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Kayla was not a good girl.
There was no point denying it and, quite frankly, she didn't want to be good. It just wasn't in her nature. Being well behaved, polite and obedient was her idea of hell. The thought of conforming made her sick.
Her entire life she had been teetering on the edge of complete and total destruction and adventure, living life with no bounds. Not really thinking - just doing. Enjoying the thrill and the danger, all with a smile on her face.
Aiden always did used to say she had a 'touch of the devil in her', which was rich coming from him but whatever.
Lydia may have 'done her research' on her and Allison, but it was times like this that Kayla thought she underestimated her. Did she - really - fully understand what Kayla was capable of? What, if she allowed herself, she could become?
Well... if Lydia was going to play stupid games then she would win stupid prizes. Simple as that.
She liked her new found friend, she really did. Lydia was hard work, but there was something likeable about her - even though, at times, she was infuriating as fuck. Like now.
She dragged Allison to the table set up with different alcohols, pouring a few shots.
"Uh... I don't think this is such a good idea..."
"Oh Allison" she cooed, lifting a shot glass in each hand, "this is my area of expertise".
And honestly? Alcohol made everything much easier to tolerate.
She downed the clear liquid, immediately recognising it as tequila - one of her many fun downfalls.
Tequila made her loose.
Vodka made her loud.
Beer made her mad.
Bourbon made her dance.
Wine made her loopy, and moonshine made her think she was invincible. And sometimes drive cars from cliffs - but that was a different story.
If she stuck to one alcohol, there wasn't usually much of a problem. Her issue was mixing. See 'exhibit A' - Lydia's other party. Although that was tame compared to her usual behaviour. 'Exhibit B' - the many many times she ended up getting her stomach pumped.
"Why do I have a feeling you're doing this to forget about Stiles rather than rebel against Lydia?"
She screwed her face up at Allison's deduction, automatically reaching to fill up another couple of shot glasses.
"Have we not moved past this Stiles situation yet?"
"No"
She rolled her eyes, taking the shots one after another hoping - by some miracle - to black out so this conversation would end.
"I've decided to forget about him. At least for the time being" she decided with a shrug of her shoulders, "and alcohol does wonders at making me forget. Maybe you should try it".
She quirked her brow at the table, a hint to Allison to maybe try and forget about Scott and the drama that came with their breakup with a few sips, or gallons, of Lydia's expensive alcohol.
She probably wasn't being the best friend in the world, but she didn't really know how else to console someone. Especially when it revolves about romantic feelings. Her advice consisted of either drowning your sorrows or hooking up with someone else. Not exactly therapist level material, was it?
"It's bad enough I lied to my parents that I was just going over to Lydia's to study - when they didn't even want me leaving their sight - if I go home smelling of alcohol I'll be grounded into the next century".
She shrugged, not really caring either way.
"Fine. I'll drink for the both of us".
Allison was a little wary, watching her in concern. Now, Allison? That was the definition of a good girl. She had her senses about her.
She held the red plastic cup in her hand, glancing around the party. She could tell many of the people were older, probably easily nineteen or twenty. Maybe even older. Their very presence reeked of old money and entitlement, but sometimes those upper class ones were the most out of control when they escaped their parents clutches.
The remainder of the people she recognised from school, some a year or two older too. Others from the lacrosse team. Clearly Lydia picked only the best and most popular.
During her observations they were approached by a couple of boys - or rather, men, she supposed as they were no where near their age bracket - dressed in swim shorts and wet from the pool.
"Hello ladies" one greeted, smiling brightly. His teeth - clearly veneers - nearly blinding her. "I'm Nathan. This is Josh".
They were hot and buff, tall and dark, oozing confidence. Their posture holding arrogance and superiority - like they expected to get anything they wanted.
Walking red flags.
Just her type.
She glanced at Allison, her somewhat shy persona looking at her in slight panic. Undoubtedly way out of her comfort zone.
She decided to take the heat on this one.
She turned to face the two guys, deliberately drawing her gaze slowly up their bodies before meeting their eager stares, a subtle nod to her capabilities to manage whatever nonsense they tried.
"I haven't decided if it's a pleasure yet or not" she said, her tone just edging on flirty.
"Oh, definitely pleasure" Mr veneers said, "and you are?"
"Out of your league".
His friend - she decided to nickname him 'cheese Dorito', the orange fake tan a whole ten steps too far - chortled under his breath, slapping Mr veneers shoulder as if to say 'burrrrrn'.
"No arguments there" he flashed her another grin, taking her cheeky words on the chin before eyeing her up in her white skimpy bikini, "you're gorgeous".
"I couldn't agree more".
He smirked, "do I get a name?"
"That's something you have to earn".
She could tell he was thinking she was hard work, but her experience was boys loved the chase. This almost primal instinct taking over.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
Before she could answer Allison piped up a quick, almost squeaky "yes" before recoiling back into her shell, much to Kayla's surprise.
"I don't" she corrected, throwing Allison a good natured glare, "and, quite frankly, I don't want one".
"Shame" Mr veneers pouted playfully, "because I already feel this amazing connection between us, y'know. Would be a shame to miss out on it".
"I'm prettyyy sure that feeling is just the blood rushing to your dick"
He awkwardly adjusted, a little caught off guard and she took that opportunity to turn to his friend - Mr Cheese Dorito - and slyly offer him her hand.
What? She knew how to play the game. Sue her.
"Kayla" she said, that flirtatious glint returning to her gaze, "and you can get me a drink. The fancy stuff. From the cellar".
He accepted her hand, shaking it a little longer than necessary.
"I could get in trouble for that" he whispered jokingly, "your friend says the house is off limits".
"Then don't get caught".
He accepted the challenge, clearly eager to please, which left them in the company of a deflated and slightly annoyed Mr Veneers. His actual name completely forgotten.
"Give me your phone" she stated, expentantly holding out her hand.
"And why should I do that?"
"Because this isn't a party. I assume you have friends at whatever college you go to, right?"
He nodded, smirking as he clicked onto her plan, passing her his phone.
"I can make this a party" she continued, bringing up his socials and quickly putting out the details of Lydia's house, requesting for everyone to come along and party away their troubles on a Friday night. Making sure to emphasise that nothing was off limits.
"Oh. Kayla, I don't think this is a good idea" Allison winced, "Lydia will lose it".
"Well Lydia deserves a little bit of payback" she smirked, encouraging whoever reads the post to bring their friends and then their friends friends, "just to keep her in her lane".
Allison was nervous. Clearly feeling guilty as she stood and let this happen, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Relax. I take full responsibility".
"But there's a curfew?"
"Rules are made to be broken".
She handed the phone back to Mr veneers, deciding to go a little easy on him and flashed him a dazzling smile, reeling him back in - hook, line and sinker.
"Be a darling and change the music, would you? I feel like I'm at a funeral. Remember-" she smirked, "-the more dance worthy, the more I want to take my clothes off".
He scuttled away, off to do her bidding.
"Lydia's going to kill you".
"Good. Maybe then I'll get some peace from her trying to set me up with everyone. The last person she picked out for me tried to kill me".
"Uh... speaking of..."
She followed Allison's nervous stare, watching that familiar face breeze down the steps towards the pool, a cocky arrogant smile pulling at his lips.
Brian.
"Yup" she muttered, already reaching out to refresh her red plastic cup with the first bottle she could find, "definitely going to need another drink".
As suspected, Lydia was not happy.
Her back yard was overflowing with people - mostly preppy college folk from a few towns over and a few more people from Beacon Hills high. Word clearly spreading fast. Her lone security guy unable to prevent the mass gathering.
She was doing as Lydia wished - mingling. Flirting. Drinking. On the surface, making temporary friends. That was until she got yanked away from her conversation with Mr Biceps, turning around to face a furious Lydia.
"What is all of this?" she demanded in a high pitched voice, "this was a private party. What did you do?"
"Saved it".
Lydia's jaw dropped, complete offence taken.
"It didn't need saving".
"Beg to differ".
"Why do you always have to be so difficult?"
She just smirked, "it's my middle name".
Lydia's lips twisted into a thin angry line, trying to keep her composure but when she looked around she realised that everyone there was, indeed, having fun. She had no room to argue.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what?"
"Rebelling" Lydia screeched before looking around nervously and forcing her composure, "there's a script for people like us-"
"People like you" she corrected, much to Lydia's surprise, "you want the approval and following of this entire town. Not me. I couldn't give a rat's ass. And no matter how hard you try to force it on me, it won't change things".
"I'm just trying to help-"
"Yeah, maybe" Kayla agreed, knowing somewhere - probably deep deep down - Lydia did have good intentions, "but I'm not your lackey. If you want to be friends, quit trying to control me".
It was apparent Lydia wasn't used to getting called out and put in her place, standing there with a speechless expression on her face.
Before anything more could be said, 'Dynamite' by Taio Cruz began blasting from the speakers, sweeping her up into a boogie.
"Oooooh... I love this song" she exclaimed, twisting around and flinging her head from side to side, Lydia watching her warily. She simply just smiled before sliding backwards and disappearing into the crowd, screaming out the lyrics and hyping everyone up who cheered loudly in response.
Lydia stomped her foot in response, elbowing her way through the crowd to a quiet corner, furious her small classy get together had been ruined. Instead, there was probably nearing a hundred people in the backyard, each more drunk than the last. Her pool had become a brothel and the sun loungers were now being used as the place to exchange drug paraphernalia, the air heavy with the stink of cannabis.
What made her even more mad was when one of the lacrosse players shouted over "amazing party Lydia, you've outdone yourself this time".
Urgh. Why couldn't people just follow her damn script?
"Lydia!"
She turned around at the sharp voice, seeing Jackson emerge through the back door into the garden with a surprised and annoyed look on his face.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Kayla" was all she said in response, angrily folding her arms across her chest as she watched all the fun that was happening with narrowed eyes.
"I did tell you she was going to be trouble" Jackson reminded her cockily, his voice raised to be heard over the music, "anybody with the name Hale is to be avoided. You know the stories".
She remembered her and Jackson's conversation before school resumed when she found out about the two new students that would be attending Beacon Hills High. He had been with her when she did her 'digging', straight away warning her that "a girl like that is messy. Stay away from her".
She, of course, didn't listen. Maybe because she knew that if she didn't try and tame her then the new girl could be a threat to her. Not wanting to lose her crown she had worked so hard for.
However, she discovered it wasn't like that. Kayla didn't want Lydia's life and that was why their friendship - albeit new - worked. Unlike everyone else, she didn't want to take advantage of Lydia and Lydia found herself respecting that.
Until now.
Now she was just pissing Lydia off.
She could handle a lot of Kayla's behaviour and quirks but this was just one step too far.
No one outshined Lydia... lest of all outdid one of her parties.
She reached for a red plastic cup and filled it with vodka and soda water, pulling a small clear bag from her cleavage that held several little white pills that she had confiscated from a group of college kids - not wanting her backyard to completely turn into a drug den.
Jackson watched her quietly as she shook the little pill into the drink, paying attention to it quickly dissolving.
It wasn't her best idea, but she needed Kayla to get under control and the only way that would happen is if she passed out and slept it off. She had to learn that Beacon Hills was not Lousiana and her behaviour wasn't cute here.
"It's only GHB" she shrugged as Jackson glanced at her warily, "within the hour she'll be passed out. She can sleep it off in my bed and then I can get control of my party back".
"You get this is why you don't have any girl friends right?"
She threw Jackson a heated glare, not happy with his tone.
"Well, can you think of any other ideas?"
He shrugged, throwing his hands up as it to say 'don't get me involved in this'.
"Whatever. I'm staying out of this. Don't blame me if something happens to her" he said as he walked off, used to Lydia's crazy ideas but not wanting to be steamrolled into the drama.
"Like I would let anything happen to her" she called out to his retreating back, rolling her eyes before striding towards her friend who was dancing by the edge of the pool, many people crowding her - attracted to her energy.
She shoved the drink into her hand, forcing a smile on her face.
"Drink up".
Kayla, in her hyperactive state, gladly took the drink and raised it to her lips, downing half of it within a handful of seconds, carrying on with her dancing.
Lydia ignored the guilt that settled in her stomach, knowing it was for the best.
This was her party after all...
Her act of defiance against Lydia actually resulted in her having fun.
She knew it was a thin line between fun and losing control though so held back more than she normally would. See? Self control!
The alcohol was giving her a warm buzz though, keeping her in that happy delirious state, becoming everyone's new best friend.
She had danced, grinded and did some dangerous gymnastic moves she probably shouldn't have done given her state. Dove into the pool, played every drinking game known to man and, as she had said to Allison, had won the wet t-shirt contest.
Like always.
She climbed from the pool, much to the cheers of delight from everyone else, adjusting her bikini bottoms on her hips. The cropped tight white tee that she was wearing with nothing under it was soaking wet and clinging to her skin daringly, the nipple piercings she still hadn't removed protruding from the material.
Allison came over with a towel, wrapping it around her shoulders.
"See?" she grinned in delight, "told you I always win".
Her friend smiled tightly, pulling her hair out from the towel and rubbing her arms.
"I didn't doubt you for a second".
"Quite right. These tits have carried me through life" she exclaimed, a slight wobble in her legs as Allison reached out to grab her and steady her, "and gotten me plenty of free drinks".
"I've seen" Allison laughed, "you have every guy here wrapped around your little finger".
Kayla sent her a sly smirk, "the way it should be".
"Stay here" Allison chuckled, "I'm going to get you some water".
"Yes boss" she saluted, the feeling of wooziness completely taking over and knew that water was probably a good idea, needing something to ground her.
She rubbed her eyes with the corners of the towel smudging her mascara, the fluffy material slipping off her shoulders a little as she did.
"Life and soul of the party, huh?"
She pulled the towel away, blinking rapidly to focus her vision and saw Brian standing in front of her, a crooked smile tugging at his lips.
"Guilty"
"Not the only thing you're guilty of though, is it?" he asked but, despite the accusation, he kept his voice light, loosely holding a bottle of beer in his hand. His bare chest chiselled and demanding attention.
She couldn't really focus on what he was saying, just drunkingly smiling back.
"As usual... you're making absolutely zero sense..."
He just smirked, raising the bottle to his lips.
"But while you're here, care to explain why you left me for dead?"
He chuckled around the rim of the bottle, his eyes dancing with delight.
"Survival of the fittest, darling".
"Or just a bruised ego" she guessed, his gaze almost unnoticeably hardening at her words, "that I turned you down".
"Someone is pretty full of herself".
She simply shrugged, still feeling hazy, swept up in the blur of alcohol that was making her feel dizzy.
"Don't worry" he mused, "you can try and keep your little secrets but I know what's going on".
"Oh really?" she asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes, "and what's that?"
He smirked, not saying anything except imitating a howl.
Her face dropped, trying to keep her composure but she couldn't help the internal panic that suddenly clenched her chest.
"So... my thinking is we forget what happened at the school. I'll forgive you for getting me punched-" he waved his hand across his still bruised nose and eye, "-and you'll forget about me locking the door. Hell, I'll even retract my statement about your cousin".
"And what do you want in return?" she asked, already knowing the answer to the question before she asked.
"You" he replied, that devilish smile returning to his lips, "I want you. I want you to just give up and give yourself to me. And something tells me that you will".
"What makes you think that?"
"You don't have much family left, do you?" he shrugged, "don't you want the little that you have left to avoid jail? And avoid death by arrow?"
Another sly dig that he knew exactly what had been going on in Beacon Hills. How he figured it out she had no idea. But that wasn't her main concern right now - the how was a problem for another time.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he mocked, reaching out to touch her cheek, "I know you like to have the upper hand but this time? This time I win"
His gaze, sharp and dangerous, greedily ate up her body as he stared at her, bordering on frothing at the mouth. Looking at her like he already owned her. It made her feel sick.
"I'll give you a little time to consider it" he said, his hand trailing down her cheek and brushing across her neck, "but, really, we all know what you're answer will be".
He disappeared back into the crowd, delighted with himself.
So she had two options: say no, avoid him like the plague but the consequences could potentially be outting the entire supernatural world whilst hunters were in town and Derek's name still be plastered across every news station as a serial killer. Or, she say yes. She suck it up and date him. Sleep with him. Whatever. If she did that, maybe for a short time he would keep his mouth shut and Derek could walk free from all this.
Both options sucked. And she hated being forced into a corner and blackmailed.
Despite some of her actions over the last month she had been trying to be better. She noticed a change in herself - a positive change. This could set her all the way back to her dark days.
His proposition was a stark reminder that, when push came to shove and she felt like she had no other option, there was nothing she wouldn't do.
When her and Aiden were in one of their many off phases, she would happily do anything to score drugs. Including, but not limited to, sleezy hook ups with sleezy men. Not caring how wrong it was, or how disgusting it was they were taking advantage of a fifteen year old girl, as long as she got something to take the edge off and dissociate her from her reality of grief and pain.
Handjobs by the bar. Makeouts in their cars. Gropings that lead to blowjobs by the back of the dumpsters. Crossing the line and losing herself to the dangers of sexual exploitation.
There was many dangerous situations she had been in that she didn't care was dangerous at the time. At that time she would have happily welcomed death so she didn't care.
But now?
Now she had a new life. New friends. A new purpose. She had turned over a new leaf. She couldn't go back to being that person... could she?
"What did he want?"
She blinked at Allison's voice, pulling herself from her spiralling thoughts as she looked up at her friend - wanting to confide in her but knowing she couldn't. She was oblivious to the supernatural and she was an Argent. There was no way she could tell her anything.
She shook her head, mumbling something along the lines of nothing and that he was just being an ass, reaching for some more alcohol but Allison stopped her, gazing at her in concern.
"Kayla, you can barely string a sentence together. I can't let you have anything else".
It was true. Her brain, over the last few minutes, had suddenly plummeted into a swirling pool of confusion. Her vision, once blurry, now was turning black at the edges. Seeing three of Allison instead of one that was trying to hand her a glass of water.
She might've replied, she didn't know, stumbling a little and the next thing she knew she was being swept up into someone's arms.
"Don't worry, I got her" Jackson said, reassuring Allison, "I'll put her in Lydia's bed so she can sleep it off".
Allison sighed in relief, nodding her head and thanking Jackson.
He cradled her to his chest, throwing Lydia a glare at her - yet again - crossing a line. Even he wouldn't roofie someone's drink - but Lydia was ruthless at times, especially when she felt threatened.
He carried her into the house and up the stairs, kicking open Lydia's bedroom door and gently placing her on the mattress, bringing the covers up around her half naked passed out form.
He may not like her that much - or really, at all - but contrary to popular belief, he wasn't completely heartless as many believed.
When she woke she thought it was all just a bad dream.
Sadly, she soon realised that it wasn't.
Everything had been going so well... she was having fun, letting loose, forgetting about the drama of the supernatural world.
Then Brian came along, dropping that bombshell and trying to blackmail her.
She groaned, pushing herself up in Lydia's bed and rubbing her forehead. Her entire brain feeling like it was being deep fried. Her limbs weak and woozy. Something not sitting right in her stomach.
She didn't just feel drunk or hungover. She felt like she was coming down from something more - like drugs.
She must have, unknowingly, taken something. Hence the passing out. Her many months clean of those substances hitting her hard.
She rolled out of bed, searching for her phone that someone had conveniently placed on the bedside table and blearily brought up a recent text thread, knowing exactly who she needed in that moment of time.
'Cn I get pkd up?'
She didn't know the time as her eyes were too sore to focus on the bright light of her phone, only knowing it was dark outside... the nearly full moon shining in through the window.
Just a few seconds later her phone dinged, the sharp sound hurting her ears as she squinted and managed to make out the black letters.
'I'll be five minutes'
She blew out a sigh of relief, immediately feeling safe.
She searched for her clothes but couldn't find them, deciding to give up and just stumble from Lydia's room and down the stairs - somehow, not breaking her neck and every other bone in her body.
And that was how Stiles found her: sitting on Lydia's front porch steps, curled against the railing, shivering.
He allowed himself a moment of surprise before switching off the engine, falling from his jeep and calling out her name.
She glanced up, hair frizzy and wild and obscuring her vision, her teeth chattering.
"H-Hey S-S-Stiles".
He couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, unsure why she was half dressed and damp, her feet bare and ankle bandages long since fallen off. Little string bikini bottoms showing off her long legs and a tight cropped white tee completely revealing her midriff, nothing on underneath.
"... You okay?" he asked warily, trying to not let his eyes wander as he walked up to her, immediately shrugging off his plaid shirt.
"Never better" she grinned lazily, throwing out a sarcastic peace symbol.
She looked completely wasted, teetering on the edge of potentially passing out, worrying him to his very core.
"What happened?" he asked, draping the shirt around her shoulders to try and keep her warm, sitting on the steps next to her.
"Lots of things. Many many things..." she chuckled, "my head hurts".
"I would expect it would, yes" he observed, "can I take you home?"
She shook her head, pulling the shirt tighter around her shoulders.
"No. I don't want to go home".
"Then where-"
"I want to go to your home" she slurred, looking at him shyly from the corner of her bleary eyes, "... can I?"
He was gobsmacked, stunned into silence.
"M-My home?"
Her head rolled forwards into the palms of her hands, willing away the headache.
"Feel safe with you" she mumbled, "pretty please?"
His heart skipped a beat before suddenly thundering against his ribcage, a rush of heat seizing his cheeks.
"Y-Yeah. I mean, if you want to then yes. Of course. Anything for you".
He helped her stand, guiding her to the passenger side of the jeep and helping her in, trying to be as respectful as possible but god damn she was so frigging beautiful, her slender figure carved from the gods themselves.
By the time he made it into the drivers side she had pulled her bare legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees, deep in pensieve thought.
"Are you, uh... you sure everything's okay?"
She looked at him softly, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
"It is now".
He didn't know what that meant, a little confused and overwhelmed but let her rest as he drove carefully back home, taking it slow. Not wanting to jostle or disturb her.
Once home, he helped her from the jeep, an arm sliding around her waist to help her down.
"Is uh... is your dad home?"
"No. He's working the nightshift tonight".
"Good" she laughed, "because I don't know how you would explain this".
He smirked, "I'm sure I could make something up".
She held onto his arm, following him into the house and up the stairs like a little lost puppy. Blindly trusting him and his intentions.
He pushed open the door to his room, regretting not giving it a tidy. Yet she didn't seem to care, stumbling towards his bed to sit down as he tried to divert his eyes, the clingy little bikini bottoms showing off her ass.
"Lydia's pissed at me".
"Lydia is always pissed at someone" he shrugged, carefully sitting next to her on his bed.
"I made strangers gate crash her party".
"I'm sure she'll get over it".
She snorted, raising her eyebrows at him, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Are we talking about the same Lydia here?"
"Yeah, you're right. She'll make you pay" he chuckled, "but I'm sure you can handle it".
She hummed in response, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt she was wearing and he could tell there was something playing on her mind - something she was worried about.
He reached out, gently cupping her chin to turn her to face him, not letting go.
"What is it?" he asked softly, catching a hold of her gaze and not letting her break it, "what happened? You can tell me".
She was silent, staring back at him with a new found vulnerability in her gaze. Something he wasn't used to seeing, unsettling him to the core. His imagination going wild.
"... Nothing happened, per se..."
He didn't accept her vague answer, his hand drifting up to cup her cheek. A silent response that he didn't believe her.
She sighed, subconsciously leaning into his touch, her eyelids fluttering shut as she basked in his contorting presence.
"It's just... it was just Brian-"
"Brian?" he demanded, his hand dropping from her cheek as he gave her a thorough once over, "what did he do? Did he do something-"
"No" she interrupted, "god no. It's just... he.. he knows".
"Knows what?"
"About werewolves"
Stiles blanched at her, completely taken aback by that bombshell.
"W-What? How?"
"I don't know".
"Did he actually say it? The word?"
"No, but it was pretty much implied".
"B-But... how?"
She shrugged, she too clearly overwhelmed with this new information.
"It gets worse though".
"How can it possibly get any worse that that?"
"He said he'll keep it a secret and retract his statement about Derek being the one in the school that night if, uh... if I..."
Stiles knew where this was going, a sudden sick feeling twisting his gut and a new found rage bubbling in his chest.
"If you sleep with him?"
She screwed her face up at those words, "he didn't explicitly say that but, yeah, that's probably the gist of where he was going with it".
Stiles had always known Brian was a creep and a complete and utter slimeball, but doing something like this? This was crossing the line. This was absolutely disgusting. His obsession with Kayla now getting dangerous.
"That bastard" he cursed, "he's sick".
She stayed silent, pursing her lips as she thought.
"You obviously told him to go fuck himself, right?" he asked, "... right?"
"I didn't say anything" she shrugged, "for once, I didn't know what to say".
"You say 'go fuck yourself', that's what you say".
"Stiles... he knows" she said slowly, "you're new to this. You don't get it. Him knowing about the supernatural is more dangerous than you can comprehend. He knows of my involvement and I'm sure he knows about yours and Scott's too. It doesn't take a genius to add the pieces together. He could do a lot of damage with this information".
"I don't care" he said, shaking his head, "I don't care about any of that. I care about you not getting blackmailed into having sex with that asshole".
She was watching him carefully, a little surprised at his visceral reaction to her words but he was sure something changed in her eyes... something he couldn't pinpoint, but something that made him feel warm and calm on the inside.
She slowly reached out, the palm of her hand pressing against his chest, directly opposite his heart. Her thumb sweeping out to caress his tee, almost as if she was reassuring him.
"Stiles..." she whispered almost inaudibly, "you... you're making things complicated".
He was breathless by her touch, his heartbeat racing all that much more. Helpless to the effect she had on him.
"... H-How?"
She avoided his stare, instead choosing to focus on watching the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, swept up in the rhythm of his heart. Her drunk mind a mess, her thoughts struggling to be coherent.
"... Because I... I... I like you" she murmured, taking a deep breath and allowing her eyes to flicker up to meet his, "and... and I can't stop myself from liking you".
He was frozen to the spot, holding her stare. Unable to think or do anything in response to those words. Almost sure his brain just imagined those words falling from her lips.
Because how in the hell did Kayla Hale like him?
She shuddered out a breath, looking almost relieved it was off her chest, the flat palm that was resting against his heart curling to grip at his tee, bringing him closer.
"I wasn't meant to like you..." she continued quietly, "I wasn't meant to like anyone. I... I'm damaged. I'm broken. I... I ruin people. And I don't want to ruin you..."
He could see new tears stinging her eyes, fresh waves of emotion washing over her. Her drunk brain unable to regulate all the the things she was feeling in that moment.
Their faces were just centimetres apart, her lips so tantalisingly close he wanted nothing more than to close the gap... her allure almost too much. The warmth of her body, mostly bare skin, inching closer to him. His arms aching to sweep her up and never let go.
He could have everything he wanted right now. He could have her and be the happiest he had ever been. All he had to do was close the distance between them, turning his dream into reality.
Her lips, soft and full, brushed against him and he almost blacked out, surges of pleasure radiating through his body. His fingers, eagerly searching for her, brushed her cheek, aching to bring her towards him.
But no... he couldn't. Not like this. It would be wrong.
He shuddered out a helpless breath, wondering if his self control was strong enough to resist her.
"... I... I can't" he whispered, giving his head a small shake, "not like this. Not when you're drunk. It wouldn't be right".
A ghost of a smile drifted across her lips, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead into his cheek, soaking up his comfort had presence.
"I know..." she replied, "that's why you're one of the good ones. No one's ever cared before".
He could tell she was reminiscing about her past - a past that he knew was filled with trauma and mistakes - so simply coaxed her into bed, tucking the blankets around her.
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?" he replied, sitting next to her and brushing some hair from her face, his knuckles dusting along her cheekbone.
"... Thank you"
"Anytime" he promised, "I'll always be here for you. I promise".
A/N) AHHHHHH IM ACTIVELY DYING OH MY GODDDD SEE? THIS REWRITE IS SOOOO AHHHHHH. The build up is incredible haha so much happened in this. Lydia what the hell, and Brian knows AHHHH he's such a sleezeball but oh my god stiles is perfect isn't it? Stayla is happening yasssss
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