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Honestly, she didn't expect her mom to actually show up.

In her sixteen years of life, she could probably count on one hand just how many times her mom had her back when she needed her, and she didn't expect today to be one of those days.

Her back straightened in the chair, Stiles noticing and following her lead. Both on edge and wary.

"Kayla" her mom greeted, though there was no warmth in her tone. She was regretting ever asking for help, but that eased slightly when she saw Jane behind her and, although they still had their issues, her aunt was a thousand times better than her mom.

"You both came" she observed.

"Of course" Jody smiled, "you're right. It's time you got answers".

"You'll be honest?" she asked, "both of you?"

Her mom rolled her eyes, not even dignifying her with a response as she took a seat opposite her and Stiles, Jane following suit.

"Yes" Jane nodded, nudging her sister, "won't we Jody?"

Her mom scoffed under her breath, glancing down at her watch. "Let's just make it quick. I took a long lunch hour for this".

She could feel herself getting tense and agitated, her anger spiking almost uncontrollably. Her issues with her mother seeming to take over everything else.

"Uh, well… this seems like a family thing" Stiles coughed awkwardly, "maybe I should go-"

She grabbed his wrist just before he could stand, keeping him seated. If he wasn't here to ground her, she genuinely thought she might lose it – and she couldn't afford to do that. Not anymore. Especially considering she was still on a little bit of a comedown, her skin itchy and nervous.

"Stay. Please" she murmured, before lowering her voice, "or I just might kill her".

She was half joking but also half not. Knowing, that now, she could be capable of that if her buttons got pushed wrong.

"Oh… um…"

"This is none of his business" her mom stated, "he should leave".

She ground her teeth, holding back a furious quip.

"He stays" she snapped, "I trust him".

It was true… out of everyone in this god-forsaken world, she trusted him. She trusted him with her life and her secrets. That had to be worth something, right?

Her mom's jaw clenched, no doubt ready to tear her down with sharp words, but Jane reached out and touched her arm, shaking her head.

"Leave it Jody. If Kay wants him to stay, he stays".

Her mom clearly wasn't very pleased, but surprisingly she let it go. Choosing to bite back her words and cross her legs – emotionally shutting herself off from this entire situation.

"Peter told me some things" she said after a tense silence, "but now he's not here to answer the rest of my questions, so…"

"Peter's dead?" her mom cut in, her expression twisting into shock, "what? How?"

"I shot him. Then Derek slashed his throat open".

"Oh" her mom murmured, and for the first time in a long while, she saw actual emotion cross her features.

"Did you still have feelings for him?" she asked in amazement, "are you kidding me?"

"I hated him" her mom said, "I despise him. He manipulated me. Don't pretend you don't know what it feels like to feel bonded with a dangerous man".

Her hands gripped the arms of the chair, holding back a swing. The continuous digs at her past were wearing old now and she didn't have much more politeness left in her.

Stiles, sensing her agitation, reached out and laid his hand over hers, the gentle weight holding her steady and grounding her. The warmth of his skin chasing away her demons and insecurities.

"Before he died, he said I was… that I… that I'm…"

She hadn't quite accepted it yet, struggling to say the words.

"Enchanted?" Jody asked, making her stomach sink.

"… Yeah" she gulped, "as in-"

"Femme Fatale" her mom cut in, clearly lacking any patience or decorum, "the deadly woman".

"Seductress" she mumbled, "so he was telling the truth?"

"He was" Jane nodded, "but you don't need to worry about that just now. You're only sixteen years old. The change won't happen until you're eighteen-"

"He bit me. Peter bit me" she interrupted, "and… and stuff has been happening since".

Both her mom and Jane stilled, an expression of wariness and unease spreading across their faces. Like the look of someone that just got told a category five hurricane was headed their way and they had no hope of escape – which trust her, she knew what that was like. She witnessed Hurricane Katrina. She saw the devastation it left.

"He bit you?" her mom asked, "as an Alpha, he bit you?"

"He wanted me at my 'full potential'" she quoted bitterly.

"He shouldn't have done that" Jane gulped, "what he did was incredibly dangerous. He must have known that".

"Dangerous?" she asked, "why?"

"Because you're just a kid. You're not ready for this kind of power. Your mind – your body – isn't ready" her aunt said sadly, "there's a reason this is only meant to happen to adults. Not teenagers".

"So, what? This makes me more dangerous?"

"It makes you more unpredictable" her mom interjected, "and on top of all your other issues, I'd say that's a recipe for disaster".

"Gee," she muttered sarcastically, "thanks for the support mom".

"Both of you cut it out" Jane said, shaking her head at the both of them, "just be civil for this, please".

She grumbled but stayed quiet. Her mom doing the same.

"Kayla… our family isn't ordinary".

"Funnily enough, I kind of gathered that".

Her aunt sighed, "We're supernatural too. Just like how werewolves are. But werewolves… they're common. We're not. Our story dates back generations".

"So you're both… seductresses too?" she asked.

"No" her aunt smiled, "you see, that's what makes you interesting. We have the gene, but it skips many generations. The last person to be enchanted was your great-great-great grandmother back in 1909".

She frowned, "and what happened to her?"

"She caused a hurricane that same year that killed 4000 people in Mexico" her mom stated, dropping that bombshell with the least amount of tact – ever.

"Oh" she blanched, her stomach dropping, "I see".

"It's… It's complicated" her aunt said sadly, "being burdened with this isn't a gift. It's a curse".

"Then why did Peter-"

"-Turn you?" her mom said bitterly, "because all he has ever cared about was power. Forever bitter that Talia was the Alpha and not him. He probably thought he could get inside your head and get you to do his bidding, consequences be damned".

"So what's going to happen to me now?"

Her mom and Jane remained quiet – whether it was because they didn't know what to say, or they didn't have the answers, she didn't know.

"Kayla's not dangerous" Stiles cut in, an edge of determination in his voice, backing her up with his entire heart. "You both might think so, but from what I've seen, she's pretty damn amazing. She's saved my ass plenty of times and is always willing to put her life on the line to help her friends".

She appreciated his words, turning her hand around to intertwine with his, gripping on for dear life.

To some, it may be just words. To her, it meant the entire world. To have someone wholeheartedly believe in her was rare, and she didn't know how much she needed that support.

"If you learn, and learn fast, you can get control of this" Jane smiled, "it takes a special kind of willpower-"

"That she doesn't have" her mom cut in, "she's proven time and time again she has no control. This isn't going to end well".

Her mom and Stiles were complete opposites in this scenario, creating a weird kind of tension in the air.

"What else is going to happen to me?" she wondered, knowing she was probably better off not knowing but, somehow, the unknown seemed more frightening.

"A lot" Jane said sadly, "more power than you thought possible. You'll be able to bend the minds and wills of anyone you want. With one look, you could seduce or harm. A single touch from you can cause obsession, lust, hunger… you could have every man fall to their knees and do whatever you wish. That's the art of seduction sweetie".

Her stomach turned, nauseated by those words.

"But…" Jane continued, "Your aura, your energy, it can be felt from miles away. There are some bad people in this world, Kayla. Bad men. Bad supernatural creatures. Your scent – your allure – could bring out the worst in people. Obsession…"

"Brian" she whispered under her breath, the pieces of the puzzle finally starting to make sense. Was it possible he got swept up in her 'allure' or whatever, sparking this whole obsession?

"I need to go" her mom declared, clearly not wanting to be involved in this conversation anymore, "you've got your answers. What you choose to do with them is up to you".

She stalked away, storming down the corridor.

"She doesn't like to talk about it" Jane sighed, "what we are. Even though she isn't enchanted, she still hates it".

"Hates me" she corrected.

"No honey" her aunt tried to reassure her, but it was pointless. She knew the truth. The puzzle finally starting to make sense. "She's struggled with this her whole life. That's why she didn't want children… because our mom warned us that the oldest of us, who had the oldest girl, would… would…"

"Would what?"

Jane shook her head, swallowing her words, for her own sake or hers, she didn't know.

"Jane" she implored, "tell me. You promised me the truth, and I deserve it".

Her aunt bit her bottom lip, looking down at her lap. Toying with the words on the tip of her hand.

"Our particular family gene is carried through the oldest girl" she explained, "throughout history, the enchanted ones were male. That's what makes our bloodline more unique - but also more dangerous. As such, our mom warned us that if Jody were to carry and give birth to a girl, she would be dooming this earth with a kind of power that could… that could unfairly tip the scales of good and evil. Bringing an unbalancing to the supernatural world, and maybe… and maybe destroy it".

She let go of Stiles' hand, suddenly feeling scarily empty inside.

Her mom didn't just hate her because she was Peter's kid…

… She hated her because she was conditioned to despise and fear her entire existence before she was even thought of. Before she was even destined to be.

Jane rushed over, sitting on the opposite side of her and stroked her hair, her eyes full of nothing but love.

"I don't believe that for a single second, and neither should you" her aunt reassured, "they were the mutterings of a crazy woman who, six months later, abandoned us. You aren't bad, sweetie. You're not fated to be bad. The only person that has control over your future is you".

Her bottom lip wobbled, a new kind of vulnerability shining in her stare.

"Kayla, honey, look at me" Jane encouraged, cupping her cheeks, "people fear those with more power than them. That's why we keep the supernatural a secret. Fear makes people say and do stupid things. Just because you can be powerful, it doesn't make you bad. It just makes you different. Beautifully different. I've watched you grow up and I can say, with my entire heart, you have a good soul. Whatever mark you leave on the world will be a good one, I promise you that".

"I don't want to be like this" she admitted, a tremble in her voice, "I don't want this power. I… I just want to be me".

"You still are" Jane reassured, "and I will help in any way I can. It's not fair you're burdened with this".

"Why did your mom think that?" she wondered, "did-did she read it somewhere? Did someone tell her?"

Her aunt sighed, having another struggle with the right words to say.

"She claimed she saw it… in the Akashic records".

"The actual Akashic records?" Stiles cut in, mirroring her exact thoughts, "I thought they've been proven to not exist?"

"They have" Jane nodded, "furthering my point she was off her rocker".

"What did it say?" she asked, poking the bear, "the records?"

"They don't exist sweetie-"

"Humour me" she challenged, "what did she say it said?"

Jane pursed her lips but knew she had to be honest. After all, that was what she had promised her.

"That a powerful enchanted girl would be born, just shy of the turn of the twenty-first century, that would cause the supernatural world to unravel. That she would disturb the very foundation of everything we know, and... and become void of emotion, reasoning and love".

"Great" she muttered, "that's just great".

"It's crap" Jane reiterated, "no future is set in stone. There's too many factors involved. Don't let some made up words control your life".

"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, I just didn't expect them to start as soon as I was born".

"You're not a mistake" Jane vowed, "not to me. You're good, Kayla. You'll make the right decisions".

She hoped so... but something was telling her that somewhere down the line, maybe sometime soon, she wouldn't.

When Jane left, she wasn't quite sure what to feel - hovering in a state of sickening uncertainty.

Unfortunately for her, it wasn't the only bombshell she had gotten over the last few weeks. As a matter of fact, she had almost become numb to it all - or maybe that was the low that usually followed the comedown of drugs. It was possible she hadn't gotten her full range of emotions back yet, the ketamine still in her system.

"If you want out, I understand" she muttered, much to Stiles' dismay.

"What?" he asked, spinning around in the chair to face her, "an out? An out of, what? Our relationship?"

It still felt a little strange that what they had was an actual relationship, never letting herself commit to one before, but she couldn't deny that it felt nice - warming up the edges of her depleted heart.

"You didn't sign up for this. Any of this" she said, "you expected a semi-normal human girl. Not whatever the hell I'm supposed to be".

"You think that matters to me?"

"It should" she insisted, barely able to meet his searching gaze.

"Why?" he retaliated, "why should it matter? I like you. You like me. That's the only thing I'm focusing on".

"Stiles, I… I'm a seductress" she admitted, the words still feeling strange on her tongue, "you heard what they said. I'm dangerous".

"Could be dangerous" he said, tucking some hair behind her ear, "that doesn't mean you are".

"It doesn't mean I'm not either".

"Kaylz, I don't care what you are. I care about you" he promised, playing with the ends of her hair, "I… I care about your heart. You and me? We got this. I helped Scott, I can help you too".

His words were honest and true, she could tell. His voice filled with a kind of promise and encouragement that she hadn't heard from anyone else. For some reason, he wasn't afraid of her like most people would be - making her feel bad she ever doubted him.

She finally got the courage to glance up shyly, meeting his stare that was honed in on her. His eyes sparkling with hope.

"I caused that lightning strike… didn't I?"

She knew she did, deep down, but she was scared to admit it. Terrified that this power she was warned about could become out of control.

Stiles faltered for a moment, his gaze becoming troubled. Fighting between being honest and protecting her feelings.

"I… I didn't want to think it, but after hearing what your mom and aunt said, I… I think you did" he said quietly, "but it's going to be okay".

She was glad he valued being honest instead of wrapping her in bubble wrap, but she wondered if his feelings for her were clouding his judgement.

Lightning shooting itself out of the sky, after all, was pretty damn terrifying.

"I could've killed someone".

"But you didn't" he smiled tensely, "see? Silver lining. Positive thinking".

"You should be terrified of me" she wondered, "why aren't you?"

"Because I know you. You might not think I do, but I do. I know the kind of person you are, even if you don't. You're not destined to be bad".

Then why did she always feel like a bad person?

She wasn't a saint. Far from it. Her actions had been selfish and destructive, with sometimes no regard for anyone else. She was loud. Violent. Aggressive. Angry. Impulsive. Harsh. Immoral. She acted out, with no thought to the disaster she would leave in her wake. Did that sound like a good person?

"What if your feelings for me aren't real?" she asked, not quite sure if she wanted to know the truth. "I'm a seductress. What if that's the only reason you're attracted to me - because I'm emitting some kind of weird energy that is seducing you?"

He looked almost offended by that, reeling back in shock.

"Are you serious?"

"Well…" she defended, "it could be true. That's what seductresses do, right? Lure men in. Make them feel lust. Seduce them. How do you know you've not just been tricked?"

It was what she was most worried about - which was seriously stupid. Surely, causing death and destruction should be her number one priority, but instead, she kept circling back to worrying if Stiles' attraction and infatuation with her was real or just a product of her powers.

He sighed, reaching for her hand.

She let him take it, unsure what his next move would be.

"Kaylz…" he whispered, his thumb stroking the back of her knuckles, "… what we have is real. It's so much more than just something as simple as attraction. It's… It's a connection. Something we've had since we first met".

She wondered why… It wasn't like she had much to offer.

"If I thought I had a chance-" Stiles smiled, "-and I wasn't such a socially anxious wreck, I would've asked you out the moment I laid eyes on you".

She chuckled, "that's attraction, Stiles".

"No" he corrected, "it's fate. What I feel for you is more than whatever mojo you can seemingly do - which, by the way, doesn't affect me, remember?"

… That was true. For whatever reason, her new found 'charm' or 'aura' didn't entice him like it did every other male. She still wondered why that was.

Stiles noticed her frown, squeezing her hand to bring her back to their conversation.

"I have a theory about that too, actually".

"Oh?"

"Well, I uh… I had feelings for you before you got bit, right? What if that's why it's not working on me? Because I lo… because I like you. A lot".

She supposed it made sense. She did think that what had been happening the last week or so, the ability to unwillingly make eneryone horny, was a response to her body coming into its powers. That, until she learnt to control it, it was just her body glitching in a peculiar, very crazy way.

"That's… a possibility" she said, "so, uh… it's… it's definitely real then? You and me?"

"Yeah" he smiled, "a hundred percent real. I mean it when I said I've never felt like this before. I didn't think feeling like this was even possible. I… I am crazy about you. That hasn't charged, nor will it - ever".

"You can handle… what I am?"

"I always knew you were pretty damn special…"

"Special or messed up?" she chortled, "like… why this? why me? I… I don't want to be what I am".

His gaze never left hers, lifting his free hand to cup her chin and stroke the tip of his thumb along the curve of her bottom lip, making her shudder. Indistinctively leaning into his touch that, was not only reassuring, but momentarily chased away any fears or doubts she had.

"I believe in you," he whispered wholeheartedly. "You're the most amazing person I've ever met. Trust me when I say I've got your back. "

She did. She did trust him. In fact, there wasn't anyone else she trusted more.

When she looked into his eyes, those beautiful honey flecks seeming to twinkle more under the fluorescent light, she felt at ease. Seeming to calm the more she looked at him. Completely mesmerised by his truth and promises.

Her life was being turned upside down and spun so violently, but somehow he was helping keep her steady. Her lifeline, even when things felt scary.

An anchor.

"I'm… I'm scared" she admitted, still uncomfortable with the feeling of vulnerability, "I'm scared of what I could be capable of".

"I won't let you go off the deep end" he vowed, "whatever happens, we'll face it… together".

They spent the rest of Saturday camped out in the hospital waiting room, taking turns dozing off in the uncomfortable chairs. She wasn't willing to leave Lydia alone, even for a second - just in case. Terrified that, without protection, Lydia could get hurt.

Although her friendship with Lydia seemed strange, as in someone she wouldn't normally hang out with, she cared for her. She felt she saw through the mask she wore to the world - pretending to be shallow and self-absorbed when really she was smart and pragmatic. It was weird what high school did to girls.

Plus, she felt like Lydia was now her responsibility. Peter did this to her, and all to get back at her and Scott. The least she could do was protect her to the best of her ability.

Her legs were sprawled over Stiles' lap as she scrolled through her phone and he snored, his neck craned back at an awkward angle.

After what her mom and aunt said, she did some digging.

Turns out, that storm her great-great-whatever-grandma caused in 1909 was one of the deadliest tropical cyclones on record, lasting eight days and tracking from the Leeward Islands all the way to Texas. In those eight days, with a top wind speed of 120mph, an estimated 4000 people were killed and many more left injured.

Was that what was going to happen to her too if she didn't control it?

She tried to nudge Stiles awake but he wasn't having any of it, grunting something indecipherable, before turning his head the other way. Instead, she resorted to a gentle kick to his stomach, which finally jolted him awake.

"W-Wha-hm… huh?" he muttered, one eye drooping as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "what's happening? Who's died?"

"4000 people".

He stilled, blinking a couple of times before muttering a very sleepy and confused "huh?"

"In 1909" she answered, "what my mom and aunt said checks out".

"Uh… am I… am I meant to be sad at people having been dead for over 100 years, or…?"

She rolled her eyes, "no, but the story checks out. That storm was one of the worst on record - check this out".

She swung her legs off him, zooming in on the article on her phone.

"The 1909 Monterrey hurricane is known as one of the most deadly and dangerous cyclones in history. The storm began in the Leeward Islands on the 20th of August before hitting Puerto Rico, Hispaniola and Cuba, and then re-entering the Caribbean. In open water, it escalated into a category three hurricane and moved towards Yucatan Peninsula. On August 26th, it entered the Gulf of Mexico and, once thought to be weakening, it soon continued to intensify and make landfall in the Mexican state of Tamaulipas. Monterrey, the capital of Nuevo leon, Mexico, encountered the most damage, causing record-breaking floods and damage to properties and structures, which left 20,000 people homeless and over 4000 people dead".

The more she read, the more horrifying it seemed. 4000 people dead because of one woman? Insanity.

"Okay, yeah, that's… that's slightly terrifying" he acknowledged, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straight, "but also, not that uncommon. North America gets some pretty extreme weather".

"But this wasn't because of nature. This was because of my ancestor. Because she was…"

"Enchanted. Yeah" he summarised, "that doesn't mean it's going to happen to you".

"What happened to your usual level of pessimism?" she chuckled, clicking out of the picture that showed the immense amount of flooding and devastation it caused.

"I figured I should try and be optimistic enough for the both of us" he smiled, that charming and cheeky smile that somehow seemed to make her weak at the knees.

Never before had she let someone get under her skin so much… that was until he came along. Now she was full of feelings and emotions she hadn't ever felt before. New, happy ones that were slowly replacing the dark and sad ones that tormented and stalked her like a bad smell.

If Stiles wasn't by her side right now, she didn't know what kind of state she would be in.

He was everything she thought she didn't need - only, as it turned out, it was exactly what she needed.

She put her phone away, the storm of 1909 a mere unpleasant memory.

"Stiles?" she asked, "I, um… I… I want…. I mean, I need to, uh… to tell you, I…"

He was hanging onto every word, somehow patiently waiting for her to say something.

She didn't know exactly what that was though, her mind and mouth not really following what her heart was trying to say.

"I, uh… I just… I… I really appreciate this. You, I mean. Maybe I don't say it enough, but I do. I… I really do".

His lips quirked, carefully and tenderly moving some stray curly hair away from her face, like he was eager to really soak up every angle of her face, committing it to memory.

"You need some sleep" he chuckled, patting his chest, "come here. Let me be your human pillow. I may be skinny, but I'm pretty damn comfortable".

She was extremely tired and drained. Already feeling herself beginning to shut off.

She accepted his offer, tucking her legs underneath and leaning against his warm chest, tucking her head against his neck.

"Sweet dreams Kaylz".

After a couple of hours of sleep, Saturday afternoon soon turned into Saturday night. Given they were both Lydia's bodyguards for the foreseeable future, which meant no leaving the hospital grounds, Stiles ended up raiding the vending machine for their dinner. A dinner which consisted of chips, sweets, coke (the drink, not the drugs), and an insane amount of Reese's peanut butter cups.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up" Stiles moaned, "I ate too much. I should've stopped at twelve. Twelve is the magic number of Reese's. I never learn".

"If you need to puke, the bathroom is that way".

"Oh haha" he mocked, though he soon snaked an arm around his stomach, which she heard make an uncomfortable gurgle. "Uh… oh second thoughts…"

"Go puke" she encouraged with a laugh, watching as he simply nodded and took off down the corridor, almost knocking over a gurney with an unconscious man in it.

She tidied up all their empty packets, putting them in the trash can and, when she turned around, she came face to face with Allison.

"Oh" she muttered, not expecting to see her back as her family were no doubt trying to keep her on lockdown, "uh… hey".

Allison had apologised, but she still didn't know where they stood.

"I brought burgers" her brunette friend smiled, holding up a brown paper bag, "from in-N-out. Extra cheese".

Well… she was a sucker for extra cheese.

"Thanks" she muttered, falling back into silence.

Allison placed the bag on the table, wringing her hands together.

"It's a peace offering" she said, "a way to break the ice, I suppose".

"Burgers are a good way to do that. I like burgers".

"I know" Allison smiled, "that's why I got double patty's with a side of onion rings".

Her lips quirked, "I'm impressed".

Allison's olive branch was being offered - she would be stupid not to take it after everything they'd been through.

"Where's Stiles?"

"Throwing up" she snorted, "his side piece - aka the vending machine - gave him too many sweet treats. He indulged too much".

"I guess I'm glad I didn't get the chocolate cake for pudding then".

"Yeah" she whistled, "that would not have been pretty".

Allison gingerly took a seat, clearly still a little uncomfortable and unsure if this conversation would end good, or bad.

"So, uh… any update on Lydia?"

"She's not awake yet, but seems to be doing well" she replied, "hopefully by tomorrow, she'll be awake"

"Good. That's good" Allison nodded, "so are we good? And just in case you didn't notice, I brought milkshakes too".

She didn't notice, but now she did, it seemed almost cruel not to forgive Allison. Milkshakes were her weak spot.

"Allison… you shouldn't pay for your family's crimes. You had nothing to do with the fire. You were a chilld. It would be illogical to blame you".

"I'm still a part of a family that… that kills werewolves".

"People" she corrected quickly, "werewolves are still people".

"I Know. I see that now" Allison nodded, "I don't want to be like them".

"Well, now you know, you have a choice. And I think you'll make the right one".

"You do?"

"Well-" she joked, "-Scott's still alive".

"I wouldn't harm him. I wouldn't harm any of you" her friend vowed, "I couldn't".

"Allison… we're good" she promised, "we're still friends".

"Good" Allison breathed a sigh of relief, "because I could really use a friend right now".

"Why? What's happened?"

Allison seeemd sad, her eyes glancing down as she tried to stop herself from crying.

"My dad, he uh… he caught Scott and I. Together".

"Together…?" she asked, "as in having sex?"

"No" she chuckled, "but… but now he says if he catches us together again, he'll… he'll…."

"Skin him alive?"

"Basically, yeah".

"Well, he is a hunter. Of course he doesn't want his daughter with a werewolf. That must break like a thousand different codes of honour or something".

"I don't care about their stupid codes. I care about Scott" Allison sniffed, "he didn't ask for this. He hasn't hurt anyone".

"Hunters rarely consider the grey areas. Your dad is rigid in his thinking, although, a lot less rigid than some hunters I've met. He's been brought up - basically indoctrinated - to believe any and all supernatural creatures are the enemy. It's… It's quite sad actually".

"How can I convince him otherwise?" she asked, "how do I get him to understand that Scott isn't our enemy?"

"I don't know if you can" she shrugged, "if your dad is stubborn, which he very clearly is, it'll be hard to sway him. In his eyes, not killing Scott when he had the chance was his middle ground".

"I... I need Scott" Allison admitted, "I need him in my life. I love him".

"That's a big word" she chuckled uncomfortably, "are you sure that you... that you, well... you know..."

God, she was so fucked up. She couldn't even say the God damn word.

"Am I sure I love him?" Allison asked, "of course I do. I've never felt like this before. He completes me".

She admired how easy it was for Allison. To just wear her heart on her sleeve and be proud about it. She wondered what that was like.

Allison, sensing her awkwardness, sent her a curious look, checking the hallway was clear and Stiles hadn't emerged from the bathroom yet, before smiling.

"How do you feel about Stiles?"

The question caught her off guard, not expecting something so blunt to leave Allison's mouth. Although, she was more surprised because of how completely unsettled it made her feel. Right down to her very core.

"W-What?" she spluttered, unable to hide her shock, "wh-why?"

"Do you love him?"

She had to double take at that, nearly falling from her chair. Being faced with a question she wasn't ready for.

"Allison, I... I... why would, I mean... I don't... I just... that's just..."

She didn't quite know what she was trying to say, the words coming out her mouth a million miles per second, a panicked flush settling on her cheeks.

"It's a simple question" Allison smiled, seeming incredibly amused, "do you love him?"

"That is not a simple question" she retaliated with, blowing out a long breath, "I... I..."

"Kayla, I've seen the way you look at him. With everyone else, you're hard and closed off. Like you're constantly trying to protect yourself. With him, you're... you're softer somehow. As if, when you're around him, you relax - and you can breathe".

She didn't realise she was that blatently obvious, usually so good at hiding her heart and swallowing her feelings.

"Stiles is... great" she acknowledged breathlessly, "he really is. He's... he's the exact opposite of every mistake I've ever made, but... but I don't... I mean, I can't... I..."

"Why can't you love him?" she asked, repeating that word again that made her flinch.

"Because I... I... I..."

Allison waited with a cocked brow, urging her on. Clearly wondering why she was having such a hard time with this.

"... I'm not capable of... of that" she shrugged, which made Allison scoff.

"Oh please" she said, "that is a terrible excuse".

"What?"

"You love him, you're just scared to admit it".

"No, I-"

"He loves you too, if that's what you're worried about. Anyone can see that".

She felt she had just run a hundred marathons, lost for breath. Unable to formulate any words to defend herself.

"Don't worry" Allison smiled, "it can be our little secret. At least until you're ready to admit it to yourself".

Ready? She didn't think she would ever be ready. Least of all to consider something as big and scary as that word. A word she was completely and utterly terrified of.

A/N) I'm back on a roll yayyyy hahah a little bit of everything in this chapter. I love adding more details to this story and fleshing it out loads more. So I hope you all enjoyed and excited to hear your thoughts :) x