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This was it. This was the moment that catapulted her down the road of what was meant to be... her fated life.
Of course, she didn't know that now. When she gave in and gave up, throwing herself at him in desperation, she couldn't foresee everything that would follow. Blind to the possibilities and the consequences of letting him into her life. Not having any expectations or hopes. In this singular point of time just enjoying the moment, too wrapped up in it to think of anything else.
She was hot. Her skin burning despite the cool night air. The soft fluffy material of her jumper dress suddenly too constricting and heavy against her body. Desperate to rip it off and and be free.
His hands, warm and comforting, held her cheeks - his soothing thumbs caressing her skin. Holding her close and not letting go, something she greatly welcomed. Her body, pressed tight against him, swayed a little as she balanced on her tip toes, fisting his shirt.
His mouth was the greatest comfort she had ever felt. For some reason, it felt like home. Losing herself to his lips and the beautiful release it offered - release from the hardships of life, of grief, of pain. Suspended in bliss.
She craved him. She craved more.
Cravings were something she knew very well. Over the course of her short life she had craved acceptance and understanding, love and reassurance and worst of all the need for substances to fill the void in her heart.
That's what this felt like.
As if Stiles was her very own personal brand of heroin - but better, much better.
She had resisted for long enough and now she was indulging - consequences be damned.
She was forceful and dominant, leading the kiss with such intensity it left his head spinning and knees weak. Completely breathless and overwhelmed by the feel of her, every inch of her body tight against his as she slid her hands down his chest to grab his belt loops and pull him even closer.
He gasped in surprise, their lips breaking apart as she inclined her head down and nipped at his neck, the edge of her teeth playfully dragging along his heated skin before kissing just above his thundering pulse point.
Stiles' eyes rolled backwards, the curve of his head slamming into the tree trunk as he groaned under his breath, slipping into complete and utter heaven. His hands, shaky and clingy, threaded into her hair, coaxing her into more neck kisses. Unable to stop the whimper that escaped his mouth when she bit his skin, pulling it between her lips.
Anything could've happened around them right now - even an asteroid hitting earth - and neither of them would've noticed. Too wrapped up in the feel of one another to care about anything else.
She had left marks on his neck, tilting her head up and capturing his lips once again, leaving him helpless. Unable to think straight as she spun them around by his belt loops and pulled him close, the bark of the tree now digging into her back. Pushing his hands down her body until they settled against her thighs.
He seemed hesitant, unsure what to do so she simply coaxed his grip down further until his fingers brushed the bare skin of her thighs.
He broke the kiss, looking down at her in shock. His eyes asking her if she was really okay with this, his touch not moving. Her response was the greenest light she could give - taking his wrists and sliding his hands under her dress until they settled on the curve of her ass, the skimpy thong she was wearing giving his all the access he could want.
Those beautiful long eyelashes of his fluttered, letting out a shaky breath as he pressed his forehead against hers, peering deep into her soul. His usual honey brown eyes looked pitch black from lust, his grip slowly kneading her ass.
Somehow she ended up in his arms as he effortlessly picked her up, her legs wrapping around his hips as pinned her against the tree and begun kissing her again, the desperation and yearning spilling out into rough grabs and loud moans, her hands dropping to start working on his belt buckle.
He let her. Allowing her to unclasp his belt and pop the button on his slacks, dragging the zipper all the way down. His pants loose on his hips as she revelled in the feeling of closeness, yearning to feel his skin. To have him on her, inside her... to have him fill her so completely she felt like she was splitting apart.
In the chaos, he stumbled. Falling backwards to the leafy ground but their lips didn't stop, feverish and bordering on anguished as she revolved her hips, basking in the shooting piques of pleasure coursing through her body. The flimsy cottons of their underwear the only barrier to complete gratification.
And maybe it would have happened.
Maybe they would have gone all the way and gave in to their out of control teenage hormones.
Maybe, if it wasn't for her phone ringing, their bodies would've become one, relenting to the sexual tension.
The high shrill ring of her phone, combined with the infuriating vibrating, cut through her bliss like a cold sharp knife and she pulled back, realising what had just happened.
Her eyes widened, meeting Stiles' equally surprised stare as he peered up at her, his clothes ruffled and lips red and puffy as she wordlessly reached into her jumper dress pocket and pulled out her phone.
Typical - it was her mom. The cockblocker.
She swallowed, wiping at her mouth before pressing the green button and lifting the phone to her ear, hyper aware of Stiles quivering underneath her. His large bulge pressed hard and erect against the inside of her thigh.
"Kayla?" her mom's disapproving voice carried through the phone, "where are you? It's late!"
"Uh..."
"And it's a school night. I want you back here - now. We have guests".
"... Huh?"
"Jane and Tabby. She finally left that useless lump, so they'll be staying with us for a while".
Her brain still wasn't really understanding what her mom was saying, as if she was a computer that had been unplugged and restarted, taking its time to reboot.
"Kayla!" her mom snapped, "wherever you are, leave. Get home. Your aunt wants to see you"
"Uh... yeah. Yeah. Sure" she mumbled, the words still taking their time to process, "I'll be... just coming..."
"Good. Hurry up".
With that her mom ended the call, leaving Kayla more confused than ever and forced to face a very surprised and very dumbfounded Stiles who was looking up at her in adorable perplexity.
She wordlessly pocketed her phone, biting her lip as she met his gaze.
"So... uh..."
"... Yeah..." he breathed out, splayed on the ground as he lifted a hand to scratch his cheek, "that was, uh..."
"A mistake?"
"What? No" he rushed out, quickly shaking his head, "definitely not. Was it a mistake for you?"
"Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know" she mumbled, "I don't know what this means".
"What do you want it to mean?"
"... I don't know" she whispered, "you're... you're Stiles"
"And you're Kayla".
"Exactly. I'm... I'm Kayla" she muttered, realising that the Kayla she was and had been would never let herself get so split open with feelings.
"Are we having a little insomniac moment here, or...?" he chuckled, trying to limit the awkwardness.
She stayed quiet, for the first time in a long time not being able to find the right words. Completely and utterly speechless.
"Hey" he whispered, reaching up to touch her cheek as she subconsciously leant into his hold, "I like you. I like you a lot. I meant what I said... I've never felt like this before".
"I know. Nor have I".
"You... you mean that?" he asked in surprise, his eyebrows rising high into his forehead.
"Does that surprise you?"
"Well... yeah" he said, "look at you. You're fricking gorgeous. You could have anyone or everyone you ever wanted".
That was the problem. She wasn't seen as anything but a pretty girl... no one taking the time to get to know her.
It only he knew the full extent of her past, maybe he would be more put off.
She stood, tugging down her purple jumper dress and wiping the leafs and twigs from her knees and dress, aware of Stiles pushing himself up on his elbows and watching her carefully.
"I don't understand it. These feelings" she explained, "it's bizarre and overwhelming and scary and everything inbetween. I didn't think I could ever let myself feel these things again... since Aiden, I... I got fucked up. Stiles, I am fucked up in the head. I can't do a healthy relationship because I don't know what one is".
She laughed it off and joked about it most of the time, but those months with Aiden were truly hell. He was an escape from grief, but he lead her down the road of pain and shame. They would argue and lash out at one another, get physical, say the worst things you could say to another person before embarking on hours of hate filled, drugged up to your eyeballs kind of nasty and deranged sex.
When it wasn't Aiden, it was anyone else. Letting herself get used and abused in exchange for 'favours'. Or getting so drunk at parties since she was thirteen years old she would use physical affection and attraction for compensation that she never felt truly comfortable in her life. Hyper sexual and overly bold, flaunting her sexuality - not because she was confident but because she was traumatised and broken and unable to deal. Someone once said she was substituting the brief gratification she got from physical pleasure for her lack of stability - both emotionally and in her home life. Constantly feeling like she was on the outside looking in.
She didn't buy into all that psychology crap for the most part, but it did make sense. Hurt people hurt people, that was the saying right? She spent most of her life hurting and took it out on herself and others. A viscious cycle with no end or exit.
Stiles, sensing her confoundment, rushed to stand up, his lanky limbs jittery and quick.
"You're scared, I get that" he nodded, "and I know I can't even begin to understand the crap you've been through but I want to try. I want to get to know you. I want you to let me in. And what I feel for you... it isn't temporary. It's real. This is real".
She wanted to believe him, she really did, but if she let him in and she gave in to her feelings, what if, down the line, he hurt her? What if the real her - buried deep under the mask she showed to the world - wasn't enough for him?
What if she wasn't enough for him?
He inched closer, cautiously approaching like she was an injured wild animal that could take off at any moment and gently took her hands, their fingers interlocking.
Such a simple, kind hearted and caring gesture with no pressure or strings attached - just an offer of support through her worry and tribulation.
"I'm trouble" she whispered, "I'm not the kind of girl you get involved with unless you want a world of pain and chaos".
It's what people had told her time and time again. That she was drawn to trouble and the chaos it ensued. Thriving in amongst all the drama and recklessness, like she was a slave to negativity.
"Why do you talk about yourself like that?" he asked, his face tense like he was in physical pain asking that question, "so... derogatively? Belittling yourself?"
"... Because it's true" she said simply, "everyone-"
"Not everyone" he interrupted, shaking his head, "not me. Whoever says that to you is wrong".
She appreciated the sentiment, but was he right?
"You're... amazing" he continued, his soft gaze soaking up every bit of her face as he looked deep into her heart and soul, "you're perfect - in your own beautiful way. Whoever can't see that is their loss".
He was always so kind and gentle with her, telling her the sweetest things that would normally make her cringe but with him it was different. It wasn't forced, it wasn't overly cheesy, it wasn't just said to get into her pants. She could tell he wholly meant it.
He squeezed her hands, bringing her back to the present.
"I would never hurt you" he promised, "I just want to make you smile".
Okay, maybe that was cheesy but it did, in fact, make her smile, the small quirk of her lips not going unnoticed by Stiles.
"There's that smile I love so much" he teased, glad she was coming out of her shell, "see? It's not so bad... the idea of you and me..."
"There's so much you don't know about me though".
"Doesn't matter" he said, shaking his head, "you are who you are now and I'm in awe of that person. I don't care about your past".
"You might though" she propositioned, but he immediately shook his head, not letting go of her hands.
"I won't" he reassured.
She glanced down, taking in a slow deep breath.
"Your first kiss was me" she said, "you've never... you've never experienced anything else. And I'm not innocent. I've been with a lot of people. Some not so good people. And sometimes not for the right reasons..."
It was a normal part of life, that sexual aspect, but she wondered if he would resent her for that. For giving herself away so freely when he was so pure. Aiden might have been the only one she let in and actually had sex with, but all the others were still full on.
The parties that would always get out of control. The spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Making out with and getting off with countless people just to make her feel something. Sneaking into college fraternities and flirting with much older guys that, in retrospect, shouldn't have been so pushy with a fourteen year old but she didn't care at the time. Sharing a spliff and ending up so chilled out she didn't care about reckless hook ups. Or, so fucked in the head from drugs and desperate for her next hit, she would pay for her little bag of white powder with sexual favours from men that did nothing but use and hurt her. Men that would treat her like dirt and use her mouth until she couldn't breathe, the shame making her sick to the stomach and vomit after but she would soothe herself with her next hit, numbing the pain. Wanting out of rehab, feeling imprisoned and claustrophobic, desperately offering her body to the security guards if they would just let her out - miraculously, they didn't take her up on that offer but they could've and, at the time, she didn't care. She didn't care about giving others a piece of herself because she didn't feel worthy of much else.
At this point, wasn't she just damaged goods?
He let go of her hands, tilting her chin up with the pads of his fingers as he slowly leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, enticing a purr of pleasure from her throat.
This kiss wasn't like before. It wasn't the burning hot, sizzling fire that left her hungry for more. It was slow and sweet and barely there, the faintest pressure against her mouth. Every part of her body relaxing, like he was drawing out every negative thought she had ever had.
"Would I kiss you if I cared about that stuff?" he mumbled against her lips, not wanting to break apart, "plus... you're right. I'm severely inexperienced. You can teach me a thing or two I hope".
His voice was lighthearted and humourous, trying to inject a little bit of 'funny' into the sitution and she simply laughed, her warm sweet breath brushing across his face.
"No, I could teach you a lot" she smirked, "more than your pretty little head could imagine".
His eyes widened, not hiding his arousal. "That sounds... unbelievably good".
"Careful Stiles" she chuckled, "you're drooling".
"Over you? All the damn time".
She rolled her eyes but enjoyed how completely and utterly whipped he was for her right now, basking in the glow of confidence it gave her.
"Yeah, you're not very subtle about it either" she joked.
"Obvious is my middle name" he said, before biting his lip, "uh... so are we... are we like 'together' now?"
"Together?" she frowned in confusion, "what do you mean?"
"Like... like boyfriend and girlfriend...?"
"Oh. That kind of together" she murmured in realisation, "um... I don't know. Do we have to label it?"
"It's usually something people do. I mean... labels are good. Labels define things. Labels show other people things. Labels are a good thing in my book".
"Labels sound serious" she added, a little freaked out by the thought.
"They don't have to be" he rushed out, followed by a nervous chuckle, "they're really just a description when you think about it".
That fear was returning, slowly strangling her to the point of breathlessness.
"I don't date" she reminded him, watching his face fall, "but, uh... maybe I could, um... maybe I could date you..."
He perked up, like a puppy on steroids.
"Casually" she added with emphasis, a shy smile on her face, "just... see how it goes. The 'us' thing. No big scary labels okay?"
"I can do that" he nodded quickly, "anything you want".
"Anything?" she smirked, her voice dripping with such delicious seduction it caught him off guard, taken aback by her confident flirting.
He didn't know what to say, left to nod helplessly.
The quirk of her lips turned sultry, her bright green gaze dazzling with playfulness as she inched closer to him, peering up at him through her eyelashes.
"Drop your pants" she whispered, her warm breath tickling his lips and although her voice was soft it held an underlying note of dominance in it, sending a pleasurable shiver up his spine.
"D-Drop my...? As in my...?" he stuttered, his imagination running wild.
She simply bit her lip, nodding up at him.
He gulped loudly, his shaky hands pushing his already loose and unbuttoned slacks from his hips so they pooled around his feet.
Her eyes didn't break contact with his own, tilting her head to the side so she could brush her lips against his.
"Close your eyes..."
He didn't dare try to speak again, unable to find any words at all let alone the right ones, his sixteen years of education and development flying out the window as he did as she asked, breaking out in a hot sweat. Basking in the complete darkness as he waited for her, tense and shivering.
A second passed, then two. Soon five, six then seven and just when he was about to lose it to the anticipation did he hear her laugh but it sounded farther away, echoing around the trees.
"Catch me if you can, Stilinski".
His eyes flew open, jerking in surprise as he realised she was no where to be seen, disappearing into the night.
"Wait, what-"
He went to take off after her, completely forgetting that his pants were tangled around his ankles and he went flying forward, landing face first in a pile of leafs.
She must have seen him fall because her delighted laugh rung around him as he scrambled to stand, blushing in embarrassment as he ended up falling again, his lanky legs unable to untwist themselves.
"Oh, you're going to pay for this Kaylz" he called out, finally able to stand as he clumsily pulled his pants back up, rushing to buckle them.
"I hope so" was her provocative reply, enticing him to chase her through the woods and all the way to the embankment along the residential area where she was waiting for him, leaning against a lamppost.
"That... was... mean..." he gasped, fighting for his breath.
"Maybe. But it was funny" she shrugged, stifling her laugh with one hand, "what were you expecting, a blowjob?"
"Expecting? No. Hoping?..."
She playfully slapped his chest, giggling to herself.
"Play your cards right and maybe".
His eyebrows shot up, completely taken aback by those words.
"What?" she smirked, "if you want to hold hands and pass love notes in class, you're 'casually seeing' the wrong girl. I don't do innocent".
"Uh... heh..."
She was clearly loving getting under his skin, unable to hide her amusement.
"Why do you enjoy torturing me so much?" he whined.
"Because I love watching you squirm".
"Hm" he smirked, "squirm you say?"
He slowly got closer to her, a mischievous glint in his eyes that she picked up on, taking step back.
"Whatever you're going to do-"
He didn't let her finish, reaching out to grab her waist and pull her forward, tickling her sides as she broke out into hysterical laughs and shrieks that was like music to his ears, squirming and flopping in his grip before escaping, slapping his hands away.
"That was uncalled for" she laughed, catching her breath as he grinned.
"Payback".
Her phone started ringing again, cutting between them and causing her to roll her eyes as she pulled her phone from her pocket, not even having to look at the called ID before answering it, knowing exactly who it would be.
"Yes mom?" she sighed.
"Where are you?" her mom demanded, impatient and suspicious, "I told you I wanted you home, not out there doing God knows what".
"I'm on my way. No car, remember?" she snarked.
"Don't take that tone with me young lady or you won't be getting a new car anytime soon. Hurry up before Tabby has to go to bed".
"Okay, okay. I'll be ten minutes".
She ended the call, although bitter at her mom, excited that she was now sharing a house with her aunt and cousin - no longer alone with the wicked witch of the west.
"You're being summoned?"
"Yeah. My aunt and cousin are here" she replied with a smile.
"Your aunt?" Stiles asked with a frown, "you have an aunt? An alive one?"
"Yeah, have I not mentioned them before?" she asked, beginning to walk down the sidewalk as Stiles followed, their paces matching and in sync.
"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell".
"She's my mom's sister".
"Oh, double trouble" he laughed nervously.
"She's actually the complete opposite of my mom" she smiled, "she's warm and kind and kind of all over the place. Homely, but a little unorganised and chaotic. She used to be big on the hippie lifestyle - dope and all" she added, "a free spirit. I grew up wishing she was my mom".
"And your cousin...?"
"Tabitha. Tabby" she said, "she's five. She's the only kid I don't hate with every fibre of my being".
"And they're here visiting?"
"Living with us for a bit, I guess. I don't know. Mom said she finally left that douche Ron - which, by the way, has been a long time coming".
He was happy she seemed happy, a subtle skip in her step as she rushed home. Not even realising she was opening up to him - a lot. Little things she was now telling him that she wouldn't have before.
"I suppose I'll have to share you then".
"Just for tonight" she winked, "tomorrow's a new day"
He reached down, the back of his hand brushing against hers which caused her to cock an eyebrow at him.
"Are you trying to hold my hand?"
"Is that a bad thing?"
"It's a third grade thing" she chuckled, "and kind of cheesy".
"It's not cheesy" he defended, before realising - yes, in fact, it probably was. "Okay, maybe it's a little bit cheesy but it's cute".
"Yeah, it's cute you think it's cute" she smirked, "but your hand should be on my ass instead".
Oh...
"Too forward?" she teased.
He not so subtlely glanced down, admiring the way the purple jumper dress hugged her hips and thighs, her perky ass on full display.
"Much back" he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head to get rid of the picture of her in his mind of her bent over and ready to be taken.
She didn't care he was looking, pleased she was getting him all hot and bothered as she simply reached her pinky out and caught his - her level of comfort of a handhold.
"So, this causal-seeing each other thing..." he opened with, "it means we don't see other people right? Not that I have that issue. I'm invisible. I'm the bottom of the social pyramid. But you..."
"Me what?"
"You're hot. Guys flirt with you all the time. Do you know how many times you've been asked to the winter formal already?"
"Nope, but something tells me you do".
"Seventeen" he exclaimed, "seventeen times. Excluding that one guy that got all tongue tied when you let your hair down, so really it's like eighteen. That's a lot of times. Do you know how many times I've been asked to all the dances - all the dances, as in plural? Zero. We're not exactly on the same playing field".
"I don't remember that".
"Because it's a regular occurance. It's such a normal thing for you that you don't remember it. I guess I just want to be the only guy you... casually see" he concluded his rant, "if that's... if that's doable for you...?"
"AKA, no making out with other guys huh?"
He winced, "ideally not".
"I'm sure I can manage that" she chuckled, "plus, I don't want to make out with anyone else".
"You... You don't?" he asked in surprise, completely caught off guard.
"Well, maybe Michael Jordan but I can't see him coming to this hell town anytime soon and also - I'm a minor, so I think we're good" she joked.
He relaxed a little, happy they had established some ground rules and boundaries.
"Well, uh... this is me" she said as they approached her house, coming to a stand still at the bottom of the path next to her front yard fence, "home sweet home. I would invite you in but..."
"You have visitors, don't worry".
"No, I have a mother that sucks the joy out of anyone she's within ten feet of" she smirked, "plus, I know you're terrified of her".
He gulped as he looked at the house, paling a little.
"She's like Medusa..."
"Poor Medusa" she chuckled, "but I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
"Yup. Yes. School. It's a Wednesday so we have school" he said awkwardly, "fun".
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?" he replied breathlessly, placing his hands on his hips.
"You can kiss me goodbye" she grinned, "I'm not going to get you put on any kind of register".
"Heh, right" he shook his head, still coming to terms with the fact that he could do that now, just about to lean down to kiss her when the front door suddenly opened, the foyer light shining down the path as a small girl came running out in delight.
"Kayla" the girl - Tabby, he remembered Kayla saying - screamed loudly, running and throwing herself into Kayla's waiting embrace, her thin arms hugging her neck tightly.
"Awwww, hey Tabs" Kayla grinned, spinning the little girl around in her arms before throwing her up in the air and catching her again effortlessly causing the young girl to laugh, "I missed you".
"I missed you too" the little girl replied, her small hands playing with Kayla's long hair as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world - which Stiles had to admit, it kind of was, "mommy said we were going to surprise you"
Tabby grinned toothily, two of her front teeth missing which made her look even more adorable than she already did, bouncing in Kayla's arms.
"Colour me surprised" Kayla smiled back, ruffling the girl's hair which made her burst into more laughter before catching sight of Stiles and peering at him, holding out a dainty hand.
"I'm Tabitha. But you can call me Tabby" she smiled widely, "are you Kayla's boyfriend?"
He choked on his own saliva, awkwardly placing his large hand inside her small one, a little taken aback by her question and the rather strong grip she had, shaking his hand up and down.
"Uh... I'm, um... I'm..."
"That's Stiles" Kayla interjected, letting the girl slide down her body and stand next to her, "he's my... friend".
He cocked a brow, "friend?"
"Special friend" she substituted with a one shouldered shrug.
The girl looked up between them, an inquisitive frown pulling at her brows.
"Do you kiss?" she asked innocently.
"Sometimes" Kayla smirked, "when someone doesn't run away".
He gasped, looking at her affronted, "that was one time".
"Then he's your boyfriend" Tabby said simply, "when a boy and a girl kiss they are boyfriend and girlfriend".
Kids really did simplify things, huh?
For once, she didn't have a witty response to reply with, pushing Tabby towards the house.
"C'mon Tabs, it's late. Let's get you to bed".
The little girl waved at Stiles as Kayla ushered her away, shouting out "bye bye Kayla's boyfriend".
"... Bye..."
He watched her coax Tabby into the house but not before she turned around to smile at him, giving a small wave before closing the door, leaning her forehead against the cool door to catch her breath.
Did all of that really just happen?
Did she really just give in to her irrational feelings so easily? Caving to his allure.
'Casually seeing' really meant dating, didn't it? Which, in a roundabout way, meant boyfriend and girlfriend right?
What did she just sign herself up for?
She heard movement behind her and turned around, only to be met with a beautiful big smile from her aunt.
"Kayla, honey" her aunt Jane greeted, her voice full of delight and love and a softness she wasn't used to hearing from a woman figure, "it's so great to see you again. We missed you".
"I missed you too" she said, happy to accept Jane's hug, her warm embrace soothing - like a plate of warm, fresh out the oven cookies, burying her face into her shoulder.
"You look so healthy" Jane complimented, pulling back to cup her cheeks and give her a thorough look over, "you're glowing again".
"Well, the last time you saw me was in rehab" she chuckled, "I hope I look better than that".
Jane's warm brown eyes showed so much sympathy, tucking some loose hair behind her ear.
"I'm so proud of you" she whispered, "you've come such a long way".
"Thanks Jane".
"Mommy, Kayla has a boyfriend" Tabby cut in, pulling on her mom's blouse, "they sometimes kiss".
"He's not my boyfriend" she said with a roll of her eyes, "and wow munchkin, you really can't keep a secret huh?"
"Boyfriend?" Jane asked with a smile, completely disregarding what she said, "well, look at you. Of course you have, my gorgeous little niece".
"He's not my-"
"What's his name?"
"None of your business" she chuckled, "because he's not my boyfriend".
"That's why you're glowing" Jane continued, "all because of a boy".
"That's not... that's not..." she stuttered, "that's... not what this is. Oi, child-" she said, pointing at Tabby who just giggled and hid behind her mom's legs, "-zip it".
Tabby simply responded by sticking out her tongue, causing Kayla to do the same.
"Is he nice?" Jane asked, and although she kept her question light hearted, Kayla sensed the underlining question underneath - 'is he nicer than Aiden?'.
"He's, uh... he's-"
"You're late" her mom's voice cut her off as she strutted through from the kitchen, "where were you?"
"Helping Derek" she said blandly, technically not lying.
"And kissing her boyfriend".
She sighed at her cousin's statement, sending Jane an unamused look.
"Is it too late for you to take that plan B pill, or...?"
Jane just laughed, picking up Tabby who looked delighted she had told the entire household about Kayla's kissing habits.
"Boyfriend?" her mom asked with a frown, "who-"
"He's not my boyfriend" she said, for what felt like the millionth time, like a record player stuck on repeat.
"Well..." her mom sighed, "you're definitely getting on birth control now".
"Thanks for the support mom" she muttered sarcastically, ignoring her mom's stoic look as she walked back to the kitchen.
"She just worries about you" Jane said softly, "I know she's a hard ass, but it's difficult being a teenage girl. She just wants to protect you. Girls always get the short end of the stick".
She knew that wasn't true, but wasn't in the mood to argue.
"Yeah, maybe".
"I can take you" Jane smiled, "if you need birth control, I'll go with you. We can go over different options and-"
"I'm not fucking the guy" she snorted, forgetting about Tabby snuggling into Jane.
"Yet" Jane said, "better safe than sorry, right?"
She knew all about that unfortunately.
Her aunt sensed the shift in her demeanour, reaching out to cup her elbow.
"I just don't want you to have to go through that again".
Nor did she.
"Okay, sure" she nodding, accepting her aunts help, still wishing she was her mother instead. Oh how different things could've been.
"C'mon" Jane smiled, bringing her into a one armed hug, "let's go make cookies - double choc chip, still your favourite?"
"Duh".
Stiles was anxious. Not that that was anything new - he was always anxious and always jittery. His bottom lip nearly raw and bleeding with how hard he had been chewing the skin off.
He was leaning against his locker, hands holding his backpack straps as he kept his gaze focused on the double doors at the end of the corridor, hoping Kayla would walk through them sometime soon. A part of him fearing she would bunk off school today to avoid him.
It wasn't long before Scott appeared, walking up to him and greeting him in the form of a nod, saying something that Stiles didn't quite catch, too hyper focused on the double doors to pay attention.
"Uh... Stiles... are you hearing me...?"
"Huh?" he mumbled, briefly glancing to the side before looking back, "what?"
"I said what are you doing?" Scott repeated before lowering his voice, "are you on drugs?"
"Drugs?"
"You look like you're tweaking".
"What? No I don't".
"If you bounce any higher you'll end up through the ceiling".
He forced himself to still, relaxing back onto the flats of his feet as he sent Scott a small glare.
"What's up?" Scott continued, "you reek of stress".
"It's weird you can smell that, you know that right?"
"What are you stressed about?"
"Me? Stressed? What, no. I'm not stressed. I'm not stressing about-"
He whipped around when he heard the double doors open but, to his disappointment, it was just players from the lacrosse team.
Scott was frowning at him, used to Stiles' weird behaviours but this was something different.
"Stiles-"
"Have you seen Kayla this morning?"
"... No" Scott mumbled, "but it's still early and-oh my god. Is that a hickey?"
"What?" Stiles asked, whipping around in shock as he slapped a hand over his neck, "wait, you can see that? Or is it just due to your super amazing werewolf eyesight?"
"It looks like a vacuum hose attacked you so, yeah, pretty noticable. But where did you get a hickey?"
"Oh dude" Stiles exclaimed, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you".
Scott's expression was priceless, his crooked jaw slack and one eyebrow higher than the other. If Stiles wasn't so stressed right now, it would have definitely been picture worthy.
He watched as Scott tried to find the right words to say but, before any could come out, the squeak of the double doors opened once more and he quickly turned around, his searching gaze finding Kayla straight away.
She looked... breathtaking.
She always did, but today seemed different. Maybe it was because he felt he knew her in a different way, their relationship changing, but he was totally and completely starstruck.
She walked in with Lydia and Allison, only this time she was in the centre of their little threesome - usually that spot was reserved for Lydia, Queen Bee, but today Kayla was slotted between them, an air of confidence and ease buzzing around her. They were all laughing and smiling, deep in conversation.
He breathed a sigh of relief, happy to see that she wasn't avoiding him and regretting last night - his worst fear put to rest.
Scott's hand reached out and slapped him across the chest, his entire face filled with shock.
"Dude" Scott exclaimed, "did you and Kayla... are you... are you together? As in together together?"
Despite the slap, Stiles couldn't take his eyes off her. She was effortlessly gorgeous, commanding the attention of everyone around her. Her long hair, curled at the ends and full of volume, bounced around her shoulders. A tight black spandex playsuit accentuated her curves, a plaid shirt tied around her waist paired with chunky white sneakers, one of her laces beginning to become undone.
She didn't notice him at first, too wrapped up in her conversation but, feeling someone's gaze on her, she glanced up, their stares clashing.
He reverted back to his usual awkward self, gaping like a weirdo as he raised his hand into what he thought was a friendly wave but probably better resembled a salute.
She didn't take her eyes off him for what felt like forever, her stare turning flirty and playful as she sent him a small smile, melting his heart.
"I knew I should've taken Danny up on that bet" Scott whined, watching the two of them make bedroom eyes across the hall at one another, "he thought next Tuesday. I said this Thursday. I would've been up fifty bucks".
A/N) LMAO Danny making bets, not just with Kayla but everyone else too hahahaha who's thinking that most of the locker room has made bets too lol I can't deal. They're gonna be SO FRIGGING CUTE TOGETHER and very hot and steamy too, fyi haha
so I hope you enjoyed this development (I know I did ;)) and your reviews would be much appreciated, thank you so much 3