i apologize in advance for how short this chapter is. the next one is going to be a lot longer, i promise! xx

STILES' POV

"Stiles what are we doing here?" Scott groaned in annoyance as I put my jeep in park. I turned to face him with a wide smile, this plan was totally going to work-- I was sure of it. 

I reached back behind my seat to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels that I had stolen from my kitchen. My dad doesn't really need it anyway, it's not like he needs to be drinking an entire bottle of Jack Daniels in the middle of the night. He's done that before, and it never helps him accomplish anything.

"When your best friend get's dumped--" 

Scott cut me off harshly, "I didn't get dumped! We're taking a break."

I rolled my eyes, "Alright, well when your best friend get's told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break, you get your best friend drunk!"

Scott then mimicked my previous action of dramatically rolling his eyes before he slid out of the jeep. I grinned triumphantly and followed behind him, deeper into the dark woods. I won't lie, the alcohol will serve as much as a distraction to me as it would Scott. Kennedy is really starting to confuse the hell out of me and I don't know what to do.

A huge part of me is screaming, literally freaking screaming, to just kiss her and tell her how I feel. And believe me, I want to do that more than anything-- but then this stupid and more practical voice starts telling me to think it over because she may not want me to kiss her, and the last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable. With that thought swirling about in my head, I twisted the cap off and took a swig of the amber colored liquid. It burnt as it went down, and I winced momentarily. 

Scott found a tree stump and plopped himself down on it, I chuckled as I took another drink and laid out on the cool ground. The stars were visible tonight and the sight was enough to make me smile like the drunken idiot I was slowly becoming. Kennedy is probably looking up at these same stairs, well not probably because they are the same stars. Unless there are different ones above her house, how does that even work exactly? 

"Dude, dude.. You know, she's--she's just one girl. One girl. You know outta so many, there are so many girls in the sea." I slurred as I chuckled to myself. Scott was a brooding downer, and he hasn't even had one single drop of the alcohol yet. What a buzzkill. I mean I've been friend-zoned by the girl I love and you don't see me moping around.

My best friend sighed deeply, "Fish in the sea."

"Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls. Oh, I love girls. I love 'em. Love... especially one's with brown hair, hazel eyes, five foot two.." I rambled as the image of Kennedy's face lit up like Times Square in the forefront of my mind. 

Scott chuckled, "You mean Kennedy?"

"Yes. I love her, I love Kennedy." I hummed happily as my hand went for the bottle. I awkwardly pushed myself up into a seated position as I shoved the bottle in Scott's direction, nearly dropping the glass container on the ground due to my drunken haze.

I blinked several times to clear my vision, "Hey... you're not happy? Take a drink."

"I don't want any." Scott huffed as he shot me a look. A look that was telling me that I really didn't need to drink any more either, but you know what self-control is so overrated. Like, who even wants to try and be a good person anymore? All that does is get your heartbroken and ignored for eight years.

I sighed, "You're not drunk."

Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm not anything."

"Maybe-- maybe it's like a wolf thing! Like, maybe you can't get drunk as a wolf. Am I drunk?" I hiccuped as I blinked again. Why are there two Scott McCall's sitting in front of me? I'm pretty sure that my best friend does not posses the power to duplicate himself, or maybe that's a werewolf thing too? 

"You're wasted." He stated flatly. 

I chuckled again, "Aw, come on man! I know it sucks. Actually, I don't know... but I--I know this! I know that as much as being broken up with sucks, being alone is wayyyy worse." 

Scott glanced at me with a perplexed yet empathetic look on his face, "That didn't make any sense. I need another drink." I went to grab the bottle once more, but before I could a hand that most definitely wasn't Scott's shot out and snatched it away from me. I glanced up in confusion to see two guys that looked like bad news standing above me. Oh, I should probably stand up.

"Look at the two little bitches getting their drink on." The guy with a backwards hat on chuckled, he looked like a total asshole. Great. This is so not how tonight was supposed to go down. I was just supposed to get Scott drunk so he could get over Allison, instead I wound up getting drunk because of Kennedy. Great plan, Stiles. You deserve a gold freaking star for this one.

Scott stood up instantly and my eyes widened, "Give it back."

"I think he wants a drink," The other guy grinned sarcastically. 

My eyes widened slightly and I took a step back fearfully, "Scott.. maybe we should go." I said quietly. He is so not in the right frame of mind to handle being angry at the moment, and the last thing I want to see tonight is my best friend rip these two douche-bags in half because they took a half empty bottle of my dad's Jack Daniel's.

"You came here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet." Scott muttered as he took a threatening step towards the two of them. Normally, I would love to see Scott kick some ass, but the timing is so not right. A full moon is crawling closer and closer and he is already on edge as it is with the whole Allison thing.

Scott clenched his jaw, "Give me the bottle."

The two idiots smirked and shook their heads from side to side, are they stupid? I mean, Scott may not be bigger than them but he is acting like a lunatic. He needs to calm the hell down, I'm too afraid to tell him to do just that, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't need to do it.

"Give me the bottle of Jack," He spat, my eyes traveled down to his hands to find his fingers spreading apart with his wolf talons growing, oh that's not good. His eyes must be changing, that would explain why the asswipe is handing him the bottle with a shaky hand and wide eyes.

As soon as Scott snatched the bottle up, he then launched it at the tree behind the two guys, and the bottle shattered upon impact. Pieces of glass rained down onto the ground, the remaining about of Jack began to seep into the ground and into the bark of the tree.

I swallowed dryly as Scott snatched up my forearm and tugged me back towards my jeep. Alright, well I know now that I can't take Scott to go and get drunk anymore, otherwise bad things will happen.

KENNEDY'S POV

"So, I want all of the details. Don't spare a single thing." Danny chuckled as he slid into his desk, a smirk plastered onto his face. 

I have yet to tell him the full extent of how my feelings for Stiles have grown immensely in the past few days. It seems like the more time I spend with him, the more attached I become. When we were "trapped" in the school the other night, he went out of his way to keep me safe, no one has ever done that for me before. 

Danny knew about Stiles protecting me though, because he had text me the next morning asking for the details. And I was most certainly not going to keep him in the dark about how heroic Stiles had acted. Plus, I loved talking about the fact that he punched Jackson. More people should punch Jackson, because it seemed to shut him up for a few minutes.

"I don't know what else you want me to tell you?" I retorted, there was still plenty to tell him. Hell, Lydia still doesn't know that I like Stiles yet. I probably should get around to informing her of this particular piece of information, lord knows that if she finds out through someone else she is going to have my head. 

Danny chuckled again, "Are you going to ask him to the Winter Formal?"

"Why do you keep bringing up that dance?" I groaned before hitting my head on the desk, I swear this stupid dance is brought up more often than it should be. I'm usually really excited for the dance because I get to dress up and have fun, but the thought of Stiles going with someone that isn't me, makes my chest hurt, and the idea of asking him, makes my stomach hurt. Either way, I'm hurting and it's not fun. 

Would Stiles even want to go to the dance with me? Like, he could totally want to attend with someone who, well.. who isn't me, and then what if I ask him and he feels guilty so he says "yes" just because he doesn't want me to go alone, but he doesn't even want to go with me in the first place? That is totally plausible and the thought scares the shit out of me. 

"I keep bringing it up because I want you to go with him, obviously." Danny said. I know that's why he keeps asking, I'm not stupid. 

A sigh escaped me once more, "I know. I want to go with him too, but we just aren't on that level yet, I mean we've only been sort-of friends for like four days. In what world does that give either one of us the right to ask the other to a dance?" 

"Your world." He stated simply. 

My world. I smiled at the thought. My world would be fantastic. Stiles and I would be together without having to worry about Lydia making comments, Jackson would be a mute, and they would serve actual food in the school cafeteria.

I nodded once, "Yes that would be okay in my world, but this--" my arms gestured to the nearly empty classroom around us, "is not my world. This is reality whereas my world is some fantasy land."

"Then make your fantasy your reality? Kennedy, I love you to death, I do, but sweetie you are so over complicating things. Did my advice about going up and saying "hello" to not work?" Danny asked with a quirked brow. 

I was silent in response because his advice had worked, it actually was the first conversation that I had with Stiles where I didn't make a complete and total fool of myself. Danny smirked in satisfaction, "See! Now, just do whatever I tell you to and everything will work out. I promise. Now, just go and ask him to go to the dance with you." 

"Isn't that the guy's thing to do though? Like, doesn't a dance invitation have to be all elaborate and shit?" I groaned as I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. I hate this whole having feelings for someone thing. It makes life so much more complicated than need-be.

Danny sighed, "It doesn't have to be elaborate. Walk up to him and ask him if you don't want to be all extravagant. Although, if you do want to make a great impression doing an elaborate proposal would be nice."

My eyes widened and I choked out the P word, "Proposal?"

He rolled his eyes, "Not that kind of proposal! Jesus, Kennedy you need to calm down. You're getting all flustered."

"Ya don't say," I muttered. 

"I have some idea's in mind if you want to ask him to the dance?" Danny offered. The grin on his face was anything but normal, and I knew that I would wind up embarrassing myself some way or another with his little idea's. 

That being said, I responded with the only word that my mind could register at the moment. "Okay."

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Hey everyone! So sorry that this chapter is pretty short. I wanted all of the good stuff to be in the next chapter. Anywho, I have on day left of exam's and then I'm off school Monday, wooo! I am so done with this school year, on the bright side it's halfway over! It's snowing and hella cold here and I just want Stiles to cuddle with. I read The Fault in Our Stars yesterday and had a dream about it last night, only Harry Styles was Augustus Waters and I was Hazel Grace, so I woke up this morning crying because I just couldn't handle it. 

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