KENNEDY'S POV

"No, he just texted me and told me that he's at Macy's." I sighed over the phone to a very nosy Danny. I had informed him that Stiles and I were hanging out after school at the mall today and ever since he has been pestering me about it being a date. 

Obviously it isn't a date because I know next to nothing about Stiles, this whole shopping trip is just a way to get to know him better-- and maybe that will lead to going on date's. Who knows? I mean, we could wind up hating each other after today, I pray to god that isn't the case, but I have no control over it. 

Danny chuckled, "This is so exciting. Don't over-think anything, just be your usual charming self and everything will be fine."

"I'm not even that nervous, to be honest." I mumbled as I glanced around for Stiles. I don't see him, but he did say he was at Macy's... and it's a big store. I'll check the upper-level, that's where the girls department is anyway. What I told Danny was true, I am nowhere near as nervous as I usually am whenever I'm around Stiles. 

I made my way to the escalator and rode it to the top patiently while I listened to Danny ramble on the other end of the phone, "You two are going to wind up together, I already know. And when you two are together I'm going to give you a big fat "I told you so" because I so called this from the beginning."

"You know you're getting a bit ahead of yourself, Danny boy. Stiles probably doesn't even like me in that way." I chuckled as I stepped off the escalator and glanced the upstairs for the aforementioned boy who I was head over heels for. 

He scoffed, "Oh believe me, he does."

My eyes then locked on Stiles, he was at the fragrance counter. I watched in amusement as he went to spray the perfume so he could smell it but it wound up spraying all over his face. He sneezed and started to cough loudly before putting the bottle back on the counter, the sales lady gave him an annoyed look as he continued to cough. God he was so cute. 

"I found him, I'll talk to you later." I chuckled to Danny as I continued to watch Stiles cough and sneeze. He was now wiping at his face with the sleeves of his plaid shirt. 

"You better give me all the details! I'm talking dirty details, Ken! I want to know if you two end up having sex in the bathroom!" Danny called out as I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone in my bag. Stiles and I will most definitely not be having sex in the bathroom, that I can be sure of.

Without wasting another second I walked over to the adorable spaz and called out his name, when he caught sight of me he froze. He looked entirely too cute for words, and that's when the nervousness began to creep back in. I need to get a hold of myself, I do not want to ruin this shopping trip.

"Kennedy, hey. I've been... uh, waiting." He rushed out awkwardly, glancing at the fragrance counter in embarrassment. The sales lady shot him another look and his eyes widened as he grabbed my arm and led me away from that specific spot. His hands were warm and sent a jolt of something through my body from their touch. 

"So, what did you want to shop for? Clothes? Shoes? Bags? Jewelry? Preferably anything but perfume at the moment." He chuckled as he stopped pulling me, we were now standing in front of the clothing department. 

I chuckled, "I was planning on some clothes shopping. Is that okay with you?" 

"Absolutely... totally." He exhaled as his eyes locked on my face. I have no idea what he's looking at, is there a zit forming on my forehead or something? Oh my god that would be the worst possible thing in the world right now.

"Okay, well... I have to warn you-- I go pretty hard when I'm shopping." I smiled, trying to ease the nervousness that I was feeling. 

Stiles isn't anything to be nervous about, right? I mean he's just a boy. A boy who is insanely nice to me and I happen to really like him, but he's still just a boy. And we probably have a lot in common, I mean we both like Batman. That has to be the start to a beautiful friendship. 

He nodded, "I think I can handle it. Lead the way."

STILES' POV

I've been following Kennedy around Macy's for the past two hours, and when she said that she gets intense when she shops-- she wasn't kidding. This girl has already spent at least four hundred dollars, I mean we haven't checked out yet but I'm holding everything and I've seen a few of the price tags, and I've done some basic math to figure it out. 

During this shopping trip, we have talked about Batman. And we've talked about other things too. Like her favorite food; spaghetti, and her favorite t.v. show; Supernatural. I've learned some new things about her, but most of it I've already known. Like I knew that her favorite color was red. I knew that her favorite band was One Direction because she has a huge crush on Niall Horan. I knew that she hates Chemistry with a passion. I knew that owl's were her favorite animal. And I know that The Hunger Games is her favorite book series.

"Okay, so is there anything else that you don't know about me?" Kennedy chuckled as she handed me another top, it cost $75. 

I almost asked her how she has so much money, but I don't really care about that answer-- so to be honest I don't need to know. The only things that I want to ask her, are things that about her. 

"Actually, no. I think I know pretty much everything that I want to know." I replied. She turned around to face me in confusion, and I instantly stopped my movements. What did I say? Oh god, did I upset her? Or creep her out?

She rose an eyebrow, "You didn't ask about my dad."

My eyes widened at her accusation. I didn't not ask about her dad on purpose, to be honest I was more worried about trying to figure out the puzzle that is Kennedy Martin. I know that her dad committed suicide when she was eight and that's why she moved here, but that's all I know. And I honestly don't want to know anymore about it. I don't want to see her upset, and it will obviously upset her to talk about it. 

"Oh, uh-- I actually... I didn't want... um.. I mean.. I don't know what I mean." I sighed in exasperation. Why is it so hard for me to form a proper sentence when I'm talking to this girl? I have no problem talking to any other person, but when it comes to Kennedy Martin I get tongue tied and confused.

She chuckled and shook her head from side to side, "I'm sorry. I'm just used to people wanting to ask me about him. If you don't want to know, then you don't have to know." 

"Do you... um, want me to know?" I asked slowly, is she trying to say that she wants to tell me? I don't know, it's hard to read her or understand her sometimes. 

She shrugged, "Kinda. I mean, I want to be your friend and I want you to know as much about me as I can tell you. I hate secrets."

"Um, okay... I don't really know much about him, your dad I mean. I've heard that he killed himself and that's why you moved here.." I trailed off, praying that she would pick up the conversation because I feel entirely too put off to finish. 

Kennedy nodded, "Yeah. I was coming back from my friends house, her name was Sarah, and whenever I came home my dad would always have my dinner made for me. So when I walked through the door and went to the kitchen and saw my plate on the table I didn't think anything was wrong. There was a note by the plate that said to give my mom the envelope, and that envelope was on the counter. I was really confused so I went looking for him, and that's when I found him in the living room... laying on the floor. We had white carpet, and I remember seeing that all around him it was red, so red that it was almost black. I thought he was sleeping... so I went over and started shaking his shoulders, but he wouldn't wake up. I stayed be his side until my mom got home an hour later. We went to the hospital, I rode in the ambulance with my dad. He had a black bag over his body and I freaked out because I thought he couldn't breathe. I didn't understand that he was dead. When we got to the hospital, I sat in the waiting room for three hours by myself. I've hated hospitals ever since. Two days later we had the funeral, and then my mom packed up our stuff and we moved here right down the street from my dad's brother's house."

Her eyes were glassy and she was wiping at them with the back of her hand. My chest was burning from seeing her like this. I set the clothes down on the ground and pulled her into my chest, her body stilled for a moment in surprise, but she eventually wrapped her arms around me tightly. I had no idea that she had been the one to find her dad. I can't believe that she had to go through all of that when she was eight years old. 

"I'm sorry, I usually don't cry.." She mumbled and rolled her eyes. 

I sighed, "I had no idea... I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say... I--I was with my mom when she died too. I guess it's different though, because you found him... Kennedy, I am so sorry." I rambled as I squeezed her tighter. 

KENNEDY'S POV

Hugging him felt so amazingly perfect. It felt so familar and safe, it felt life I had been made solely for the purpose of him holding me. Of all these feelings, the one I was mose certain of, was that I certainly wouldn't be the first to let go. 

I had just told him everything. He knows everything there is to know about me. I have no idea why I told him all there is to know about me. Once I started talking, I just couldn't stop. And when he neglected to ask about my dad, I felt the need to tell him about that too. I don't know if I like the idea of him knowing everything, but at least now he won't be caught off guard with why I have so many issues with people. 

To be honest, I don't know how long we stood like this-- holding onto each other for dear life. I don't know how long it took for me to realize that he said he was with his mom when she died. I don't know how long it took for him to understand that he knows everything about me. I do know that the only reason we broke apart was because my phone started ringing. 

I pulled away from him and glanced at the caller I.D. to see that it was Lydia calling me. I sighed as I pressed the receiver to my ear, "Yes?"

"Kennedy Martin?" The voice on the other end of the line was not Lydia. It was an adult male voice, one that I didn't recognize.

"Yes? Who is this and why do you have my cousin's cell phone?" I replied quickly, Stiles was giving me an uneasy look-- and it matched the feeling I was having in my stomach. 

The man sighed, "This is Sheriff Stilinski. I'm calling on behalf on your cousin, there was an incident at the video rental store and you are her emergency contact." 

"What happened? Is she hurt? Oh my god." I panicked as I ran my other hand through my hair. Lydia and Jackson were supposed to go there to rent The Notebook, and now this is happening? Oh my god. 

Sheriff Stilinski quickly replied, "Lydia is fine. It was Jackson Whittemore who was assualted, she's a bit shaken up will you be able to come and pick her up? Or have her parents?"

"No, I can be there in like ten minutes. Thank you so much for calling." I rushed out as I ended the call. 

Stiles was watching me in confusion, "What happened?" 

"Lydia and Jackson were at the video store and Jackson was assualted and Lydia is traumatized. Your dad called me, I have to go over there." I explained as I stepped over the pile of clothes that I was going to purchase. 

Stiles followed behind me, "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, it's fine. I have to pick her up and take her home. Thank you, for everything. I'll text you okay?" I stopped my speed-walking so I could turn around and give him a quick hug before rushing out of the mall.

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"Just a friendly reminder, parent-teacher conferences are tonight. Student's below a "C" average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Harris rambled as he strutted around the room. He smirked at me and I sunk farther back in my seat, knowing that he was trying to point out that I was one of the students with a below "C" average in his class at the moment. 

Chemistry is literally my worst subject and I usually can maintain at least a B- with a lot of studying and cramming, but these past two units have been entirely too hard to understand. I don't get ionic or covalent bonding, nor do I understand the idea of a hydrogen bond. Danny offered me a reassuring smile and I let out a sigh, tonight was going to be rough. 

"Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Harris asked as he glanced at the empty seat behind me. Scott and Stiles sit at the lab bench behind Danny and I, and Jackson sits at the bench beside us with whatever Lacrosse follower her wishes that day. 

The door to the classroom opened and a very disheveled Jackson walked in, he looked really pale and kind of sweaty. Last night was a disaster. By the time I got to the video store, Jackson was shouting like an asshole at Sheriff Stilinski and Lydia was sitting on the tail-end of the ambulance shaking. I took Lydia home and her mom insisted that I leave her alone and let her rest. She didn't come to school today, and I'm supposed to go and see her after school today. 

Harris approached Jackson as he sat down, "Hey Jackson.. if you need to leave for any reason you let me know." 

I watched with wide-eyes as Harris actually acted like a decent human being for once in his life. He was my least favorite teacher, and that was more than likely because he taught Chemistry, but unless you are passing his class and don't speak at all-- he's a huge dick.

"Everyone start reading chapter nine. Mr. Stilinski.. try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs, it's Chemistry, not a coloring book." Harris sighed as he walked towards the front of the room. That's another reason why I dislike Harris, he's so rude to Stiles. 

Danny nudged me with his elbow and shot me a look, "So how did your date go yesterday?" He whispered and wriggled his eyebrows. 

"It wasn't a date." I hissed and flipped my book open to chapter nine. Oh great, now we're learning about molecular structures. Just kill me now. 

I grabbed my highlighter and twisted off the cap preparing to start attempting to understand this crap, but before I could Stiles leaned over behind me and I jumped in my seat at the sound of his voice, "Hey Kennedy can I ask you a question?" 

"Stiles we aren't supposed to be talking right now." I whispered back, not turning around to meet his gaze. I know that the second I did, I would be done for. 

He sighed, "Well I'm going to ask you anyway. Did Lydia come to school today?"

"No." I replied quietly. 

Stiles then leant forwards a bit more, "I have another question. Do you know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" 

"Lydia wouldn't talk last night, she was really shaken up." I responded. 

He then shifted his gaze to my lab partner, "Danny do you know what happened to Jackson last night?"

Danny sighed, "He wouldn't tell me."

"But he's your best friend.." Stiles pointed out. Danny just shrugged in response, obviously a bit upset that Jackson had kept something from him.

"One more questions." Stiles prompted.

Danny groaned, "What?"

"Do you find me attractive?" 

My eyes widened and Danny glanced at him oddly, Stiles had been leaning too far forward and he fell off of his stool. The book and the stool both fell to the floor with a clatter and Jackson shot him an annoyed look. I placed my hands over my mouth to muffle my laugh.

STILES' POV

Maybe this is a bad idea, but I need answers and Scott isn't freaking helping. I know that this whole alpha thing isn't just his problem, but he's one of two people who can try to stop it-- and he isn't taking this seriously. I have no idea where he is, but I have a good feeling that he skipped school today. 

I knocked on Lydia's front door quickly, her mom then pulled it open and offered me a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"

My eyes widened, "Um.. My name is Stiles-- I'm a friend of Lydia's and I wanted to know if I could see how she's doing after last night?"

Her mom nodded, "Absolutely. Come on in." I sighed in relief and stepped into Lydia's house. It was massive. I know that Kennedy lives a few houses down somewhere on this street, that means her house is just as big. It must get lonely with just her and her mom living there.

Lydia's mom led me up the stairs and down the hall to Lydia's room, "Honey, there's a Stiles here to see you." 

I then caught sight of Lydia. She was wearing a pretty revealing nightgown whilst being sprawled out on her bed. Her room was painted a light purple and most of the furniture matched it. 

"What the hell is a Stiles?" Lydia asked as she played with a strand of her hair. She looked like a mess. 

Her mom glanced at me, "She took a little something to ease her nerves... You can go on in."

I smiled in return, "Thanks."

"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked as she propped her head up with her hand, causing her gown to go un-even across her body. 

My eyes widened, "I was just making sure you were okay." That was partly true. I need some answers, and hopefully Lydia will be able to give them to me.

"Hmm... why?" She asked, smacking her lips together and tangling her hair across her face. Wow, she must have taken a lot of medicine to ease those nerves. She's so high it's unreal.

She then patted her bed and I awkwardly sat down beside, "Uh, because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling?"

"I feel fantastic." She replied as she moved her face closer to mine, grabbing my arm suggestively and smiling. What the hell? Is she hitting on me? She's obviously high, otherwise this wouldn't be happening. 

I gently grabbed her hand and pulled it off of my arm, "Oh--" I grabbed her bottle of pills and glanced at the label. It was a big word that I couldn't pronounce, but it did say that it would cause some disorientation. "I bet you can't say "I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop" ten times fast." I grinned. 

She smirked, "I saw Shuzy--"

"Ah.."

Lydia narrowed her eyes, "I shaw..."

I chuckled and placed the pill bottle back on her nightstand. There was a small stuffed giraffe placed beside a picture of her and Kennedy. I could tell that the picture was taken from the freshman Winter Formal. I remember Kennedy wearing that gray dress. 

"I saw.." Lydia said quietly, her eyes fixated on the wall in front of her. 

I rose an eyebrow, "What? Lydia what did you see?"

"Something." She responded. 

Okay, now we're getting somewhere. "Something... something like a mountain lion?" I asked quickly. 

"A mountain lion." She repeated, her eyes still glued to the wall. 

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion? Or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" I asked in confusion.

I sighed as she once again repeated, "A mountain lion."

New plan. I grabbed the stuffed giraffe and held it in front of her face, "What's this?"

She smiled, "A mountain lion."

"Okay. You're so drunk." I sighed. Lydia then dropped her head on my lap and I froze. Oh my god. Her phone then buzzed on the nightstand. Awkwardly, I reached my arm over her head and picked it up-- but instead of a text message popping up, a video was playing. A video of the alpha, busting out of the window of the video store. Oh my god. 

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KENNEDY'S POV

"He literally hates me." I groaned to my mom as we walked out of Harris' room. Not only did he tell my mom that he is concerned I have ADD, but he also said that I don't have discipline. Which isn't true because I'm passing every single one of my classes with A's, except Chemistry.

My mom sighed, "Kennedy I don't understand why you don't understand this stuff. You never have problems like this."

"I know." I muttered as I wrapped my arms around myself when the brisk night air hit us. I absolutely hate parent-teacher conferences. 

I sighed as my mom pulled out her keys and unlocked the car, but that's when I heard the growling. My eyes widened when I saw what I assumed to be a mountain lion. It was standing two feet in front of me. Oh my god. 

"Kennedy... don't move." My mom said in a shaky voice. I pulled my hand over my mouth so I didn't scream, but it was too late-- the lady that was getting in the car beside our's starting screaming. The mountain lion then began to run off in the opposite direction. More people started screaming and scrambled to their cars.

People were running around and cars were pulling out of their spots and speeding through the parking lot with little regard to the people that were still outside. Sheriff Stilinski then ran in front of our car and he got backed into by a white Toyota. I rushed over to help him, "Oh my god, are you alright?" I asked as he sent me a pained smile. 

"I'm okay, I'm fine." He responded and then pulled a gun out from under his pants leg. I heard the two shots then, and I was confused as to who did it because Sheriff Stilinski sure as hell didn't. 

I turned around and saw the dead body of the mountain lion, with a crowd of people around it. Scott and Allison's dad were the two people in the front of the crowd, I then saw the gleam from the silver handgun that Mr. Argent was trying to conceal. What the hell?

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so this chapter was a bit longer than the others, and that's because i got a bit carried away with the stennedy fluff. haha. i hope you all liked this chapter though. i have some news btw! if you haven't heard, Mads and I opened up a joint account and we are going to post some stuff on there. so if you want to read some awesome stuff go and give it a follow, the name is  @abominable_snowman  there's a link on my profile. also i made a twitter if you want to give that a follow my username is  xsimply_stilesx  the link to that is also on my profile. 

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