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It seemed word got around quick in Beacon Hills high school because, in the few minutes it took her to get to her first class, she heard multiple whispers about her and Stiles.
"Wow. People really love gossiping here, huh?" she muttered, following Danny into the physics lab.
"It's a gossip worthy moment" Danny smirked, taking his seat next to her, "you're... you, and Stiles is, well - Stiles. It's not often guys like him get girls like you, especially in high school".
"Then everyone here seriously needs to get a life - preferably one out of my business".
"This may just make the school paper" Danny grinned brightly, "headline news".
"Oh shut up" she laughed playfully, shoving him sideways so he nearly fell off the stool, "we're just hanging out".
"Hanging out means dating".
"Why is everyone saying that?" she asked in confusion, "is this some sort of Californian thing? Because, I swear, Louisiana was never this focused on labels and who's dating who. If they had been, I would've been in hundreds of so called 'relationships'".
"You're just pissed you lost fifty bucks".
"Techncially, a hundred bucks. You still owe me change" she warned him, "and, actually, I don't think I lost anything. I should've kept the money because Stiles and I? Not dating".
"It's cute how you deny it - and probably speaks to a lot of childhood trauma-" Danny added, "-but you are dating him. That's what it is. You're hanging out with him, having feelings for him and kissing him in school corridors. That's dating".
"But-"
"So I'm keeping the money" Danny smirked, "want to place anymore bets? The next one could be when you take his v-card".
She remained silent, staring him out.
"Wait" he muttered suspiciously, giving her an amazed once over, "did you take it already?"
"No" she replied with an exhausted eyeroll.
"I don't believe you".
"Well, believe it" she chuckled, "do you really think he would be able to stand upright the next day if I had?"
Danny pursed his lips, "hmm, true".
"There she is, little miss heartbreaker" a kid from their class announced, walking up to her's and Danny's desk and drumming his hands off the table with a wide smile on his face, "and here I thought I had a chance with you".
"Lucas, you never had a chance with her" Danny said, "like ever".
"Oh, I don't know" Lucas smirked, flashing her his dazzling smile, "I always felt we had a sort of unspoken chemistry between us, didn't you? The sparks were flying".
"Oh totally" she deadpanned, "that will be the taser I would use if you ever got within three feet of me".
Danny laughed, muttering a quiet 'burn' under his breath as Lucas pretended to clutch his heart in pain.
"See? Heartbreaker" he said, "well, if Stilinski doesn't work out then you know where to find me" he winked, disappearing to sit several rows behind them.
"Yeah. Hopefully, the morgue" she muttered under her breath, causing Danny to chuckle.
"You're a terrible person sometimes, you know that right?"
"Yeah" she shrugged, shooting him a devilish smile, "but that's why you love me".
As word spread quickly, and whilst Kayla was getting the fourth degree from everyone around her as well as random boys trying to convince her to date them instead, Stiles was getting high fives and back slaps from people he hadn't spoken to since elementary school.
"This is weird" Stiles said, walking from his first class and down the corridor with Scott, clumsily accepting another fist bump from someone that he was pretty sure used to try and waterboard him in the school toilets, "have we been transported to an alternative reality where I'm, dare I say it, cool?"
"You mean in your dreams?"
"Shut up" he said, slapping his friend as he was forced to accept a sloppy high five from someone running past, "this is weird though, right?"
"It's because everyone knows you're dating Kayla" Scott pointed out, "with that little porn show you put on earlier, word spreads fast".
"So I'm like cool by proxy then? Like cool-adjacent".
Scott laughed, "no, you're dating someone cool. Someone that half the school was wanting to date".
"Well, they can't date her now. I'm dating her".
"Everyone got that message loud and clear" Scott smirked, "which, by the way, finally. It was getting to be unbearable around the two of you. I could smell the hormones. Thank god you actually grew a pair".
"I-I-I have always had my pair thank you very much" Stiles muttered in an affronted tone, "my pair are very firmly attached. I was just, uh waiting for the right time to, y'know, make my move. I totally had a plan and hey, look-" he extended his arms out dramatically, "-it worked. She fell for my unmistakable charm and wit and even willingly kisses me so take that" he smirked triumphantly as he finished.
"She kissed you, didn't she?" Scott asked knowingly.
"... Well... yeah, but I didn't run away this time. I kissed her back - with tongue" he added.
"I didn't need to know that Stiles".
"Let a man brag, will you?"
"She's going to eat you alive" Scott laughed, repeating his favourite phrase when it came to the topic of Kayla and Stiles.
"Good. She can do whatever she wants to me and I will take it-"
"Well done Stilinski" the sudden intrusion of their fellow lacrosse player, James, cut in front of them, slapping Stiles on the shoulder, "I have no idea how you managed to get that, but congrats are in order. Maybe you're not a complete loser after all".
"Gee, thanks" Stiles muttered sarcastically, "I'll take that as a compliment, shall I?"
"You're dating the hottest girl in school, of course it's a compliment" he replied, obviously too dumb to sense the sarcasm, "how the hell did that happen, by the way?"
"Maybe by treating her like an actual human being and not a piece of meat, maybe" he shrugged, unable to stop the roll of his eyes.
"HA - funny" James chortled, "no, but really - how?"
He and Scott looked at each other, both wondering the exact same thing - how could someone entrusted with a high school education be this god damn stupid?
"Toxic masculinity" he replied back in a snarky tone, "of course".
Again, the guy did not pick up on the sarcasm. Dumbly nodding along like Stiles had given him the best advice known to man.
"Right on" he exclaimed, bringing Stiles into a very painful high five and pulling him into a sideways hug, slapping his back and knocking the wind from his lungs, "is she good in bed?"
"B-Bed?" he spluttered, "we haven't... there's been no bedroom activities... unless you count cuddling on top of the bed, but we weren't naked. The clothes remained strictly on. Well... for the most part. There was also the phone sex..."
James frowned at his ramblings where as Scott simply face palmed himself, no doubt questioning why Stiles was his best friend.
"You're dating that absolute hottie and you haven't bedded her yet?" James asked, "dude, what is wrong with you? If I was in your position, you bet your ass I'd be taking that little spitfire to town. Girls like that need sex".
"Uh... don't you already have a girlfriend?"
James shrugged, "so?"
"Great set of morals you've got there".
"Look Stilinski, point is-" he said, tightening his arm around his shoulders like they were best buddies, bringing him close, "-by some miracle, you've got a chance with this girl. Don't fuck it up by getting performance anxiety. Girls like her need someone that's prepared to go all out. They need someone that can rock their worlds. If you can't handle the heat, then get out of the kitchen baby!" he chanted, causing Stiles' already spinning brain to hurt as he noogied his head and took off, shouting obscenities down the corridor.
Stiles, jaw unhinged, turned to face Scott.
"Is he right?"
"About what?"
"The sex thing!"
"No" Scott scoffed, "I mean, I don't think so".
"Oh my god. What if I'm too inexperienced for her?" he asked in panic, "what if, when the time comes, I can't get it up? Or I-I finish too quick?"
"Stiles-"
"What if I'm bad in bed?"
"Stiles-"
"Maybe I'm a terrible kisser" he muttered, "or I have bad breath. Or maybe I'm too clumsy with my tongue-"
"Stiles" Scott insisted, "calm down".
"Ca-Calm down?" he asked breathlessly, "he's right. I'm dating the hottest girl in school. I've suddenly become incredibly terrified and intimidated by that".
"It's Kayla, okay?" Scott said, "she's not scary".
"No, you're right. She's terrifying".
"... Okay, yeah, that's true" Scott nodded, "but not about this kind of thing".
"She knows stuff. She's done stuff" Stiles exclaimed, "stuff I couldn't even dream of. What if I'm bad - sexually?"
"Practice makes perfect".
"What if I turn her off?"
"Stiles, you've had weeks and plenty of opportunities to do that and she hasn't been turned off yet. I think you're safe".
"Gee, thanks".
"Relax" the werewolf smiled, "just enjoy it for what is it. Don't let people like James get into your head. Let things happen when they happen".
Those things happened three hours later at lunch, in the boiler room - as promised.
It wasn't the most romantic place, but it was private and warm and was almost guaranteed to have no interruptions. Hence why he was currently being pushed against the brick wall, Kayla's lips eagerly and feverishly capturing his with some deep primal need that Stiles had never felt before.
He was struggling to keep up, lost to her dominance and expertise - happy to let her take the lead and steer the ship in whatever god damn direction she wanted. Hell, he couldn't even remember what they had been speaking about before she pulled him down those rickety steps... was it something about werewolves... maybe Jackson...
Right. Jackson.
He pulled back, cupping her cheeks as he looked down at her in a flushed daze, his lips swollen and wet.
"Do you need a breather?" she smirked playfully, toying with his shirt buttons.
"What were we, um... we were speaking about..."
"Exactly. We were speaking. But now we're making out" she pointed out, "Lydia gave me ten minutes before I had to meet her for lunch, and now we have-" glancing down at her watch, "-six minutes and twenty two seconds".
"Something-Something about Jackson..."
"About how Jackson knows Scott's a werewolf?" she asked, "yeah, I know. Who cares".
"Uh... isn't this kind of a big deal...?"
"It's Jackson" she rolled her eyes, "a kitten is more of a threat than Jackson".
"What if he tells the Argents..."
"Then I'll make sure he doesn't".
"How are you going to do that?"
She smirked, "I have my ways. Can we get back to kissing now?" she pouted, "we only have five minutes and fifty two seconds and, I don't know about you, but I want every second to count..."
Still in a daze, he just simply nodded. Helpless and succumbing to his hormones as he brought her back into a kiss, his hands tentatively cupping her cheeks.
It wasn't long before she pulled back, quirking a brow at him.
"Stiles?"
"Yeah?" he asked, suddenly breaking out into a panicked sweat, "what? did I do something wrong?"
"No" she laughed, "but you can move your hands, you know".
"Move my hands?" he wondered, glancing at them sweetly cupping her cheeks, "to where?"
"Anywhere" she whispered, her eyes eager and desperate for him, that sultry flirty looking returning to her gaze.
"A-A-Anywhere?"
"Anywhere".
"As in... uh..." he fumbled with his words, moving a hand down to brush along her neck, "here?"
She nodded, unable to help bringing her lip between her teeth, that one movement sending Stiles absolutely feral - his jeans tightening uncomfortably, hyperfixated on how fast and erratic her pulse was, pulsating obviously along the curve of her neck.
That was a good sign right?
His hand, shaky and a little clammy with sweat, continued down to play with the black strap of her playsuit, nervously tugging it off her slender shoulder and letting it drape down her arm. Her skin warm and soft, unable to tear his hand away.
"H-Here?"
He was on edge and anxious - in a good way. Overwhelmed in the most pleasurable way possible as she simply nodded, inviting him in.
Last night, she made him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven. He remembered how perfectly she knew, instinctively, how to get him going. How to make him completely lose his mind. He wanted to do the same to her.
Her neck, slender and perfectly curved, called to him, dipping his head down to gently press the softest of kisses along her skin, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her mouth.
He didn't know what he was doing - in fact, he had no clue whatsoever. He was severely unprepared and inexperienced. The only action he had ever had was with his hand, and that wasn't no where as delicate as this sitution was. Giving himself a handjob was, at times, brutal and repetitive - no finesse in sight. At the end of the day, the goal was to make himself come. Only now, he had someone else to think of. Someone else to make feel good and appreciated - he couldn't fuck this up.
As he kissed her neck, keeping his movements slow and deep, he realised that even all his hours upon hours of porn watching wouldn't help him either. Never having realised just how unrealistic it was. The kind of things they did in porn was, the majority of the time, exaggerated and fake. There was no way he could pull those kind of moves on her unless he wanted her to never speak to him again.
'God dammit Stiles', he cursed himself, 'this is not something you can wing'.
He turned them around slowly, pressing her back against the wall and continued kissing her neck, up and down the curve before focusing around her thundering pulse and making her moan.
Okay... maybe that was the spot.
He paid attention to how she moved and bucked, tuning into her cute little moans that slipped from her mouth as he began nipping and sucking at her pulse point, running his tongue along her skin.
It was true - he did have absolutely no idea what he was doing, but he must've been doing something right if she was acting like this. Squirming and gasping back pleasurable moans, her hands clinging to his neck and shoulders which, he assumed, was an instruction to keep going. Her nails sharp and unforgiving as they clutched to him in desperation.
He focused on that one spot, desperate to make her feel incredible as his hands, slow and unsure, drifted down the outline of her body to settle around her waist, stroking the curve and amazed at how little her waist was. His large hands holding her still as he floundered.
Her moans were like music to his ears, happy as hell that he was able to make her make those noises. His own desperation burning through his body as his jeans, still tight around the crotch, became almost unbearable. His boner fighting to get free.
She must've felt it pressed against her because she reached down and palmed it over his jeans, a rush of satisfaction pulsating through him as his lips stopped, hiding his face against the crook of her neck. Resisting - but unable to stop - the animalistic groan that tore its way from his throat.
He liked that she wasn't shy. He liked how forward and confident she was because one of them had to be. But holy hell...
"Do you like this?" she whispered, and all he could do was let out a pathetic nod of agreement against her neck.
"Good" she laughed, continuing to touch him and leaving him whimpering, his legs beginning to shake and twitch.
Without warning, the squeaky door to the boiler room suddenly opened, sending bursts of light down the stairs and into the room.
"Kayla, time's up. Let's go".
She groaned at Lydia's shrill voice, her hand motions stopping as she peered around Stiles to squint up the stairs.
"Pretty sure I still have a couple of minutes".
"Nope. Fun's over. Get your butt up here".
She groaned, rolling her eyes at Stiles as he stood up straight, a little wobbly on the legs.
"Can I kill her?"
"Somehow, I think that may be frowned upon".
She chuckled, reaching up to gently kiss his lips.
"Thanks for the hot makeout session" she smirked, followed by a wink, "we should do it again sometime".
"H-Hot?" he stuttered, "you-you thought it was hot?"
"Well-" she whispered, casting a sultry glance down to his crotch that was still rock hard and swollen, "-it certainly wasn't cold, was it?"
He blushed, trying to adjust his jeans but failing miserably.
"Kayla, let's go".
"Jeez, I'm coming" she shouted back up the stairs, pulling the straps of her playsuit up and bounding up the steps, "catch ya later Stilinski".
Leaving him a hot and bothered mess in the boiler room, taking him another ten minutes to chase the boner away.
Sitting at lunch with Lydia, Allison and Jackson was tense, but only because of the latter who kept giving her knowing looks across the table after causing Scott to almost lose it in the middle of the canteen. She had missed that part because, if she had seen it, she would've throttled him.
"I can't tell if you're trying to glare at me or eye fuck me" she snorted, pushing the mac n' cheese around on her plate as Allison and Lydia chatted next to her, caught up in their own world.
"Unlike most of the guys here, you don't have me pussy whipped".
"Okay" she snorted, "not as if I was ever trying to. I have taste".
"You're dating Stilinski" he rolled his eyes, "your taste is non existent".
"Well, unlike you, 'Stilinski' can probably make a girl cum. Oh, and yeah - he's a decent human being".
Jackson smirked, "you don't think I'm decent?"
"You're blackmailing Scott" she hissed, "why? Because you're jealous?That's fucked up".
He cast a look around, making sure no one was listening in as he leaned across the table, keeping his voice low.
"I know what I want" he said, clearly trying to intimidate her, "and you're going to help him get it for me".
"Oh, I am, am I?"
"You're a Hale. It all makes sense" he said, "you and your weird family, tucked away in the woods. You're like Scott, aren't you?"
"Nope" she said, popping the 'p' as she smirked, "I'm not".
Well, technically she wasn't lying.
Jackson's expression was tense and rigid, clearly unhappy with her cool and confident demeanour, obviously hoping he would be able to get under her skin.
"I want-"
"'I want' doesn't get" she snapped, "didn't they teach you that in kindergarten? Or elementary school? Or have you always been allowed to be a self absorbed, pompous, egotistic fuckwad?"
Her words, slowly increasing in volume, drew the attention of a few people at the table, including Lydia and Allison.
"Why are you two always bickering?" Lydia sighed with an eyeroll, glaring between the two of them.
"Because your boyfriend's an asshole" she deadpanned.
"I'm the asshole?" he scoffed, leaning back in his seat, "have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"With a face like mine? All the time" she snarked.
"Oh, and I'm the egotistic one?"
"The two of you need to learn to get on" Lydia chastised, "what are you fighting about this time?"
Both of them remained silent, neither willing to actually tell her the truth and even mention the word 'werewolves'.
"Hmmmm" the redhead said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion, "well, enough. We don't need any distractions for the game tonight".
Right... the big lacrosse game.
"Which you both will be attending" Lydia continued, looking between her and Allison in expectancy.
"Oh, I don't know..." Allison winced, "Scott will be there and-"
"Who cares" Lydia scoffed, "he's one of many players. You'll be there to support the school, not just him. And you definitely have to come" she added, facing Kayla with a quirked brow, "somehow your boyfriend made first line. You're obliged to be there".
"I told you before, school sports aren't really my thing. Plus, he's not my boyfriend" she reminded her, continuing to play with her stodgy Mac n' cheese.
"He is your boyfriend!" both Lydia and Allison's voices rang out at the same time, causing her to flinch at the sudden loud intrusion and drop her fork.
"Are we still arguing about the definition?"
"No, because he's your boyfriend" Lydia insisted, "so you will be there to support your boyfriend".
"Bleh".
"Oh, don't be so childish" Lydia chastised, "and dress up nicely".
"I always dress nice"
Lydia cocked an eyebrow in disamusment, clearly disagreeing with her but Kayla just rolled her eyes, going back to her Mac n' cheese as Allison giggled at both of them from behind her hand.
"You're insufferable" she said half heartedly, "my fits are always fire".
"For a street corner maybe" Jackson interjected, causing her to reach across the table and slap his head.
"Shaming women isn't sexy anymore Jackson, didn't you get the memo?"
"Didn't you get the memo that prostitution is illegal?"
"Not in Nevada it isn't"
"Then move there".
She smirked, "your daddy's money couldn't afford me anyway, so quit acting butt hurt".
They bickered back and forth until Lydia, yet again, put a stop to it, sending Jackson away to squeeze some more last minute practice in and turning to face her, her face the picture of having lost every shred of patience she had.
"What?" Kayla shrugged, "he started it".
"You continued it".
"I'm not going to let Jackass-Jackson have the last word".
"You give me headaches" Lydia sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Then take some aspirin" she dismissed, rolling her eyes and glancing around at Allison, "oh, hold on, your necklace is twisted".
This was the perfect time. The time she had been waiting for all day. To catch them distracted enough that no one would notice her slipping Allison's necklace off her neck, too caught up in the chaos.
She stood and walked behind Allison, sweeping her hair to the side and pretending to adjust the chain but her nimble fingers worked the clasp, unhooking it. Allison thanked her inbetween talking to Lydia, reaching up to touch it and, just as she dropped her hand, Kayla slyly slipped it from her neck and tucked it away in the palm of her hand, going to sit back down, joining back in on the conversation as if nothing had happened.
She waited until she was back home to study the necklace, sitting at the breakfast bar as she studied the silver charm.
It didn't look to be anything overly special. Just a simple chain and pendant, a sloppily decorated snarling wolf being the main focus of it. She rolled it around in her hand, trying to see if there was any other inscriptions hidden on it or maybe a secret way of opening it, but nothing.
It just looked like a simple necklace.
"What's that?" Jane asked, walking into the kitchen and looking over her shoulder, "new necklace?"
"No, it's Allison's. Apparently this necklace has something to do with the fire".
Jane was silent, coming to sit next to her at the breakfast bar.
"She's an Argent, right?"
She just nodded, running the pads of her fingers over the silver charm.
"You have questions about the fire" Jane acknowledged in a knowing tone, making her just look up and nod.
"Well... yeah. It killed ten people and no one has paid the price for that. And there's some stuff that I've found out that doesn't really make any sense..."
"Like what?"
She trusted her aunt Jane. Maybe her she could confide in.
"Stiles has all the reports, every single newspaper article, interviews, everything, but it doesn't match what I was told. I found out dad was there... not at the house, but in Beacon Hills".
"Yeah" Jane nodded, "you all were"
"What?" she asked, dropping the necklace to the table below, "what do you mean 'you all were'?"
Jane winced, realising she had stuck her foot in things.
"Kayla-"
"What do you mean?" she insisted, "it wasn't just my dad?"
Her aunt solemnly shook her head, dipping her face forward in guilt.
"No, he took you all. Your mum, Dylan and you. He didn't want to leave you all unprotected back in Louisiana. As a result, you were all here, in Beacon Hills, when the fire happened. It was an awful time. The grief and confusion was overwhelming. Your dad felt guilty that he put you all in danger so he never spoke of it again. Eventually, you forgot".
"So I was... I was here?" she mumbled, "but why... why lie?"
"He wanted to protect you all" she said simply, "the thought that you and Dylan and your mom could've been trapped and killed too broke his heart. So he lied".
She had never known her dad to lie, not like this. Not about something this big. He was always the one she could trust and confide in. Someone that was always on her side. Was this not the case anymore? Was her entire life a lie?
"I don't... I don't remember" she mumbled, "I don't remember any of it".
"You were only ten" Jane sympathised, "you blocked it all out to protect yourself. A defence mechanism".
"So that's the big secret?" she wondered, "why Derek gets all antsy when I question him about the fire?"
Jane was a terrible liar about even the simplest of things like if she took the last cookie, never mind about a family secret this huge, which was why Kayla could tell she was holding something back, even when she nodded.
She narrowed her eyes in contemplation, feeling the walls closing in on her. Struggling to understand why everyone around her was clearly and blatently lying to her.
"I don't really know much more" Jane continued, "I only know what your mom and dad told me".
"Right..." she muttered, "well, uh... thanks for finally being honest, I guess".
She stood, grabbing the necklace and went to go to her room but Jane stood too, calling out her name to stop her.
"Kayla, honey, I'm sorry" she said, "but your mom and dads parenting decisions had nothing to do with me. It wasn't my place".
She kept her back turned, ignoring the newfound heartbreak and betrayal she felt coursing through her veins.
"When I was ten? Yeah, sure. But not now. Not since I've had to grow up and go to hell and back. You could've told me, but you didn't. So thanks, but no thanks".
She stormed to her room, slamming the door shut hard enough that it rattled the walls.
What the hell was going on?
Why all the secrecy?
She didn't understand. Her head spinning and rushing with paranoia and unease. The people she had trusted all her life - something that never came easy to her - lying to her.
To calm down, she had a boiling hot shower and changed into a pair of light washed mom jeans and a cropped white long sleeve top, letting her long hair dry naturally, scrunching it up at the ends so it could curl, reapplying some mascara just as her phone rang.
She answered it, not even looking at the called ID.
"Hello?"
"Please, please, please can you get over here?" Stiles asked quickly, "sometime in the next thirty seconds would be great".
She snorted, "do you need a handjob or something?"
"W-What? No" he squeaked, "Derek's here"
"Oh" she muttered, rolling her eyes, "well that wasn't very smart of him. He does know who you're dad is, right?"
"Please come over" he begged, "I don't know what to do with him, and he's also kind of terrifying".
"Feed him dog treats, that might put him in a good mood. And bonus - could teach him a few new tricks too".
"I'm scared for my life" he insisted in a frenzied panic, "and I don't know how to deal with him".
"Stiles-" she chuckled, "-what makes you think I can deal with him? Because, honestly, half the time, I think we're both resisting a bitch slap fight".
"Your family, your responsibility".
Unfortunately, that was true. As much of a pain in the ass he was, he was her family, and she didn't have a whole lot of that left.
"Miguel?"
"Have I... have I not mentioned my cousin Miguel before?" Stiles stuttered, trying to avoid Derek's death stare on the back of his head, "he doesn't visit much. He's kind of a recluse, actually".
She bit back her chuckles, feeling Danny's gaze on her, his eyes full of the question 'this is really who you're choosing to associate with?'
"Well, Miguel-" she said, turning to nod at Derek, "-it's lovely to meet you" her voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Well., why does Miguel have blood on his shirt?" Danny asked, looking more and more suspicious with each second that passed.
"Miguel, I thought I said you could borrow one of my shirts" Stiles piped up, jutting his head towards the drawers.
'Miguel', in response, sent Stiles a frustrated look before stripping off his shirt and pulling on another one, flexing his muscles.
"So, Danny, about that text..."
"No" Danny insisted, "I'm here to do lab work".
"Stiles" Derek ground out, stretching the tees between his hands, his bare chest on display, "this. No fit".
"Then try something else on".
"Oh my god" she muttered, rolling her eyes and walking over to Derek, "let me help".
Danny and Stiles continued bickering as she searched through Stiles' tees, feeling Derek's gaze on her.
"Did you get the necklace?"
"Yup" she said, "it's nothing special".
"Are you sure?" he frowned, "it doesn't open or have anything written on it?"
"Again, nope" she said, "so I stole from my friend for no reason at all. Thanks for that, by the way".
"There's definitely something about that necklace" he murmured, "Laura was sure of it".
"Anything else Laura said?" she asked, "or are you going to keep that from me as well?"
She grabbed a random tee, pushing it against his chest in frustration and Derek, sensing her anger, cocked his head down at her.
"What's wrong?"
"That's rich, coming from you" she hissed back, keeping her voice as quiet as she could as Derek pulled the blue and orange striped tee on, "I know you've been lying to me".
He looked at her, startled, a new found panic returning to his usual stoic gaze.
"What do you-"
"Oh hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles interrupted, slapping on Danny's chest, "what do you think, Danny?"
"...Huh?"
"The shirt?" Stiles continued, not letting the subject drop.
"It's... it's not really his color..."
Everyone was silent as Derek, realising what was happening, stripped the tee off yet again, causing Danny to blush and look down.
"You and me need to have a long talk" Kayla whispered, "and you're going to tell me everything you have been lying about".
"I haven't been lying to you-"
"I know I was here" she interrupted scathingly, "in Beacon Hills when the fire happened. So there's one lie, and I bet your ass there's more".
Derek, at least, had the decency to look ashamed, a flash of guilt shooting through his gaze.
"I'll give you a chance to come clean" she said, "after that, if I find out you're still keeping things from me and lying, then that's it. We're done".
The jeep ride to the hospital was tense.
In fact, tense was an understatement.
She didn't speak. Derek was quiet and stoic, his gloomy gaze trained out the passenger window and Stiles, unable to bear the silence, ended up resorting to humming then whistling, something that Derek's glare soon shut up.
As Derek was still a wanted man, it meant either she or Stiles would need to investigate how it was possible that Melissa - Scott's mom - could have sent the text that coaxed the others to the school that night.
"Hold up, I'll come" she called to Stiles, climbing from the back seat and into the front, following him out of the jeep.
"You hate hospitals though" Stiles frowned, "I thought that's why I was doing the gentlemanly thing and offering to go?"
"I do hate hospitals" she nodded, turning to throw Derek a scathing look, "but I hate hanging out with him more".
Derek rolled his eyes in frustration, pointing to the hospital.
"Does it look like we have time to argue over this? Both of you get in there - now".
"He's bossy too" she grumbled, flipping her cousin the bird before purposefully grabbing Stiles' arm and pulling him towards the building, ignoring the nerves that seized her body.
"What's going on with you two?" he asked, "is everything okay?"
"Honestly? No" she sighed, "he's been lying to me about the fire and I'm getting severely pissed off with it".
He held open the door for her, letting her go first into the long term care facility that adjoined the main hospital, searching for answers.
"Why is he lying about it?"
"I don't know, but I intend to find out" she replied, "so if I could take a look at everything you've most likely illegally stolen from your dad, that would be great".
"Oh, heh, anytime" he smiled, "what's mine is yours, blah blah blah".
They wandered the long corridors, but the place was nearly empty and dead silent. Their footsteps the only noise that echoed around them.
She could feel Stiles' hand hovering along her own, clearly wanting to reach out and take it but he seemed nervous and kept pulling it back, cursing himself every time he chickened out.
"I'm sorry you're missing your game tonight" she said softly, "I know it was a big deal for you".
"It's okay" he sighed, "these things happen".
"But first line is pretty important, right?"
"It's what I've dreamt about since I started playing" he chuckled, "and my dad took time off work to watch me play and I'm not even gonna be there..."
"You didn't have to come" she whispered, "I could've come here by myself".
"I wasn't going to leave you alone" he said, sending her a soft smile, "I wouldn't do that".
"... Why?"
"Because first line is important... but you're more important".
That one little sentence truly touched her usually cold and callous heart, sending a surge of warmth through her body as she shyly smiled and looked down, avoiding his kind eyes. Beginning to burn under his stare that set her soul on fire.
He was here for her?
He willingly gave up his chance to kick ass at first line to support her?
No one had done that for her before. No one had ever cared enough to try.
Her feet slowly came to a stop outside her uncle Peter's room, a swell of anxiety filling her chest as she prepared herself to look in. Dreading to see the horror that would face her when she did. Peter's injuries, extreme and sickening, unnerving her to the core.
This would be Stiles' first time seeing him too... seeing the destruction that the war between hunters and werewolves could cause. Would it scare him off? Make him realise how truly dangerous this life was?
She took a deep breath, turning the corner and walking into the room only to find... nothing.
The room was immaculate. The bed was made. The empty wheelchair was placed neatly tucked behind the door. The en suite shower room was bare and empty. Every single piece of memorabilia was cleared.
Then, the most shocking thing of all... no Peter.
No Peter, despite the fact he was catotonic and still so badly burnt it would be painful to move him any real distance.
No Peter, even though for the better part of six years he had been contained and imprisoned in this very same hospital room, with no real hope at any semblance of a meaningful life?
She swallowed back the confusion, turning around in a circle in the room, the pieces of the puzzle slowly fitting together.
The revenge symbol.
The feeling she had, like she knew who the Alpha was and, subsequently, the flashes of fire that had erupted across her brain.
The fact she wasn't mauled to death in her car accident, even though she easily could've been.
The death of Laura, an Alpha werewolf, that wasn't only for the power but for the power to heal.
"Uh... Kaylz...?"
Peter - uncle Peter - is the Alpha.
She met Stiles' confused gaze, obviously not coming to the same realisation she had.
"Go get Derek" she instructed, trying to keep her voice level headed and calm, "get Derek now".
"Wait, Derek? Why?" he asked, "where's your uncle-"
"Stiles" she cut him off, "go and get Derek right now and bring him here. We need Derek".
He still seemed confused by her words, his brain racing as he looked around the room once more, a sudden surge of realisation spreading across his face.
"Oh my god, is Peter the-"
"Go" she said desperately, pushing him from the room, "get him".
By some miracle he listened, taking off down the corridor in a frenzied hurry, leaving her to slowly walk out from the hospital room and into the corridor, an uneasy sense of dread seizing her gut.
She had to tell him to run... she had to get him out of here because she sensed, just like before, at that night in the school, she sensed him.
She sensed the Alpha.
She remained still, her fists clenching by her sides. A rush of betrayal hurting her heart.
"Why?" she asked, staring bleakly down the empty corridor where Stiles had just run down, "why are you doing this?"
She didn't so much as hear but felt movement behind her, the motion causing her skin to erupt in delicate little goosebumps.
"Deep down... I think you know why".
His voice wasn't how she remembered it. It sounded much more menacing but still a little playful, an eerie sense of dread darkening her soul.
"Revenge" she whispered knowingly, feeling him inch closer, "you want revenge".
"Well done" he praised, cupping her shoulders from behind and causing her to flinch, "revenge for what I've been forced to go through for the last six years".
She bit back her tears, cowering under his touch but unable to get away. That strange sense of control he was able to have over her returning, keeping her glued to the spot.
"Do you have any idea what I've been through Kayla?" he whispered, pressing his cheek against her head in an almost loving way, "six years is a long time to be trapped inside my body... it's been hell".
Deep down, she knew that too. She couldn't even begin to imagine...
"But, unlike my so called family, I found someone I could rely on" he said, waving an arm out and his nurse - Jennifer - the one her and Derek met when they first came to this facility emerged from around the corner, her usual kind and picture perfect face screwed up in distaste.
It was all making sense now...
"The text" she mumbled, "it wasn't Melissa".
"No, it wasn't" he said, slowly moving around her until he was standing directly opposite her, his devilish eyes gleaming down at her, "I couldn't have done this without her".
"You killed Laura".
"It was an accident"
"Bullshit" she exclaimed, tears blurring her vision, "you needed her power to heal yourself".
"That was a... pleasant side effect".
"You disgust me" she snarled, "you're not the uncle I remember".
"You're right. I'm not" he agreed, and that control he had over her made her unable to move or react, still stuck to the spot, "but maybe that's because I'm not your uncle at all".
She faltered, the fire and disgust that had built up inside of her, burning through her like an out of control wildfire subsided for a moment, recoiling in confusion.
"What do you... what are you..."
"Look at you" he almost cooed, reaching out to touch her cheek, his head cocking to the side, "all grown up. I didn't think I would see the day..."
She didn't understand what was going on, her mind racing as she peered across at him in worry, the tears she was so desperately trying to hold back just fell, dripping down her face. A sickening realisation haunting her very core.
"What... what do you mean..."
Deep down, she knew. She didn't need him to say the words. She knew what he meant. She just needed to hear him say it.
"You have your mothers beauty" he said, "but you have my fire sweetheart, no doubt about that".
No...
No.
No. No. No. No. No.
He smirked as she fell apart, silent cries leaving her mouth as she shook her head in desperation, her entire world - everything she had ever known - crumbling down around her.
"Y-You're lying" she sobbed, "you're lying to me. You're not my-you're not my... my dad is... he's..."
"Alive and well, standing right in front of you" Peter grinned, "congratulations kid, you've just gained back a parent".
She was shaking her head, not willing to accept his words. There was no way. There was absolutely no way this was true, right? All her life, he was her uncle. He was her uncle that her dad never got on with. He was her uncle because no one had told her otherwise.
How the hell could he be her dad?
"I know" he mocked, "it'll take a bit of getting used to, I understand. But I like the name 'dad'. It has a nice ring to it. Makes me seem all... paternal. I expect you to call me that, you know".
She wasn't grasping what he was saying, the remnants of her life crashing down around her. Leaving her questioning everything she had ever known.
"Don't worry, I'll explain everything" he continued, "but first... there's something I need to do..."
Her panic won out, leaving her helpless and weak as he gently lifted her arm, rolling up the white sleeve and turning her wrist to the ceiling, inspecting the smooth skin.
"My daughter... is anything but ordinary" he said, slowly lifting her arm up, "no one's told you yet, but you're special. Powerful. It's time you discovered who you were".
Rooted to the spot, she watched as his face changed. His mouth growing sharp sets of teeth that gleamed dangerously under the fluorescents, his eyes changing to that fierce red.
"Don't worry" Peter said, "this will only hurt for a second".
A/N) OOOOOOH HOOOOOO REVELATIONS OH MY LORDY - poor baby Kayla had been kept from SO MANY THINGS and I'm excited for you to find out more ;)
but whoa, what a chapter. Some banter, some hot stayla, some tense moments with Derek and then THAT. omg... PETER IS HER DAD!!!
DRAMA ALERT lol
I sure hope you all liked this chapter, I sure did, and I promise to try and update again soon :)