hello and welcome to my new teen wolf / stiles stilinski fan fiction! this story idea actually came to me in the shower the other day and i was like 'holy crap i can so write a book about this' so that's what i'm currently doing...

this chapter is dedicted to the lovely Amanda, aka @occlumency , she is so awesome it's unreal. she was my first ever real friend on wattpad, she loves teen wolf just as much if not more than i do, she makes me covers, and she writes wonderful stories that hit me right in the feels every single chapter!

okay, now on to the chapter....

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Smile Kennedy, you're beautiful.

I couldn't help but shake my head sadly at the inspirational message that has been written on my mirror in black eyeliner since the seventh grade. I believe I saw somewhere online that reinforcing positive feedback about yourself helps you really feel that way, it hasn't really worked for me though. I'm not saying I'm depressed or anything, but reading the stupid message doesn't really change my mood at all.

With a sigh, I grabbed my bag and headed out of my bedroom-- making sure that the light was off and the door was shut, and then made my way down the stairs. When I rounded the corner of the den into the the kitchen, I found my mom sipping coffee and sifting through some paperwork. She must've heard my heels clicking on the old linoleum floor because her head snapped up, her brown eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, Kennedy... I forgot you had school today, I'm usually up this early on my own." She chuckled to herself as she put her attention back to the paper before her.

I nodded to myself, "Yeah mom... it's my first day, not like it's important or anything." I muttered as I grabbed a granola bar and shot my mom an annoyed look before walking out of the house. She has been like this, constantly working, since my dad committed suicide eight years ago. I had been the one to find him that night, he had shot himself in the head in the living room of our house, well-- a month later my mom moved here to Beacon Hills so we were closer to my dad's cousins, whom my mom was close to. That's why I live about five minutes away from my dear cousin, Lydia Martin, who I have been hanging out with since my move here.

To be honest I don't know if people know that my dad killed himself and that I had been the one to find him, I mean I assume they do-- apparently this town is a bit of a gossiping one. I don't really care if people know, it doesn't really change anything. Anyway, as I climbed into my car and pulled out of the driveway I realized that I didn't text Lydia this morning like she had asked me to. She wanted a play by play of my outfit, so we wouldn't clash. I doubt we would though, we dress a bit differently.

By the time I pulled into the crowded parking lot, I wanted to turn back around and go home. I had really enjoyed my summer, when I wasn't with Lydia and Jackson-- I was reading and watching a lot of old 80's movies that were better than life itself. Needless to say, sixty percent of my summer was spent in a pair of sweats with my hair pulled up while I was curled up in my bed with my laptop.

With a sigh, I grabbed my bag and slid out of my car and made my way across the parking lot-- I didn't get five feet from my car before Lydia had spotted me, "KENNEDY!"

I turned around and when she saw me she was grinning, her posy of girls whose name's I didn't bother to remember were trailing behind her. I smiled and waited patiently for her to catch up to where I was standing, "Move those little short legs!" I called with a laugh as she rolled her eyes at me.

"You look so cute, I love your outfit. I will so be borrowing those shoes!" She stated as she linked her arm through mine and started to pull me down the sidewalk. The thing with Lydia is, she does whatever she wants. Sometimes it can be a bit much, but this girl has been there with me through the worst times of my life, and I love her to death for it. I've learned that even though she has absolutely no filter and will say just about anything without even thinking of how it will affect the other person, she is extremely loyal and protective over what is hers. I think that's part of the reason why she was so adamant on taking me under her wing when I moved here, that way I would always have someone to talk to.

"Okay, that's fine." I replied as we approached the concrete steps that led into the school, which would have been perfectly fine-- if he wasn't standing there.

Stiles Stilinski.

This guy has been in every single one of my classes since I've moved here, I literally can not escape him. Not that I really want to, he always is so nice to me-- Lydia always tells me to ignore him, and most of the time I do just to make her happy, but when his eyes locked on me they widened and a smile made it's way on to his face. He was standing beside his best friend, Scott McCall. They both are on the lacrosse team, and I believe that Scott has asthma... at least that's what I've gathered from Danny and Jackson.

I don't know what it is about him, maybe it's just his weird over the top hand motions, or the plethora of sarcastic comebacks that he has used in the past-- but something about him always gets my attention. He was easy on the eyes as well, which maybe that's why I'm constantly staring at him. One of these days he is going to catch me and I'm going to look like a total stalker.

"Hey Kennedy you look-- like you're gonna ignore me," Stiles relented as Lydia tugged me past him before I could even get a word out.

"Lydia he was--"

She cut me off as she turned her head to the side to face me with a small smirk on her bright pink lips, "You don't actually want to talk to him, do you?"

I blinked in confusion, "I-I mean... maybe, why is that so bad? He's really nice."

"Kennedy, sweety-- we have to keep having this talk, he is only into you because you're my cousin. I mean, he doesn't even know you. The only thing that he knows about you is that you are Lydia Martin's beautiful cousin." She remarked as she twisted a strand of her strawberry blond hair around her finger.

I sighed, "I guess you're right."

To be honest, I don't know if she is right or not. I mean, what she said is true-- Stiles doesn't really know anything about me, we've had maybe five conversations with one another since that first day in third grade. Maybe he does only like me because I'm the cousin of Lydia Martin, and I'm single. I don't know. I hope that isn't the case, but I guess I won't ever know.

I want her to be wrong. Is that so bad? To want someone to actually be into me because I'm, well because I'm Kennedy, not just Lydia's cousin? I'm always referred to as her cousin, that's pretty much been how every single kid has approached me in the past. I can't tell you how many times a guy has asked me out and when I asked him why he replied with "because you're Lydia Martin's cousin." it's so annoying and heartbreaking. I called this The Beautiful Cousin Conjecture, and it has been plagueing my love life since the third grade.

"I'm always right, now come on." She replied as she tugged on my arm with a bit more force, leading me to her locker.

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After first bell, which was History with Mr. Hammer, Lydia and I were making our way down the hallway like we usually do. The usual amount of lustful stares from boys and harsh comments from girls were thrown our way as I clutched my beloved One Direction binder to my chest, offering a smile to the people who actually smiled at me. Yes, I like One Direction. Niall Horan is a freaking sex god, and you can not convince me otherwise.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia's voice should have stopped me, but because I hadn't been paying attention-- I bumped right into her, thank goodness she is the same height as me or that would have been a bit weird. She shot me a look before fixing her eyes back on whomever she had originally been speaking to.

I glanced at the poor girl that Lydia was obviously intimidating at the moment, because she had her back pressed up against the lockers and her eyes were wide. She was pretty, with brown wavy hair and brown eyes, she was taller than I was though-- but Lydia was right about her jacket, it was awesome. Her entire outfit was really cute to be honest.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." The girl replied with a warm smile as she glanced between Lydia and myself.

Lydia smirked, "And you just became our new best friend."

"I think what Lydia means is that it would be awesome to hang out with you due to your killer fashion sense. I'm Kennedy, and well you've already met Lydia," I said with a light laugh as I glanced at my cousin, who was once again playing with a strand of her hair.

"Oh, I'm Allison. It's nice to meet you," She greeted the two of us. Her eyes kept drifting to something, or well rather someone who was behind Lydia and I in the hall. I risked a glance over my shoulder to see Scott and Stiles standing at one of their lockers, Stiles was speaking to some girl but Scott was watching Allison intently.

Jackson, a.k.a. my cousin's obnoxious egotistical and hugely overbearing boyfriend, then walked up and wrapped his arm around Lydia, "So, this weekend, there's a party." She stated as she tried to get Allison's attention once again.

Allison rose an eyebrow in confusion, "A party?"

"Yeah on Friday night, you should come." Jackson added as he sent her one of his award winning smiles... I just puked in my mouth a little.

She shook her head from side to side, "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday, but thanks for asking."

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." I elaborated further as I tried to persuade her into attending, it would be nice to see a new face at the party.

"You mean like football?" She asked in confusion.

Jackson scoffed, "Football is a joke in Beacon. The sport here is lacrosse. We've won the championship for the past three years."

"Because of a certain team captain." Lydia bragged as she ran her hand through Jackson's short hair.

"Well we have practice in a few minutes... that is if you don't have anywhere else to go," Jackson offered as he glanced at Allison, obviously knowing that Lydia was going to get her to tag along anyway, Lydia always get's what she wants.

Allison opened her mouth to protest but Lydia grabbed on to her arm, "Perfect! You're coming," she sang as she pulled her along. I let out a quiet laugh as I followed after them to the lacrosse field.

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I had to make a quick pit stop at my locket to get my jacket, but once I had that I quickly caught up to Lydia and Allison. When I climbed up onto the bleachers after them, my eyes locked on Scott-- who was in the goal. Now, I've been to enough lacrosse games to know most of the players positions, and last I checked... Scott wasn't the goalie.

"Who's he?" Allison inquired as she nodded her head towards Scott.

Lydia turned her head to the side slowly as she pondered over who it was, "Him? I'm not sure who he is... why?"

"Uh, he's in my English class." She replied quickly.

I let out a sigh, "That's Scott McCall.."

Coach Finstock then blew his beloved whistle, which signaled the beginning of the drill. Jake, I think that's his name, then launched a ball right at the goal, and Scott didn't seem to be paying attention or something because he was shaking his head from side to side while gripping his helmet in between his hands. The ball then hit Scott in the face, and he fell back to the ground. I winced as he hit the ground, the team erupted into fits of laughter, "Way to catch the ball with your face, McCall!" Greenburg yelled through his laughter. Freaking Greenburg. No one likes him. And that is exactly why.

Allison sat up straighter in her seat as she watched Scott, he stood back up quickly and straightened his shoulders out before crouching down in a ready position. The next player, who I think was named Mark, went to throw the ball and unlike last time, Scott actually managed to catch the ball in his net. Like, not just catch it-- he totally anticipated where it was going and he managed to catch it. Whoa.

"He seem's like he's really good." Allison said as she glanced at Lydia and I in confusion, obviously she was thinking that if he was this good that we would know who he was. Well, technically I knew who he was, Lydia probably did too-- she was just pretending not to.

Lydia nodded as she studied Scott intently, "Yeah, very good."

Scott had caught a total of five balls from the other players, each and every time he managed to just bust out this move to where he was able to get it without breaking a sweat. It was kind of amazing that he was this good, why hasn't he played goalie before? Now, with Scott doing this well you would think that the team captain would be freaking ecstatic to have another skilled player on his side, well that wasn't the case when it came to Jackson Whittemore.

No one truly knows why Jackson is as competitive as he is, he always has to be the absolute best at everything he does. It doesn't make any sense to me, he literally never has to work for anything. His parents are rich, like we're talking too rich for Beacon Hills, and he apparently is charming to 98% of the female population at our school. But, for some reason-- he has to be a total jerk and totally freeze anyone out if they are better than him at something.

So, I wasn't surprised to see him shove his way to the front of the line so he could go at Scott and prove that he was the superior athlete. It's kind of like he thinks he's the alpha here, the one who is the strongest and is the leader. And, Scott happens to the be omega that doesn't quite belong. Scott and Jackson haven't ever really been friends, they avoid each other like the plauge... and now here they are, facing off.

When Jackson started to run towards Scott, I literally was on the edge of the metal slab that this school passes off as 'quality bleachers'. Everyone seemed to freeze as they watched Scott effortlessly catch the ball, and that's when the cheering starting. Lydia sprung up and started clapping her hands, what is she doing? Her boyfriend didn't make the shot... that wouldn't really qualify as a cheering matter in my book.

Allison seemed entirely too taken with Scott, she was grinning while looking between him and Lydia. My eyes locked on Stiles, who was standing up and doing one of his famous and adorable arm motions that literally had my heart beat sky rocketing. I decided to look away though, before he caught me and thought I was a creeper.

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hope you liked it! what do you think of kennedy so far? she is portrayed by the flawless lucy hale, if you were curious. also there is her outfit posted on my polyvore, for those of you who don't follow that my account is : simplysashaaa

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