Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form :( apologies, this took a couple weeks longer than expected. I got a chest infection and was floored with it, then lots of nightshifts and ahhh it's hard being an adult with no time lol
But thank you for all your continued support and all the reads, and a massive shoutout to guest, mcdx025, read94 and Minnie999 for the awesome reviews again, it means the entire world... I hope you like this next chapter :)
Kayla had done a lot of things she wasn't proud of, and accepting Brian's invite - or rather demand - to lunch was definitely on the list.
However, she knew if she said no then the secret could potentially be out. Scott would be in danger. Derek too. Possibly lots of death and destruction would follow. All because Brian wanted the upper hand - and a screw. It was pathetic really.
She was stuck between a rock and a hard place, but knew she had to protect Derek and Scott and the supernatural world as best she could, and figure out exactly what it is that Brian actually knew.
She arrived to the In-N-Out burger place, deliberately making sure she was late just to piss him off, and spotted him in the far off booth demolishing a burger and fries.
She rolled her eyes at just his very presence, walking past the screaming kids, frazzled parents and the obnoxious groups of teens to slide in the red leather bench seat opposite him, causing him to look up and smile.
"You're late".
"Get used to it".
He smirked, pushing his tray towards her, offering her some of his leftover fries but she just scoffed, leaning back in her seat.
"I'm surprised you showed".
"Me too" she grumbled under her breath, "so can we get this over with quickly before I'm tempted to shove that tray down your throat".
His smirk widened, popping another fry in his mouth as his sleazy eyes gave her a thorough once over, focusing heavily on her chest.
"Just checking you don't have a wire" he laughed in response to her glare, "but just to be sure, maybe pull it down a little..."
"I'm not CIA!"
"No, but you're smart. You've already tried to pin things on me to the Sheriff, can you blame me for wanting to make sure our conversations remain private?"
She blew out a frustrated breath, pulling the hem of her vest top down to show that she, indeed, wasn't wearing a wire - much to his delight, of course.
"Good girl" he praised, "now give me your phone".
Her eyes narrowed, running out of patience with him.
"Why?"
"For my peace of mind".
She slid her phone over the table which he reached for, tapping the screen so it lit up, making sure she wasn't recording or on the phone to anyone.
"Now tell me what you want" she demanded, "because I don't have time for this".
"Well make time" he said, "if you want me to keep my mouth shut. Which, I assume, you do".
Her mouth thinned, holding back the slew of profanities she wanted to throw at him. Exerting some level of self control. Although, she was happy to call him every name under the sun inside her head.
"What do you want?"
"A partnership" he shrugged, "I'll keep the secret, if you keep me happy. It's a win win".
"And what secret is that?"
"You know what the secret is".
"Maybe I need some confirmation".
He chewed another fry, his blue eyes holding her gaze but she didn't dare show any fear or worry, not giving in to his threats.
"The secret being that werewolves exist" he said, "your family are werewolves, McCall is one too, there's an Alpha on the loose and the Argents are hunters. See? I wasn't bluffing".
"How did you find out?"
"My family" he shrugged, "I wasn't meant to know until I was eighteen, but with all the murders lately, the night in the school and the threat the Alpha presents, they thought it best I know and prepare".
She quirked a brow, "your family are hunters?"
"No" he smirked, "something else".
"Something else like...?"
"None of your concern".
"It is my concern if you're blackmailing me".
"I'd rather the term quid pro quo".
She scoffed, "you're disgusting".
"Maybe" he agreed with a sleezy half smile, "but I know what I want and how to get it. And I want you. The last month playing hard to get has been cute, but it's getting old now. So I found a way to change the game".
"And if I don't sleep with you, then you'll tell the Argents all about Scott, right?"
"Correct" he grinned, "and I'll sit back and watch with a bowl of popcorn as he gets cut in half. That's the Argent way, right? Or maybe it's fire..."
Her eyes snapped up to meet his cocky, arrogant gaze, wondering just what else he could possibly know.
"Your family always suspected the Argents right? In The Hale House fire" he continued, "shame you don't have any proof..."
"Do you have proof?"
"If I did, I wouldn't tell you a damn thing".
"You're wasting my time" she snapped, "no deal".
She went to stand, her patience wearing thin and her anger quick to rise but he reached out across the table and grabbed her wrist, harshly yanking her back down.
"Stay seated" he growled, "I'm done tolerating any disrespect from you".
"I'm being disrespectful?" she snared in response, pushing his hand away, "you're blackmailing me to get between my legs. How the hell am I being the disrespectful one here?"
"Learn your place Hale".
"No, learn yours" she retaliated, "you're nothing. You're no one. If you were going to tell anyone, you would've told them by now. You're pathetic".
His eyes darkened, those pretty blues becoming as thunderous as a stormy sky.
"Don't speak to me like that".
"Or what?" she challenged, "what are you going to do? Oh right, nothing" she mocked, "something tells me mommy and daddy wouldn't want you blabbing your big mouth".
He stayed quiet, his demeanour letting her know she hit the nail on the head with her conclusion.
"So leave me alone. Leave my friends alone. Keep your big trap shut and go back to your pitiful little life. I'm not giving you anything".
"You'll regret this" he threatened, "I promise you that".
"You don't scare me. You never have, and you never will".
"We'll see about that".
She grabbed her phone from his side of the table, throwing him a fury filled glare as she stood, prompting him to do the same. His anger clearly rising, his hot headed temper flashing to red but their abrupt stance turned a few heads, clearly curious as to what was happening.
"That's right, cause a scene" she egged him on, "get mad. Show everyone here what a psychopath you are".
He faltered, still brimming with anger but with a careful look towards the busy restaurant he realised there were a few pairs of eyes on him, so he reluctantly dropped his offensive stance, his fists uncurling from his sides.
"You win" he mumbled, "this time. Next time you're not going to be so lucky".
"Game on".
With that she turned on her heel and stalked away, not knowing what consequences her taunt would bring.
"Stiles, shut up - you're drunk" Scott stated as he drove Stiles' jeep out of the preserve, considering his friend was completely wasted and currently hanging upside down off the passenger seat, mumbling about god knows what. The half bottle of Jack Daniels clearly not agreeing with him.
"I-I'm not 'drunk' Scottie... I'm tipsy, I'm level headed, I'm... I'm seeing things clearly" he ranted, his words heavy and slurring together although Scott was barely paying attention, his thoughts bleak and desperate. Thinking about Allison and their 'taking a break' situation. Honestly, that was all he could focus on and with the full moon coming tomorrow he didn't know how he was going to handle it without Allison. She was his anchor after all.
"Dude" Stiles suddenly exclaimed, as though in a life or death situation, "where's my phone, I need my phone".
Scott ended up almost kicked in the head as he flailed and fumbled, trying to pull himself up into a sitting position.
"I don't know Stiles because it's your phone" Scott replied tiredly, ignoring his best friends drunken ramblings.
"Ah... found it, I found it Scottie" Stiles said, yanking it out his pocket and blinking at the bright screen. No matter how mad, tired, annoyed or heartbroken Scott was, he knew that, whatever Stiles was planning to do it wouldn't be good. A drunk Stiles could do, and has done, disasterous things.
"Stiles, forget your phone and go to sleep before you do-"
"Shhh Scott, I'm on the phone" Stiles shushed him, wagging his finger in Scott's face as he held his phone to his ear, upside down of course.
"Stiles don't-" Scott tried to protest, reaching for the phone but obviously drunk Stiles was either deaf or completely hard-headed because he just shook his head and leaned away from Scott, resulting in him banging his head off the window.
He had a feeling who Stiles was trying to call considering he had said her name about a hundred times in the space of two hours and it wasn't Lydia. According to Stiles "Five foot seven, brunette with a hint of chestnut and the greenest most beautiful eyes I have ever seen".
That could only be one person...
"Hey, hey, hey wassup?!" Stiles drunk voice echoed loudly throughout the jeep and if Scott was in a better mood he would have cringed at the disaster that was unravelling, having a feeling this wouldn't end well.
"Uh... hey" Kayla replied cautiously, slightly awkward and Scott wondered what had happened between them that could result in this awkwardness. His curiosity piqued as he listened in to the call, prepared to slap the phone from Stiles' hand if need be.
"Kaaaaaaayla helloooooo" Stiles slurred his words together as a dopey grin formed on his face, clearly completely infatuated, "I was just calling you because-" he suddenly laughed drunkenly, cutting himself off and fading away in a series of giggles, "- I dunno why, I guess I just wanted to hear your voice".
If Stiles was going to do what Scott thought he was going to do then he knew his friend would definitely regret it in the morning - y'know, when he was actually level headed - instead of just thinking he was - and sober.
"Are you drunk?"
"Why does everyone keep asking me that" he whined, sticking out his bottom lip into a pout, "I-I have all my fac-fic-fatuities".
"Do you mean faculties?"
"Oh wow, you're so smart" Stiles gushed, "your brain is just, like, so sexy, has anyone ever told you that before?"
"Stiles, you're crossing that line again" she reminded him and Scott frowned, unsure what she was referencing, "we can't keep crossing it. Maybe I should hang up-"
"Nooooo, don't hang up, I was just... I was just giving you a compliment, girls love compliments right?" Stiles asked, his head leaning on the passenger side window in exhaustion.
"Sometimes, but Stiles-"
"You-you have a really nice voice, even when you're like, biting my head off... you look so, I dunno like... cutely fierce, and the fact that you can kick my ass is actually kinda a turn on" Stiles admitted, letting out a long, drunken sigh and resolving into a fit of the giggles again, "and... and I really want to kiss you again".
Scott's expression was priceless, almost swerving off the road as he whipped his head to look at Stiles, his friend not even registering he was there. Genuinely surprised Stiles was being this blatantly upfront. However, Scott did feel as though the second hand embarrassment may just end up killing him before the hunters would get a chance to.
There was silence at the other end of the phone, Kayla remaining quiet and pensieve which made Scott wince.
"... I know" she finally said, "you've made that very obvious".
Scott snorted, knowing she was totally right about that one.
"I like you" Stiles whined in a pathetic drunken voice, "I like you a lot".
"And I like you too Stiles" she reassured, "I'm pretty sure that's the basis to any friendship".
"Nooooo" Stiles insisted, "I mean... I like you, like you... like seriously likey likey you" Stiles slurred as Scott held back a groan - yeah, real smooth Stiles, how many times did the word 'like' have to make up that one sentence anyway?
"I know, and I already said you're stupid for that".
"Nope. I was really stupid for running away from your kisses and I promise I won't ever run away from your kisses again"
"That's nice to know, I guess".
"Can I come over?" he pouted, and Scott almost crashed in his haste to quickly pull over the jeep, "I want to see you".
"Oh my god, Stiles, hang up" Scott insisted, trying to reach for the phone but Stiles ducked away from his hands and slapped them away, both of them ending up in a slapping competition.
"You'll see me tomorrow Stiles, at school" she reminded him, "in, like, nine hours".
"That's too long" he whimpered, "I miss you".
"You really can't handle your liquor, can you?" she chuckled, "Stiles, take my advice and pop a couple aspirin, drink a litre of water and get some sleep. Trust me".
"B-But-But I want to kiss you and-no, Scott, what're you doing, I-" Stiles protested weakly, reaching for his phone back but with his drunkenness and Scott's super werewolf abilities, he really was no match for his best friend.
"I'm sorry Kayla" Scott winced, briefly bringing the phone to his ear, "please forget this call ever happened. He's embarrassing himself".
"Gladly" she laughed, "uh... just look after him. He sounds super wasted and I don't want him choking on his own vomit".
Scott heard something in her voice... something soft and tender, verging on concern mixed with forced humour. Something he wasn't really used to hearing from her.
Maybe Stiles' feelings weren't so one sided after all.
"Um..." he shook off his surprise, batting Stiles' hands away again, "you got it. Goodnight".
"Night Scottie".
He ended the call, pocketing Stiles' phone so there was no way his friend could make anymore drunken calls.
"Excuse me" Stiles slurred indignantly, "I-I was having a convos- convoser-... no, con-ver-sa-tion".
"No, you were making an idiot of yourself" Scott corrected, "dude, trust me, if you want any chance of getting with Kayla you need to be sober when you do it".
"B... But... but..."
"You'll thank me tomorrow, think of it as a favour" Scott said as Stiles just 'hmmm'd' in annoyance before his whole body sagged forward and he fell between his knees, nearly passing out.
Scott rolled his eyes, starting the keep up again and pulling back out on the road. He was terrified for tomorrow - he didn't like what the full moon made him become and just hoped that Stiles would have his back like he always did.
Right now, he needed his best friend more than ever.
Kayla's whole body itched with annoyance the next morning as the shrill echo of her alarm clock cut through her semi peaceful sleep.
It was officially Monday morning, the first day back at school after the whole Alpha incident Wednesday night. And although the thought of returning to school was worse than hell itself, it wasn't why she was so wound tight.
It was because it was a full moon tonight.
She didn't know the whole ins and outs of her biological structure, obviously unable to simply ask a doctor like a normal person, but she knew enough to know the full moon was bad. Like, really bad. Years of pain seizing her body, rendering her basically useless once a month.
Then sometimes, along with the pain, came the mood swings. Not always. Sometimes she was fine. The last full moon she felt okay emotionally. Other times things were not so good.
Today was one of those days, she could tell. Her entire body tight with rage. Rage over what? Anything and everything in her vicinity.
It was worse than fucking PMSing.
Letting out a loud annoyed huff, Kayla slammed off her alarm clock a little harder than normal with her fist, splintering the plastic.
Aw, come on.
"For the love of god" Kayla seethed, grabbing the, now, broken alarm clock and threw it across the room so it hit the opposite wall with a loud 'thud', cracking apart into little pieces.
Yeah, this day was off to a fucking fantastic start.
Without even knocking her mom walked in several seconds later, her pant suit red and bold, cocking an unamused brow down at her and then to the alarm clock.
"What?" she snapped, her bed hair wild and frizzy around her face as she sat up in bed, looking like death itself.
"Don't take that tone with me, young lady. Full moon or not" her mom warned, "it's not an excuse".
She had to physically bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from unleashing hell, the very air around her making her want to scream.
"No trouble today either" her mom continued, "keep your emotions in check. If I hear anything to the contrary, all your privileges will be revoked".
"Privileges like what, being your daughter? I'd rather rot in hell".
The words left her mouth before she could stop them, the full moon amplifying every ounce of bitterness and anger her body held.
Her mom simply sighed, bending down to pick up the pieces of the alarm clock and walked forward to place them on her bedside table, sending her an unamused look.
"I'm going to let that one slide because I know some full moons are harder than others and they do mess with you, but no more free passes. Wind it in".
"Then get out!"
"Not until we talk".
Kayla simply groaned, dramatically letting herself fall back on the bed and grabbed the blankets, pulling them above her face.
"So far, you've been doing... okay here, in Beacon Hills" her mom said, the words clearly hard for her to say judging by the almost inaudible wince she let out, "but I meant what I said the other day. I want you on birth control. I still don't trust your judgement and I won't have my daughter becoming a teen mom again".
That was not the right thing to say to her, especially now. Not when she was already so angry.
She yanked the blankets off her, her glare so full of fury her mom at least had the decency to look a little scared.
"Get out" she snarled, her muscles twitching with relentless wrath, "before I completely lose it"
Her mom wisely listened, realising this full moon was obviously one that meant her daughter was not to be toyed with, let alone spoken to, and threw her hands up, retreating back to the door.
"Just get it sorted Kayla. For everyone's sake".
She watched her mom leave, wishing she could just push her head first out her bedroom window, and grabbed her pillow to shove into her face, screaming into it.
Today was going to be a shit day, she could tell. If she came across any more humans before she at least had her usual dose of coffee, then she may actually go on a killing spree.
She put very minimal effort into her appearance, keeping her hair wavy and wild and changed into tight fitting black jeans, paired with some knee high boots and a simple stone coloured long sleeved Bardot top. Her style at the bottom of her list of priorities today.
Three cups of coffee and copious amounts of sugar later, Kayla stormed up to the school. Fuck that Alpha and his stupid, annoying, frigging villain complex, leaving her without a damn car. If she ever got her hands on him she would tear him apart, limb from limb, and roast his little werewolf ass over a fire.
Yeahhhhh, safe to say she was definitely not in a good mood. Like, at all.
A few people turned to look at her, whispering quietly under their breaths but they soon shut up when Kayla shot them a glare so fierce it soon sent them backtracking and no doubt fearing for their lives.
Her cousin was either a murder suspect or a victim - of course people would talk, but Kayla was in such a rage that if she heard even one comment, hell even one word about Derek, then she may just start throwing punches. Especially considering she still hadn't heard from him and was worried sick.
Unfortunately, she wasn't left alone for long as Lydia located her by her locker and honed in on her like a predator would to its prey, striding up to her and leaning against the lockers with a wide smile on her face. Although that award winning smile soon dissolved when she saw her thunderous expression.
"What's up with you?"
"Full moon" she grumbled, not really caring about what she said and who she said it to, being the complete opposite to discreet.
"Has it disrupted your circadian rhythm and sleep-wake cycle?"
She quirked a brow at Lydia, "something like that".
"Well, try smiling" Lydia advised, "you look prettier without a frown".
After that, she tuned Lydia out. Not having the energy to deal with the petite redhead this early in the morning, especially on an emotion fuelled full moon. Lydia's loud voice fading to the background.
In the distance, she met a pair of shocking blue eyes and narrowed her own gaze, glaring across the corridor at Brian who was watching her with a smirk on his face.
His threats didn't faze her, but his presence did. Especially today. Always thinking he was getting the upper hand.
"Kayla? Kayla? Are you even listening to me?" Lydia demanded, snapping her fingers in front of her face and making her blink, dropping eye contact with Brian to refocus on an annoyed Lydia, "what's up with you?"
"I want to kill everyone I lay eyes on" she snapped, "including you".
Lydia recoiled a little, shooting her a surprised look.
She sighed, "sorry, just uh... today isn't a good day. I don't feel that great".
"Evidently" Lydia murmured, rolling her eyes, "and anyway, don't you have that test this morning?"
"Yeah".
"Well go, don't miss it" Lydia shooed her away, "also, I forgot to mention. My party - that you ruined, by the way - was somewhat a success. I have the profiles and numbers of twelve guys that want to date you. We can go over them after school".
Kayla was too annoyed and exhausted to argue, Lydia's pushy behaviour to be expected as she made her way to the test classroom, being one of the last to arrive considering many of the seats had been filled and Mr Harris sent her an unamused glare.
"What?" she snapped, "I'm not late".
"You very almost were" he replied, "hurry up and get a seat before I fail you on the spot".
She took a deep breath, willing away the murderous thoughts of strangling him where he stood and stalked between the desks to grab one of the last remaining seats behind, none other, than Stiles.
Because of course her luck had to suck that bad, didn't it?
She was embarassed at what she told him Saturday morning, being more vulnerable with him than she had anyone else, hating herself for giving him so much potential power over her. Wishing she never bared her heart to him, or told him he was the one able to pull her back.
She still didn't know why that was, too scared to analyse what it meant.
"Uh... hey" his uncertain voice greeted her as she sat, him turning around to send her a small but tense smile, obviously feeling a little awkward about that morning too. Having nearly kissed yet again.
"Hi" was her curt reply, pulling a pen from her bag but, as her frustration reached sky levels when she heard Mr Harris' snide voice, the pen snapped in half in her hand, making a few students stare at her warily.
"You good?" he whispered, reaching into his own bag to give her a spare pen and some tissues to clear up the ink that had splattered across her hands and the paper, "you seem a little, uh..."
"Seem a little what?" she snapped, "pissed off? Angry? Homicidal? All of the above!"
Even Scott, who was sitting in front of Stiles, turned to look at her in worry, his confused puppy dog eyes giving her a once over.
"Uh... yeah. Yes. That's, funnily enough, exactly how I would describe it" Stiles mumbled, "um..."
"Full moon" she finally said after a long breath, "sometimes it doesn't just give me pain. Sometimes it messes with my emotions. So both of you need to turn the other way and leave me the hell alone before I do something I regret"
"Oh right, the uh... full moon. Crap, uh, yeah..." Stiles muttered, "I'll just-yeah... I'm gonna shut up before you decide killing me in the middle of class would be a good idea... okay..."
Unfortunately, Stiles wasn't the only problem for her. It was the kid in the seat next to her, a petite black haired girl, that would not stop staring at her and Kayla soon felt her blood boiling, her anger quick to rise and bubble over.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped loudly, hands curling around the edge of her desk in an effort to stop herself from body slamming the bitch, "because I swear to god if you don't stop I'm gonna take this pen and shove it so far up your-"
"Miss Hale" Mr Harris' stern voice interrupted her mid rant, "I suggest you stop before I send you straight to the principle's office"
"I'm quaking in my boots" she remarked satcastically, ignoring Stiles facepalming himself.
"I don't want to sit next to her" the dark headed girl muttered, "it's not my fault her whole family is completely insane".
"And it won't be my fault when my fist connects with your face" Kayla seethed, seeing red. Unable to hold back her short temper.
The girl let out an unimpressed snort, flicking her hair over her shoulder as she stared at her in disgust.
"You're going to end up the same way as the rest of your freaky family. Dead and rotting".
"Miss Reynolds, take yourself down to the principle's office - NOW" Mr Harris said firmly, his face morphed into anger as he pointed to the door , however Kayla was a hell of a lot angrier. She could handle insults at herself, but to her family? Her dead family? That was not on.
Her body was quaking in anger and she had the sudden urge to smash 'Miss Reynolds's' face in with a desk. Hopefully knocking out every single one of her teeth.
As the girl, who Kayla now officially wanted to rip open, stood up, she stood up too, sending her chair flying backwards as Stiles let out a desperate noise, telling her to 'stop' but she completely ignored him. He may have become her anchor, but he couldn't pull her back from this rage. She was too far gone.
Before the other girl could even make a move, Kayla's fist connected with a sickening crunch against her face, sending her flying sideways and falling across Stiles' desk, causing him to scuttle backwards.
"Miss HALE" Mr Harris demanded, beginning to stride forward but the Reynold's girl stood up, holding her bleeding lip and tried to take a half assed shot at her but, Kayla being Kayla, already so angry and wired, ducked the punch and sent a well aimed headbutt against the bridge of her nose.
She couldn't control herself, so furious at everyone and everything around her, yearning to beat the living daylights out of this girl for her disgusting words. Her family was dead and she was mocking them? Insulting them? There was no way in hell was she getting away with that.
Reynolds took a desperate lunge at her, looking like a complete maniac, but a tall boy with dirty blonde curly hair managed to grab a hold of her, pulling her backwards as the whole class stood up to get a better look at what was happening. Kayla growled in response, getting prepared to kick out angrily but Stiles slinked behind her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her backwards and holding her flailing body as still as he could.
"Kayla, calm down, it's okay, it's okay" Stiles muttered to her as she tried to struggle out of his grip, wanting to give that girl a well deserved trip to the ICU, "relax".
"Right, that is IT" Mr Harris hollered, standing in between the two girls and looking absolutely furious, "the two of you are going to the principle's office right now and are getting one week of after school detentions"
"Oh, bite me" she snapped, her outburst a shock to everyone in the vicinity.
"Well done, you've just made that two. Want to keep going and make that a month?"
She didn't care, rolling her eyes at the sorry excuse of a man standing in front of her, her breathing so heavy she couldn't even hear herself think. Stiles' grip making her feel claustrophobic.
"Get off me" Kayla snapped, breaking free from Stiles' iron wrought grasp, accidentally elbowing him in the ribs as she did so in which he, wisely, held his hands up in surrender and took a step back.
"Both of you, NOW" Mr Harris snapped, pointing to the door as Kayla shoved her way past the groups of students that had surrounded them, eagerly watching the fight, and roughly pushed everyone out of her way.
Damn, this day had just started off just great.
"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know... desire?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott expectantly.
"What do you mean desire?"
"Like sexual desire?" Stiles replied, raising his eyebrows.
"Sexual desire?"
Stiles resisted an eye roll, "yes, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal" he exclaimed as they stood in the middle of the corridor, eagerly awaiting the answer.
Scott caught sight of Lydia and Kayla down the corridor speaking and just sent Stiles a knowing look in response.
"From which one?"
"What? No... I mean, no-one, neither" Stiles awkwardly corrected, sending uncomfortable looks down the corridor, "just, in the broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"
"From which one Stiles?" Scott asked again with a tired sigh, knowing if he was going to do this then Stiles needed to be straight with him.
"Fine, both of them" Stiles admitted, making Scott raise his eyebrows in surprise, "and don't give me that judgey look. In case you haven't been paying attention lately, I'm kind of in a pickle. I'm trying to get over a girl I've been obsessing about since third freaking grade so that maybe I can actually get some Stiles-loving that doesn't come in the form of my hand or a dream" he exclaimed loudly before looking around nervously and lowering his voice, "okay? And Kayla and I keep having this thing that never actually turns into a thing and if I can just know for sure which way they like me then maybe I can not be a loner forever - you don't want me to be loner forever, do you Scott? Do you really want to be stuck with me when we're forty and I'm some loser virgin sleeping on your couch? No, didn't think so, so please just... find out if there's attraction there. See if their heartbeat rises or pheromones come shooting out of their head or something?"
Stiles finished his long rant, placing his hands on his hips, breathless and overwhelmed as he looked at Scott expectantly.
"Fine" Scott relented, causing Stiles to look at him in shock, "think of this as another favour you owe me".
"Favour? What favour? I don't owe you any favours" Stiles exclaimed, looking slightly panicky.
"Though, after that embarrassing phone call last night, you don't need me to sort out your love life. Drunk you already did that" Scott told a more confused by the second Stiles as he made his way towards the two girls.
"Wait, what? What do you mean? I didn't..."
Scott could practically hear the wheels quickly turning in Stiles' head as he tried to cast his mind back and he just waited for the inevitable that would happen in 3... 2... 1...
"Holy god almighty" Stiles exclaimed in panic and Scott could hear him muttering profanities under his breath as he walked away, obviously now remembering the phone call as clear as day.
"Hey girls" Scott greeted, a little bit unenthusiastically. Lydia sent him a somewhat calculated look, giving him a glance from head to toe where as Kayla simply nodded her head at him, clearly still on edge but much calmer than before.
"Scott" Lydia drawled out, twirling some hair around her finger, "how can we help you?"
"Uh..."
He didn't really need to ask them anything, it was as clear as day to him. Lydia, being Lydia, still did not have Stiles on her radar and Kayla was clearly attracted to him but holding back. Too fearful of feelings and relationships.
However, as his senses were heightened, he noticed something different in Kayla's scent. Something... enticing. Floral and sweet. His mouth nearly watering as he turned to face her, trying to stop himself from inching closer to her.
"What are you wearing?" he asked curiously, much to the two girls confusion.
"Excuse me?" she asked, taken aback by his out of character request.
"You smell really good" he muttered, surprising even himself with his forward behaviour, "really... sweet. Like cotton candy".
"Clearly the full moon isn't just messing with your circadian rhythms Kayla" Lydia pointed out, "do I need to call security?"
Kayla was eyeing him up, now that she was outwardly much calmer than earlier, something in her seemed to click that his behaviour was beginning to get altered by the up and coming full moon and she seemed a little worried.
"Uh... just give us a minute Lydia. We'll be right back" she said, taking Scott's forearm and leading him into the closest classroom, shutting the door behind them.
"Everything is heightened with you today Scott" she said, turning around to face him, "are you okay? Are you dealing?"
"Yeah, yeah I just... I can't get over how good you smell" he insisted, taking a step forward, "why do you smell so good?"
She raised her hands, placing them against his chest to stop him from coming any closer, quirking a brow at him.
"Scott, when I say everything is heightened for you right now I mean everything. You could get angry at the drop of a hat, or equally as turned on. The fact you have an entire school of emotionally charged teenagers around you probably isn't helping. So I'm going to ask you again... are you okay?"
He didn't answer straight away, confused as to why he felt so enticed by her, whatever it was in her scent making him gravitate towards her.
He tried to clear the fog in his brain, blinking his eyes and shaking his head but, much to his surprise, his eyes started glowing that brilliant amber.
"Scott?" she asked, not turning fearful at the sight of his eyes, this no doubt just a regular Monday afternoon for her, "calm down".
He was trying, he really was. Logically, he didn't understand what was happening to him. Overwhelmed with her scent and how it almost seemed to poison him, that delicious sweetness taking over all of his senses.
It was overpowering, his brain focused on one thing and one thing only.
That he needed to get close to her.
He stepped forward, feeling his k-nines sharpen, very much in a daze as she took a step back to counteract but ended up pressed against the door and, as a last resort, reached up to slap him across the face.
Ouch.
The sharp sting brought him crashing down to reality with a bang, stumbling back in surprise and raising his heavy arm, clad in lacrosse gear, up to his face, the skin already turning red.
"Uh... sorry" Kayla said very unapologetically, "you good?"
His eyes faded back to their usual brown, blinking in confusion as he looked at her.
"What... what just happened?"
"You tell me" she snorted, "you tryna put the moves on me Scott?"
"What? No" he quickly shook his head, "I... I don't know what that was. It was like your scent intoxicated me or something. Is that a thing?"
"Beats me" she shrugged, still looking at him cautiously, "maybe the full moon affects me more than I thought?".
"Yeah... maybe" Scott replied awkwardly, "um... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I wouldn't usually, uh... well... I'm sorry".
"Relax, you don't need to apologise. I get it. Trust me. The full moon can be tough. It took till lunch to get me level headed enough to not kill everyone in sight".
"I noticed".
She rolled her eyes, "Reynolds deserved worse".
"Is every full moon going to be like this?" he asked, "feeling everyone's emotions and desires?"
"Yeah, but you can learn to control it" she reassured, "it gets easier, I promise".
"I don't want to feel everyone's emotions. I would have to stay, like, twenty feet away from Stiles at all times. His sexual desires are already weird enough and out of control as it is".
He noticed a shift in her demeanour as soon as he mentioned Stiles' name, although it was slight. Barely noticeable to the regular human eye but he wasn't a regular human, hearing her heart skip a single beat, her eyes subconsciously flitting to the door leading to the corridor where Stiles was last seen.
Oh.
Oh.
He must've been staring because she crossed her arms defensively across her chest, shooting him a half assed glare.
"What?"
Pheromones didn't come 'shooting out of her head' but she was clearly attracted to Stiles, a sudden increase in that silky scent of desire catching him off guard.
"What?" she insisted, almost self consciously, jutting her head forward in demand, probably ready to start throwing punches if he didn't answer.
"Nothing" he said, "uh... you just reek of sexual desire. Like, a lot of sexual desire. I actually feel a little bit dirty".
She slapped his arm, "shut up, I do not".
"Scents don't lie".
"Oh, an expert are we now, Mr newbie werewolf?" she rolled her eyes, "you don't know what you're talking about".
"So, just out of curiosity, does Stiles stand a chance or-"
"Get out".
"I can't be looking after a forty year old virgin. I would rather run from hunters again".
"Out" she insisted, although was verging on playful, "and don't you join the club".
"Wait, what club-"
She had pushed him from the classroom before he could finish his sentence, the conversation clearly over. Although Scott had long since gotten his answer.
Now he just needed answers for himself.
A/N) I had SO much fun with this chapter. I really did. A bit of everything. I love exploring stiles and Kayla's feelings, and even though there wasn't much stayla, it's adding to the build up.
and everything I write is a nod to the future - future events, secrets, etc... and the scent thing is a big nod to the future too. Wonder why Kayla's scent is like that? If you've read the other books you will know haha
and now Scott is joining the stayla club - haha
Big thanks again for your support and I'm excited to hear your thoughts - thanks in advance and I'll see you all super soon :)