KENNEDY'S POV

I awoke the next morning with a dead cell phone battery and I smile on my face. I had talked to Stiles for over two hours last night about The Hunger Games, and he listened to every single thing I had to say. I ranted about how Gale got on my nerves for the majority of the series, I fangirled over Everlark, and I complained about President Snow. He didn't interrupt me, and he even asked questions.

"Do Katniss and Peeta end up together?" He asked in amusement as I went on my first Everlark rant of the conversation. I had just finished telling him about how when The Games were over Peeta found out that Katniss had been pretending to be in love with him the entire time, and he obviously hadn't been. 

"I can't tell you! That would be skipping ahead, I'm just telling you about the first book." I had responded, smiling at the fact that I would have many more phone calls like this in my future if he wanted to hear all about the series. 

Getting ready this morning seemed to be much more enjoyable, I had an amazing night of sleep and I feel totally rested. For the first time since the seventh grade, I didn't read the small message of encouragement on my mirror telling me that I was beautiful, because today-- I actually felt beautiful. It was an odd feeling, but I wasn't going to question it. 

My mother was nowhere to be found as I skipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing my usual breakfast of a granola bar. She's been acting so odd lately, maybe I should talk to her about it.. find out if she is actually dating people or just sleeping around. It's so unlike her, and it kind of worries me. 

The drive to school was also enjoyable, I blasted One Direction-- singing along and rolling the windows down, letting the wind whip my hair around my face. I was having such a good day for some reason. I guess that saying about getting a good nights sleep was true, it really does improve your day. After I parked my car and sauntered into the school, I caught sight of my cousin at her locker, looking a lot more put together than she had been yesterday.

"Good morning beautiful cousin of mine, how're you feeling?" I greeted her as I leaned my back against the neighboring locker. 

Lydia was applying a new coat of shiny pink lip gloss to her gorgeous full lips, I was so jealous of them. They are like perfect, much like her entire exterior appearance to be honest. I can admit that my cousin has a killer body and beautiful facial features. You would have to be blind to not see that. 

She smiled and capped the lip gloss, "You're awfully cheery this morning."

"I've actually been having a really nice morning. I got a lot of sleep, and I didn't have to deal with my mom this morning, oh and I'm having an awesome hair day." I chuckled, scanning the hallway for my new favorite person at this school. I had it set in my mind that I was going to talk to Stiles today, in person. Talking to him for nearly three hours on the phone last night really helped me gain some confidence. 

My cousin smirked as she cocked her head to the side, "I see... well don't bite my head off but tonight Jackson and I are going out with Allison and Scott again, would you like to tag along? We could use your over the top good mood." 

"You want me to fifth-wheel it?" I asked in confusion. It was weird that she even invited me in the first place, but now she isn't suggesting that I go on a date with a random boy of her choosing-- who is this and what have they done with Lydia Martin?

She shrugged, "Yeah. We were probably just going to see a movie anyway. It could be fun." 

Fun? I don't think that our idea's of fun are the same thing, I would much rather go home and talk to Stiles on the phone again, hell-- I may even ask to hang out with him in person after school, I'm feeling extremely bold today. 

"Is there another reason that you want me to come?" I inquired, quirking an eyebrow. Lydia always has a reason for doing something. As much as it pains me to say this, she schemes, a lot. And most of the time those schemes end up being something not so great. 

Lydia chuckled, "I can't want to hang out with my own cousin?"

"Not when you have that look on your face." I retorted, eyeing her suspiciously. Lydia has this look, and that particular look tells me that those little gears in her head are grinding against one another, forming a plan of mass destruction. 

She smiled in amusement and placed her hands on my shoulders, "I promise I'm not scheming about you and tonight. This is just a simple invitation from a girl who misses her cousin who has being distant the past few days." 

I sighed in defeat, "Alright. Yeah, I guess I'll go."

"Yay!" Lydia squealed in excitement, hugging me tightly. I rolled my eyes and hugged her back, finally-- my cousin was acting like her normal self again.

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I am never agreeing to fifth-wheel with Lydia, Allison, Jackson, and Scott ever again. The evening was already off to a bad enough start when Lydia had informed me that I would be catching a ride with her and Jackson in his tiny ass Porsche. The backseat had barely enough room for me, and that's saying something because I'm about the size of your average eighth grader. And then, stupid Scott decided to be late when picking Allison up-- so Lydia and Jackson volunteered to do it. I have practically been sitting on Allison's lap for the past ten minutes. 

"Scott just texted me, he said to meet him at the school." Allison stated as she glanced at her phone screen. 

Jackson groaned, "Why the hell is he at the school?"

That was a good question. I'm pretty sure that it's illegal to be on the school grounds after hours, not only that-- why would you want to be at school when you aren't required? I hate this place, I know I sure as hell wouldn't want to spend any extra time there. 

"I don't know, can you just drop me off there? I'm sorry about all of this." Allison rushed out, she was obviously uncomfortable-- and I don't think it's just because of our seating arrangement. 

Lydia sighed, "Yes we can drop you off."

I rolled my eyes and adjusted my position on the small section of seat that I had to myself, my head was leaning against the interior at an awkward angle. The next time that Lydia ask's me to partake in their group date, I will be for sure turning down that invitation. 

Jackson pulled up towards the entrance of the school and upon the sight of that familiar powder blue jeep my eyes widened-- oh what the hell is Stiles doing here? My entire body froze when I realized that I was more than likely going to wind up having an interaction with Stiles in front of Lydia.

Lately, I have been avoiding the topic of mine and Stiles' newly found friendship with Lydia. It's not that I'm embarrassed to tell her that I am his friend, I have no problem telling her all about our friendship. It's the fact that I don't trust myself when talking about Stiles in general, I may or may not suffer from word vomit and end up saying something that reveals my true feelings for him, and Lydia is certainly not someone that I want to disclose that information with. 

Jackson opened his door and I slid out with Allison following behind me, the chilly night air smacked me dead in the face and I shivered involuntarily. I have no idea why I am always so cold, maybe I should get that checked out. 

Allison glanced at the main doors to the school, which were being propped open by a pair of bolt cutters, yeah that totally looks normal and not sketchy in the slightest. "I'm going to go and try to find him. He's in there somewhere." She stated. 

I watched in confusion as Jackson pulled out a flashlight form his beloved Porsche and handed it to her, "Here take this. And be careful." He was speaking in a low tone, not allowing my cousin, his girlfriend, to hear him. I rose an eyebrow in question, is Jackson flirting with Allison?

"Careful Jackson, you actually sound concerned about someone other than yourself." I remarked, not liking the situation one bit. I shot Jackson an annoyed look and he returned it, clearly pissed off that I had been here to ruin his chance with making a pass at Allison.

"Ken... will you come with me?" Allison asked, giving me a look that told me that I needed to say yes. Although the use of that nickname was enough to tell me that something was up. She very rarely called me Ken, actually-- Lydia is usually the only person to call me Ken.

I nodded, "Sure."

Allison offered Jackson a smile as she grabbed my wrist with her free hand and led me into the dark and empty school. I didn't like the feeling that I was getting in the pit of my stomach, we shouldn't be here..

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So... this chapter was kind of short, sorry! The next two chapters are the good ole Nightschool chapters, and that episode is always fun. I have some cute Stennedy stuff planned, so be excited for that! And, I have finally finished mapping out this story, so I have all loose ends tied up and everything. I am excited to get it all posted for you all to read. I am really proud of this story so far, and I am having a blast writing it! 

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