she fell in a crumpled heap, her hands automatically darting out to grab her bandaged ankle to try and numb the pain, cradling it in her grasp.
She vaguely heard Stiles let out a shout of surprise, clumsily falling from his jeep as he hurried over and kneeled next to her, his hands flapping about.
"Oh god, you okay?" he winced, "does it hurt?"
The sharp stinging pain of the initial fall had worn off, leaving a dull ache in its place.
"I'm fine" she said through clenched teeth, frustrated at her body for giving up on her. Hating being so weak.
"You sure?"
"I'll live".
She felt his stare on her the whole time, unnerving her to her very core but she pretended like she didn't notice, trying to stand but when she placed her weight on her ankle it screamed out in pain again and she fell back on her butt, losing patience with this entire situation.
"Let me help" Stiles insisted, crouching forward as he reached for her, taking one of her wrists. She was just about to tell him not to bother, that she didn't need any help, but as soon as his other hand – warm, despite the winter air – touched her bare waist, her words died in the back of her throat.
His grip, firm and reassuring, encircled her waist with ease, bringing her close to his own body as he stood, lifting her with him. He bore most of her weight, holding her tight and, for a couple seconds, her feet briefly left the ground. Dangling, pinned to him.
He must've realised his mistake, slowly loosening his grip just enough for her to slide back down his body, the soles of her trainers touching the ground once again. Yet, despite this, he never let go. His arm still cradling her waist, fingertips almost unnoticeably brushing the skin along the waistband of her shorts.
She wanted to push his arms away but, at the same time, she didn't. A feeling of ease settling her very soul. Especially with the way he clung to her – tightly, but still gently. His hand, very slowly, beginning to graze down her waist to cup her hip.
She shuddered out a breathless gasp, jerking in surprise at that touch, shyly glancing up at him.
Unsurprisingly, he was looking down at her too, his gentle stare full of longing and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on, their noses just centimetres away from each other. His hand that had been cupping her wrist inched up to nervously play with her fingers.
"Uh…" she whispered, swallowing her own feeling of longing, "… thanks".
He simply nodded, his grip still not loosening.
"You can… You can let me go now".
Her voice was quiet and unsure, stumbling a little over her words but what she said must've cut through his current brain fog because he blinked once, then twice, coming back to reality with a bang. His hands, once so sure and strong, suddenly retreated from her body as if he had been burnt, stepping away like he had been caught doing something wrong.
"O-Oh… uh, heh… s-sorry" he apologised, "I-I didn't… uh… sorry".
A part of her wished she never said anything because now she felt suddenly empty and cold being away from him, his body heat that had once entangled her was gone, making her shiver.
She remained quiet, folding her arms across her chest as she glanced back at her house, nodding her head towards it.
"I should probably…"
"Yeah. Yeah" he nodded quickly, "it's cold. You look cold. You should go get warmed up".
She nodded, just about to turn around and leave but she felt this pull in her stomach – a pull to him. Like some part of her didn't want to leave him.
She sighed, turning back to face him.
"I'm training" she said, much to his surprise that she continued to engage in conversation with him, "when I get frustrated, I train. And this whole Alpha situation is very frustrating. I was just about to do some bench presses if you want to spot me?"
"S-Spot you?"
"Yeah. Last thing I need is to get crushed under a bar and choked to death".
"Yeah that, uh… that wouldn't be very good".
"So… do you want to, or…?"
"Oh. Yeah. Yes. That would be… yeah" he nodded, tripping over his words, "just, um… out of curiosity… how much do you bench?"
"Only about 150 pounds, give or take" she shrugged, much to his surprise, "depends on the day. It used to be like 220 but I went a few months without training and lost some of my strength".
"S-Some?"
She smirked, "yeah. Some. Why, does that intimidate you?"
"Everything you do intimidates me" he muttered under his breath without thinking, gulping back his nerves.
"Oh really?" she asked, much to his surprise, "like what?"
"Uh…"
"Well?" she asked, unable to hide her smirk as he fumbled nervously, his hands wringing themselves together.
"You're just... kinda scary sometimes. Like now".
"If you're so scared of me, why do you keep coming back around?"
He blanched at her, totally and completely put on the spot with nothing to say. The usual whenever he was around her.
"Um..."
"Relax" she smirked, playfully punching his bicep that probably hurt more than she intended, "I don't bite. Unless, of course, you want me too".
That quip, the usual for her, made them both stop short and begin to fantasise about it -especially after the events of last night.
Luckily, without getting too hot and bothered, she snapped herself from her thoughts with a quick shake of the head, cocking an expectant brow at the boy standing helplessly flustered in front of her.
"Well?" she asked, "to the spotting, not the biting. I have a feeling I know what your response would be to that one".
She could see his internal panic all over his face and, dare she say it, it was kind of cute. Okay, not just cute. It was adorable.
'Oh my god' she thought, catching herself momentarily off guard, when did she ever find anything adorable? Least of all a boy! What the hell was happening to her?
He coughed, clearing his throat and looking nervously at her home as if he was being forced to enter the gingerbread house from Hansel and Gretel, where the fate of getting eaten alive was on the other side of the door.
"S-Sure" he stuttered, "I mean, like you said, can't have you being choked to death. That would be bad".
She held back another flirtatious remark - something along the lines of how she wouldn't complain if he was the one choking her but thought that sexually dangerous jest may just push him over the edge to no return.
Unable to stop the smirk seizing her mouth she nodded for him to follow her into the house, making sure to give the security cam above the front door a sassy middle finger, much to Stiles' surprise.
"Um… is that…? Is that a camera?"
"Yup"
"… Why?"
"Because my mother has a delinquent for a daughter" she threw Stiles a devilish smile over her shoulder as she pushed the front door open, "and she likes to try and keep an eye on said delinquent daughter".
Stiles stopped as he reached the threshold of her front door, hovering hesitantly and looking nervously to the camera and back into the house, his face tense and full of guilt.
"What?"
"Uh… I just don't think she'd be very pleased that I was back here. Again. After, um…"
"My mother is not very pleased with many things, including – but not limited to – everything I do and everything everyone else does" she joked, "plus, I wipe the disc from time to time. What she doesn't know won't kill her".
He still seemed unsure, her mom clearly scaring the absolute bejesus out of him so she simply shrugged and continued into her house, heading towards the kitchen and opening the door to the basement.
"If you change your mind, I'll be downstairs".
She knew he would follow – the allure of spending more time with her was too great to resist so left the door open, an invite not only into her house but into her space. Especially a space as sacred as her training room.
She limped down the wooden creaky steps, making sure to step over the cable that lay across the third from the bottom step that had her radio plugged in to the socket on the wall, heading straight to the weight bench, loading up the plates on each side of the bar.
As suspected, a couple minutes later, Stiles tentatively appeared and fumbled down the steps, his eyes widening as he took in her set up.
"Oh wow, this is impressive" he mumbled, not looking where he was going, "this is-"
Before she could warn him, the tip of his left shoe caught the cable that lay across the step and he – not so gracefully – went flying, the radio getting pulled with him as he landed face down in a heap at the bottom of the steps.
"Oh my god" she exclaimed, but soon an amused chuckle escaped her lips, "are you alright?"
He didn't stay down too long, probably too scared to look like a damsel in distress as he jumped back up, floundering about for a few seconds before sending her an embarrassed glance, untangling the cable from his ankles that had, somehow, wrapped around his feet several times over.
"That-" he breathlessly pointed to the cable and, now, broken radio, "-is a hazard. A dangerous hazard"
"Yeah, tell that to the genius' that built the house and thought that was an appropriate place for a plug socket" she grinned, catching sight of him rubbing his ribs, "you good?"
"Wh-? Yeah" he dropped his hands, trying to shrug off any pain he had, "golden".
She didn't push, knowing his masculinity couldn't handle the pries of concern after he ate shit and face planted the concrete, so simply laid down on the bench, a slight arch in her back, and reached up to wrap her hands around the cool silver bar.
"Well? You just gonna stand there and look pretty or are you gonna spot me like you promised?"
He floundered forward, jittery and nervous – like always. She could feel his wandering eyes trying their best not to focus on her skin on show, especially when he was standing above her head looking down at her, but she simply smirked, proud she got under his skin so much.
She pushed the barbell up off the metal hooks, holding it above her for a few seconds before slowly lowering the bar to her chest so it pressed against her boobs and then lifted it, somewhat effortlessly, much to Stiles' surprise.
One rep.
"You make it look so easy. That weighs more than me".
She smirked, lowering the bar again.
"If you want to be lifted by me, don't be shy to ask" she quipped, watching him gulp nervously as she pushed the bar clean up, her arms not even shaking.
Two reps.
He stayed silent, hovering awkwardly over her, his hands sporadically fluttering between his sides and following the barbell - clearly, having no idea what he was doing.
"Have you ever spotted someone before?" she asked, bringing the bar back down to her chest.
"Does it look like I partake in any weight lifting activities? At all?"
She bit back her amused smirk, pushing her arms up above her, this time feeling it a little more than before. Still getting used to building her strength back up.
Three reps.
"I don't know. Maybe you and Jackson are secretly locker room buddies" she joked, causing him to scoff loudly.
"That jumped up steroid injecting asshole is definitely not my friend".
"Ooooh, touchy subject" she sniggered, slowly lowering the bar again.
"Not touchy. I just don't like spending my free time talking about Jackson Whittemore of all people".
"But you like spending your free time with me?"
Her straight forward question caught him off guard, watching her nervously as she raised the bar, struggling a little but persevering and blowing out an exhausted breath as she successfully lifted it above her head.
Four reps.
"Well... you're not a jumped up steroid injecting asshole".
"I'm a little bit of an asshole".
"You're cute, you get away with it".
If she wasn't focused on not letting the heavy weight of the bar crush her as she lowered it, she may have flirted back. Instead, she was a little breathless from the exertion, feeling her cheeks get a little flushed.
"You got it?"
She nodded, clasping the barbell tightly as Stiles' hands crept closer but nervously lingered a few inches away - potentially because the bar was resting across her breasts and he didn't know how to touch it without touching her.
... Maybe she should drop the weight and let it crush her... maybe then he would close the gap between them, his hands touching her-
Wow. No. Stop.
She shook her head a little, powering through and lifting the bar in the air for the final time, the burn in her muscles painful but comforting at the same time.
Five reps.
Not too shabby.
She could do better though. She had to do better. Be better. If she wasn't at the top of her game then she was a sitting duck - and that was the one thing Kayla did not like to be.
She caught her breath, her gaze moving upwards to meet Stiles' impressed stare and even though she was seeing him upside down, he was clearly completely smitten by what he had just seen.
"What?"
"... Nothing" he mumbled after a few seconds, giving his head a small shake, "you're just kind of amazing, you know that right?"
"Of course".
"Humble too".
She grinned, sliding down the bench out from under the bar and sat up, throwing him a grin over her shoulder.
"Honest" she corrected, grabbing her water bottle that was near her feet and took a couple of swigs, refuelling for the next round.
"Hope you've got plenty of energy" she said, standing up and beckoning him forward, "because we're about to get really really sweaty".
"W-What? We-We are?" he mumbled, completely taken off guard as he looked at her like she had grown two heads, his internal panic written all over his face.
"Oh yeah" she drawled out, that devious glint shining in her gaze, "if you can handle that..."
A feather could've knocked him over, he was that shocked. His mind completely in the gutter.
"Uh... um..."
She burst into laughter, taking a few delicate steps forward to playfully push at his chest, finding it so amusing to wind him up.
"Relax. I'm not planning on taking your V card just yet" she grinned, "take these".
She reached around him, sliding a box from the shelves and throwing him some boxing punch mitts - much to his disappointment, she was sure.
"... What's this?"
"You put them on" she smirked, grabbing her own set of gloves and Velcroing them around her hands, "so I can - safely - beat the shit out of you"
He stared at her in alarm, suddenly looking like he would rather be anywhere but here.
"What?"
"Stiles - put them on. Trust me"
He did as he was told, fumbling with the bulky pads as he squeezed his hands into the back of them, struggling with the second one. Eventually after several long drawn out seconds, he managed to get them on, swatting the air around his head.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" he asked in doubt, "I mean... I have fragile bones and I'm one hundred percent sure you can punch way harder than my bones can handle..."
"I promise I'll go easy" she grinned playfully, her look telling Stiles that - no - she wouldn't go easy on him because, let's face it, when did she ever go easy on anyone?
"No you don't" he sighed, but letting a small chuckle escape his lips.
"Yeah, you're right about that" she said shamelessly, "because there's no fun in going easy".
Their banter - the quips, jokes and flirty remarks - flowed so easily now it was just becoming second nature to her, not fully realising the forwardness in her tone. Not that she cared either way. Yet it still surprised and delighted Stiles - feeling like he was maybe, somehow, getting close to her.
He gulped but stayed quiet as she showed him how to hold his arms, instructing him on how to adapt the proper fight stance.
"Okay - thumbs on top, arms straight, bent at the elbow, stay loose. Thumbs on top, arms straight, bent at the elbow, stay lo-ow"
She caught him off caught, throwing a perfectly aimed punch to the left pad and nearly sending him spinning through the air
"That hurt" he protested weakly, sending her a wary glance - like he was just realising the full extent to her strength.
"You talk too much" she shrugged, unable to hide her amusement and keep a straight face.
"Well, I don't think that deserves a-oh, ow".
Another well aimed punch was delivered to the right pad, this time even harder than the first.
"Who knew beating you up could be so fun".
"Charming" he declared, "but you do know punching bags exist, right? As in actual punching bag - not ones in the shape of innocent humans".
"Yeah, but mine broke" she replied, absentmindedly pointing as best she could with the bulky gloves on to the lone chain dangling from the ceiling in the middle of the room, causing Stiles to panic even more.
"Uh... it broke because it was faulty, or...?" clearly holding out hope that she didn't beat the crap out of it.
Sorry Stiles.
"No, I just kicked the shit out of it".
"Oh dear god" he mumbled, "I'm going to die".
"Maybe" she teased, sending him a wink, "think fast".
Another jab hit out, catching him off guard and causing her to roar in delight - her loud laughs bouncing off the walls.
Stiles couldn't believe how quickly time had passed in the basement of Kayla's house. It felt like minutes, yet also like he had been speaking to her for a lifetime.
They boxed and sparred, taking frequent breaks and just sitting and talking - though neither brought up the events of last night.
Stiles wanted to - he really did - but he didn't know how to go about it. He had never been in this situation before. How was he supposed to act around her now? Did she want him to delete the sexy pictures she sent him? Did she want to forget the whole thing had ever happened? Did she regret it?
He hoped she didn't because he certainly didn't. Those entire moments burned into his brain forever.
He really liked Kayla - he liked her a lot. What he was feeling was serious. She was the only real girl that he had liked apart from Lydia, so it was safe to say he was completely infatuated by her. And not just in a sexual way. He found himself needing to be close with her, happy to just hang out and chill and listen to her talk. Hell, he was happy enough just being a punching bag for her training because at least he got to spend time with her - a priority, in his book.
Unfortunately, there was just one problem - Lydia.
He knew - even from the start - that he'd never have a chance with her. That and the fact Lydia didn't even acknowledge him, let alone probably not even bother to learn his name. Yet, getting rid of these supposed feelings from the third fricking grade was a seriously hard thing to do.
Despite that, he was realising that Lydia wasn't the centre of his world anymore. She wasn't even at the front of his brain. He was obsessing over her less, barely staring at her when she walked past. Instead, he had found someone else to look at. Someone else to watch. Someone else that made his heart flutter.
Though, if he admitted it to himself, he was still crushing on her - not as bad as before, but still harbouring some sort of feelings for her. Even if it was just the remnants of a childhood crush.
So it was safe to say he was seriously conflicted. Like, a lot.
Kayla had made it perfectly clear through her wall of sarcasm and teasing that nothing more would happen until he was definitely over Lydia - and Stiles understood that. Who wanted to be with somebody who was fawning over somebody else? Yeah exactly, no one.
Yet, how long would someone like her wait? In reality?
She said she didn't date. That dating was not her thing, but circumstances change. She was young and beautiful, the mysterious new girl that caught the attention of the entire school. He heard the locker room talk. He knew how desirable she was. He was far from the only guy that found her attractive. In the social pyramid of highschool, she was the prize - especially since her and Lydia became friends.
Which was something Stiles still didn't quite understand. They seemed so... yin and Yang. Polar opposites. If anything, he thought Lydia may be threatened by her bold and unforgiving presence, her beauty captivating everyone in the room. With Kayla there, it meant everyone wasn't solely focused on Lydia. Although, maybe that's why Lydia came along and swooped her under her wing - to keep her close, assess her and determine if she was a threat or not.
Luckily for Lydia, Kayla did not care about the same things Lydia cared about - popularity, social status and power. She wasn't a threat to her. She didn't want to be the Queen Bee.
Just as well, Stiles thought, because if she had been wanting to take over then he would have placed his bets on Kayla - without a doubt.
It had been a month of having her here and people were still talking about her. He supposed the whole 'Hale' thing played a part in it. The mystery of the fire still the talk of the town. He was only nine or ten when it happened but he remembered the flurry of activity that followed the devastation. His elementary school whispering and spreading rumours about what happened - hell, he was sure even he and Scott partook in those rumours. At that age, it was the most exciting thing that had happened in the small town, his interest piqued. He remembered following his dad around the station as they worked the case, hoping to help solve it.
If only he knew back then what the real reason was to the fire.
The point was, yes, she was a Hale and Hale's got spoken about - both good and bad. But that wasn't the only reason. She was on many people's lips because she was the epitome of captivating. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was just something so enchanting about her. He wasn't the only one to notice. She had been flirted with more times than he could count, and every time he saw it or heard it it actually made him physically sick, his stomach curdling with jealousy.
He couldn't blame them - she was as close to perfection as one could get - but it made him feel inferior. Eventually, one way or another, she would be with someone that wasn't him unless he put the effort in and tried to win her over.
Whatever way he was going to do it, he would get over Lydia and he would get the girl. He promised himself. The other option was unbearable to even think about.
"Uh, earth to Stiles, earth to Stiles" Kayla's voice floated over to him, snapping him out of his thoughts, realising he was spacing. "You good?"
"Um, yeah sorry" he apologised, using the towel in his hands to continue dabbing the sweat off his forehead, "I was just, um, thinking about... stuff"
She had finished putting the boxing stuff away on the shelves, dusting her hands off on her shorts and Stiles' couldn't help but let his eyes wander down her body. The glistening of sweat on her skin creating a glossy sheen down her chest and along her stomach, dipping into the crevices of her subtle abs. Lycra shorts slipping further up her legs.
She caught him staring and he awkwardly looked away, swiping the towel across the back of his neck.
"Thanks for the workout. I needed that" she said, stepping towards him and grabbing her own towel.
"Surprised I lived through it".
"I went easy on you".
"You definitely did not" he objected as she smirked in return, "I almost had a heart attack. Or a stroke. Or both".
"You kept up with me" she pointed out, a playful gleam in her eyes as she rubbed the towel across her chest and dipped it down her cleavage, automatically drawing his stare to the skin on show.
"Uh... heh... um..."
His brain was a mess, forgetting what he was meant to be saying and she simply slapped him with the towel, drawing him back to earth with a bang
"Perv" she smiled coyly, clearly amused by his embarrassment at getting caught, "my eyes are up here Stilinski".
Right. Her eyes. Oh dear God...
He gave his head a small shake, deliberately looking at her with widened eyes, keeping his head as still as possible so he wouldn't be tempted to look anywhere else.
"Uh..."
"Thank you" she continued, "for the distraction. It means a lot. Even though you were stalking me" she added cheekily, her mouth twisting to try and stop her from bursting into giggles.
He sent her an affronted look, cursing the way the blood rushed to his cheeks.
"I was not stalking you" he claimed, even though they both knew it was a lie, "I-I got a flat".
"Thought you broke down?"
She was teasing him, those green eyes of hers swimming with delight.
"It-It's the same thing".
"I see" she sniggered, finishing drying herself before throwing the towel to the floor, "well, regardless, it was a fun way to kill a couple of hours".
To her it was fun. To him it was a necessity. Unable to bear being away from her for too long. It was scary how intense his feelings were becoming.
Her phone buzzed and beeped, something which had happened many times over the last couple of hours but she had ignored each and every single one of them until how, giving her eyes a roll and reaching for her phone.
"Anything important?" he asked, trying not to pry but panicking a little that it was yet another suitor trying to get in her good books.
"Probably just my mom" she said, not sounding too thrilled as she began scrolling through her notifications, "she's been on my ass about going to the doctors".
"About your ankle?"
She scoffed, "like she cares about that. No, she's borderline obsessed with, and totally boundary crossing, anything and everything to do with my uterus".
"Your-Your uterus?" he asked, not really following her words, "huh?"
She flicked her gaze up from her phone, quirking a brow at him.
"She thinks I should go on birth control".
"Oh. Oh" he muttered, his blush only intensifying, "as in... uh..."
"Yeah" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and looking back down at her phone, "because, obviously, I'm going to get ran through by every guy in Beacon Hills"
She tried to keep her voice light and jokey but Stiles could hear the disdain and disappointment in her tone - her mother's lack of trust in her, clearly, still a sore point.
He didn't know what to say to that. Wanting to reassure her but also, still nervous when it came to any discussion revolving sex. Especially with her. Probably because he was the one wanting to have sex with her...
Unfortunately, when Stiles didn't know what to say he ended up saying the wrong thing.
This was one of those times.
"Can't get pregnant from phone sex".
As soon as the words had left his mouth he immediately regretted them. Why the hell did he think that was a good thing to say?
Her quick fingers stopped flicking across her phone, peaking up at him through her eyelashes. She, too, seeming a little taken aback by his words.
The words that were the first reference to their phone call last night - the call in which they both helped each other get off, unable to resist the sexual tension any longer.
"Oh god" Stiles whispered to himself, "oh god. Oh god"
"Well done on learning basic biology" she said after a painful few seconds of awkward silence, her gaze returning to her phone. She fired off a couple of texts, ignoring the situation and Stiles' borderline panic attack, fresh sweat that was breaking out across his body.
Idiot Stiles, idiot.
"Oh. Lydia's having a curfew breaking pool party" she mused, changing the subject, "Hm. At least she's not turning to benzo's this time around. They do not agree with her".
"Let me guess, this is one of her elusive-invite only parties, right?"
She simply shrugged, "I don't know. I just got the message to be there. Apparently Allison needs cheering up".
"Yeah, Lydia's 'invite only' parties are meant to be... exclusive" he said, happy for the change of conversation, "anyone that means anything gets to go. Obviously I've never had an invite".
"You've never crashed?" she asked with a smirk.
"She hires security".
"She does not" she exclaimed in surprise, her jaw dropping, "who does she think she is, the president?"
"Probably one day".
She nodded in agreement, "yeah, her whole fake dumb thing is kind of ridiculous".
He was surprised she noticed, although after some thought knew he shouldn't be. She was smart too, after all.
"Uh... yeah. Anyway, it's kind of a big deal these parties. She might be saying it's to cheer up Allison, but really she'll probably have an agenda".
"Lydia always does" she laughed, "I've learnt that the hard way".
His stomach dropped, the awful realisation hitting him like a punch to the gut.
Allison, newly single. Kayla, still single - despite Lydia's best efforts to hook her up with Brian. Could this be a set up?
"Guess I better get ready" she sighed, "if I don't go, Lydia will have my head on a stick".
"Uh... just, um, be careful" he said in concern, "with what happened last time at one of Lydia's parties..."
She softened a little, a little confused but thankful for his worry even though he was scared he may be crossing the line.
"I never did thank you for that, did I?"
"For what?"
"For being the only one that noticed" she whispered, a gentle smile pulling at her lips, "and, I guess, for saving me from making a really bad-really drunk decision".
"Thought you didn't need a knight in shining armour" he joked cheekily, causing her to reach out to punch his arm.
"I don't" she laughed, "just accept the thanks, Stilinski"
He smiled as he rubbed his arm, a gentle warmth spreading through his body at her genuine expression of gratitude - something she often wasn't vulnerable with.
"Okay, okay jeez. I accept, I accept".
"And don't worry" she promised, "I vow to be on my best-virgin Mary behaviour".
Stiles was right about Lydia's exclusive, invite only parties... even right down to the detail about hiring security. A part of her thought he was exaggerating because, well, that was what he did - but nope. For once, he wasn't.
The person that opened Lydia Martin's door was not Lydia. Instead, a tall man dressed in a black suit was standing there, his face stiff and expressionless.
"ID" the man grunted, holding out his hand expectantly.
"ID?" she asked in confusion, "for what?"
He said nothing, his hand still extended.
"Jesus Christ" she whispered under her breath, "Stiles really wasn't kidding".
She reached into her bag, pulling her driving license from her purse and handing it to him. The man brought it to his face, inspecting it for several seconds before passing it back to her and stepping to the side.
"That's it?" she mumbled, "no special password? No finger print taking? You sure you don't want to pat me down?"
The man wasn't amused, his expression not even flickering.
"Wow. Tough crowd".
She stepped into Lydia's house, passing the security guard who closed the door behind them and wordlessly pointed down the hallway towards the back yard.
She walked through Lydia's house, pushing open the glass doors to the back yard and stumbling to a stop.
Lydia had gone all out.
Wrapped around the pillars and fences were white ribbons mixed with blue, some twisted into bows. Fairy lights were strung across the entirety of the garden, but it was still too light outside to get the full effect. Lanterns were decorated around the pool, with inflatables and noodles also present. Hell, she even had multiple balloon garlands and arches with tables of food and alcohol on the far side.
Compared to her last party, this one was definitely smaller. Maybe twenty or thirty people mulling around, chatting and dancing to the music that played over the loud speaker. Some were already in the pool, splashing about and making out.
"Kayla! Finally" a voice called out, drawing her attention to the set of sun loungers on the far right, both Lydia and Allison laying on them, "what took you so long?"
"You didn't say a time!"
Lydia propped her sunglasses at the end of her nose, rolling her eyes at her as Kayla began walking over.
"Oh please, everyone knows my pool parties start at 3pm".
"You're right. Silly me. I'll do better next time" she muttered sarcastically, matching Lydia's energy and rolling her eyes right back at her.
The strawberry blonde pursed her lips and nodded, pushing her sunglasses back up her nose and laying down, soaking up the sun.
"Hi Kayla" Allison smiled, though her voice didn't have the same chipperness that it normally did.
"Hey, how you doing?"
She watched Allison cringe a little, a glint of sadness seizing her gaze.
"I'm okay".
"She's lying" Lydia interjected, "she's not okay, but she will be. My pool parties can fix any problem".
She doubted that was true, but there was no point arguing with her.
She sat down on the free lounger next to Allison, looking at her friends. Her brunette friend was wearing a simple black swimsuit and a pair of shorts, her long wavy brown hair cascading around her shoulders, a book laying across her lap. Lydia, on the other hand, was wearing a floral bikini with a pink mesh sarong tied around her waist, her thick rimmed sunglasses shielding her eyes from the bright sun as she laid and relaxed.
"Also, why the hell do you have a security guard at the door? Isn't that a little... OTT?"
Allison stifled her giggles, probably thinking the same thing but not having the guts to question her.
"This is an invite only party" Lydia stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "I don't tolerate people trying to crash it".
She shared a look with Allison, both conveying how crazy they thought this whole thing was.
Without even shifting, Lydia piped up a confident "I saw that".
She looked around, only recognising about half the amount of people occupying Lydia's back yard, everyone else being strangers.
"Who are all these people?"
"College students. All from a fraternity or sorority".
"Ah. So all dickheads then?"
Lydia blew out a short exhale of breath, clearly losing patience with her - and fast.
"Kayla, tone down the attitude" she instructed, "take your clothes off, get a drink and try to not get into any fights".
"I can only do two out of those three things, sorry" she quipped back, standing up to strip off her clothes to reveal the bikini she was wearing underneath. A simple, but striking, white string bikini that accentuated her figure and skin tone, fitting her body like a glove. Maybe a little on the skimpy side, but she didn't care. It did her wonders.
Allison peaked at her shyly, taken aback by her bold show of skin where as Lydia nudged her sunglasses down, giving her a thorough look from head to toe.
"Hm. I approve" the strawberry blonde said, "shame the bandage ruins it".
Kayla glanced down at her ankle that was wrapped up, still healing from the Alpha's claws.
"I don't think people will be looking at my feet, so I think we're good".
"That's true" Allison said, nodding her head, "I didn't even notice it".
"Point proven" she sing songed, sending Lydia a smug smile before twirling around and heading to the nearest table overflowing with alcohol, pouring herself a red plastic cup filled with a mix of different alcohols.
She promised Stiles she would be on her best behaviour, but she couldn't get through this without something in her system - better alcohol than cocaine, that was her motto.
She felt several gazes on her but she ignored them, grabbing a couple Krispy Kreme donuts with her free hand and headed back to the sun loungers.
"Those make you fat you know"
"Any weight gain goes straight to my ass so win-win" she shrugged, ignoring Lydia's dig and sat down, wondering why Lydia's 'bitch mode' had been activated.
Maybe she should go back on the benzodiazepines... at least a loopy Lydia was a nicer Lydia.
"She's been off ever since the night at the school, don't worry about it" Allison whispered.
"I'm not worrying. I have donuts. Nothing else matters right now".
"Does it not bother you?" her friend asked, almost self consciously, "that people just... stare? All the time?"
"Stare at what?" she asked around a mouthful of Oreo donut.
"You" Allison said, her brown gaze sweeping across the hustle and bustle of back yard, "that's my actual worst nightmare".
"Meh" she shrugged, "I'd stare too. I'm pretty hot".
Allison laughed and it was nice to hear that sound... the past couple of days, she had been pretty down in the dumps. Scott's betrayal still fresh in her mind.
"But honestly? I couldn't care less. I'm not that easily intimidated".
"I wish I was like that" Allison mused.
"Why?"
"You're just so confident. I mean, you're new - like me - but you don't act like someone that has just had their whole life uprooted. I need some of that confidence".
"A couple lines of coke ought to do that. I'm kidding I'm kidding" she added with a chuckle at Allison's horrified look, "you couldn't handle it".
"Lydia thinks I should get back out there".
"Lydia is right" the strawberry blonde spoke up, clearly listening in to their conversation.
"Lydia is pushy" Kayla corrected with a smirk, much to Lydia's dismay, "what do you want?"
"I want Scott. But after that night, I just... I don't think I can trust him".
"He locked us in that room and left us for dead. Of course you can't trust him".
She rolled her eyes at Lydia, ignoring her input.
"I'm not going to give you advice because I'm terrible at advice, but just do what feels right. If you want to get back with Scott, do that. If you want to flirt with all the guys here then I'll be your wingman"
Allison blushed a little, shyly dipping her head as she smiled.
"I don't want to flirt with anyone here".
"I'm sure Lydia will be heartbroken at that" Kayla laughed, "that was the whole point of this party, right?"
Allison looked at Lydia in surprise who simply removed her sunglassss and rolled her eyes.
"You both need boys-"
"I'm bi, I could take a girl"
"-because being single sucks" she continued, throwing Kayla a dirty look for interrupting and probably for outing her plan, "so yeah, I rounded up the best of the best. It's for your own good".
"So you want us to mingle?"
"Yes" Lydia exclaimed, "mingle, talk, flirt, make out. Socialise"
She didn't know why Lydia was so obsessed with setting them up but she supposed it was the control freak part of her - the part that wanted to create the perfect image.
"Fine, we'll mingle" she said, grabbing Allison's hand and standing up with her.
"What? We will?" the brunette asked in panic, fear spreading across her expression.
"Yes. I'm a pro at mingling. Oh, and I always win the wet t-shirt competition, let's play that".
"W-What about Stiles?"
"What about Stiles?"
"Yes, what about Stiles?" Lydia asked, "what is going on?"
"Nothing is going on with Stiles" she said, shutting down both Allison and Lydia, "nothing. I'm a single Pringle, remember?"
She pulled Allison away, heading to the food table.
"I'm sorry" Allison winced, following her like a lost puppy, "I thought you would have told her about the phone call".
"You mean the phone sex" she corrected with a laugh, making Allison blush.
"Yeah. I'm still so surprised at that. Well, I'm not. I can feel the sexual tension from a mile away, but Stiles just seems so... innocent".
She flashed back to that call, remembering his words grunts and groans perfectly.
"Hmmm... not so innocent"
"Have you decided what you're going to do?"
"About what?"
"Stiles" Allison exclaimed, "c'mon Kayla. You said you liked him-"
"And that stays between us" she interrupted, "not a a word to anyone".
"He's infatuated with you. Honestly, I think it would work. He'd be good for you".
"Are you saying I have bad taste in men?"
"Well... you don't exactly have the best".
"Yeah, no arguments there".
"But Stiles isn't like that. He looks at you like you're the sun. His sun".
She frowned at that analogy, "like I hurt his eyes?"
"No" she laughed, "like you light up his entire life. You do know this isn't a crush, right?... He's falling in love with you".
"H-He's not" she denied, a slight shake to her voice, "don't be so ridiculous".
"The ridiculous thing is your obliviousness".
"Wow. Did you take one of Lydia's mean bitch pills today?"
"Your deflections don't work on me" Allison smiled, "and I wouldn't lie to you. I can see it happening".
"Then you need some eyeglasses" she said, trying to ignore the panic that erupted inside her chest, not liking getting served a dose of the cold hard truth. "And I need to win that wet t-shirt challenge. Let's go".
A/N) A LONGGGGG chapter to make up for the delay :) lots happening, and a few changes. The long weekend between the night school episode and going back to school will be a few chapters... it's a turning point in the story, and I want this story to be much more detailed aka lots more interactions. I'm suspecting this story will easily be 150-200 chapters long for season 1 and 2 and I'm not even sorry about it hahahaha
But eeeeek Stayla is so cute. I love writing their banter, and there's gonna be some spicy drama at this pool party ;) I love exploring Kayla's friendship with Allison and Lydia, and how confident and unapologetic Kayla is. She's secure in her sexuality and is happy to flirt and be free - free of societal expectations. I just love her lol
So please please review and let me know your thoughts and I will see you soon :) HAPPY NEW YEAR X