Stop crying, I mentally scolded myself as I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. Why the hell would she do this? I know that she has been kind of a shitty parent since my dad passed but seriously? Hooking up with my damn Chemistry teacher? The one teacher that is giving me the hardest time and that I can't stand! The worst part of this is that I don't have a single person to tell this to, because Lydia has currently cut me out of her life and she is the only person that I would talk about my mom to. 

I'm sitting in my car in the school parking lot crying like an idiot because I can't get a handle on my emotions. It's so pathetic and cliche that I won't to throw up. I very well may throw up too, the image of my mom lip-locked with Mr. Harris is still very fresh in my mind and it's making me nauseous.

A total of five minutes passed before I finally stopped blubbering like that Youtube star Chloe's sister after she was told that they were going to Disneyland or Disney world, one of the two. With a sigh, I slid out of my car and made my way towards the lacrosse field. The only thing that is giving me some glimmer of hope is the fact that I will get to Stiles finally be able to play. I know that he's wanted to be able to play for so long, hell-- I've watched him ride the bench for months, and tonight is finally his night to do it.

The walk to the field was cold and depressing. Who am I even going to sit with? Lydia is going to ignore me and Allison is probably going to sit with her, even though she shouldn't because Lydia made out with her boyfriend, but whatever. 

People were already screaming and chanting as the two teams warmed up. My eyes searched the field and sideline for Stiles, but I couldn't seem to find him. Well, he did say that he may be running a bit late, I just hope he makes it on time. 

My feet carried me to the third row of benches in the bleachers before I saw an opening and sat down. When I glanced over to see who I was sitting next to, my eyes widened considerably. Sheriff Stilinski was smiling warmly as he recognized me, of course I would end up sitting by Stiles' dad. It's not like there are other places for me to sit or anything.

"Uh, hey. Do you mind if I sit here, or were you saving a seat?" I asked awkwardly. 

He shook his head from side to side, "No, no. It's fine. You're Kennedy, right?" 

I rose an eyebrow, "Yeah.. uh, have we ever actually introduced ourselves before?" I chuckled nervously. I don't recall ever actually saying that my name was Kennedy to Sheriff Stilinski, but I could be wrong.

"No, I mean-- at least I don't think so. I've just heard a lot about you." He responded with a nod and a faint smile.

"I'm going to assume that they're not bad things.." I remarked awkwardly. How would he have heard things about me? I don't do anything particularly important in the town, nor have I ever been arrested or anything.

Sheriff Stilinski smiled again, "Stiles talks about you a lot, is what I meant. Ever since I told him about the kind young woman to help me up after I got hit by a car in the parking lot, he knew instantly who I was talking about and then I realized that you're the girl." 

With the way that he said I was the girl, I couldn't help but blush and look out onto the field. I had no idea that Stiles talked about me. We have only been working on this whole friendship thing for about two weeks now, how much can he say in 14 days? I wonder if he told his dad that I asked him to the dance earlier today? 

"So, um... is being the town Sheriff as cool of a job as it looks?" I asked in attempt to change the subject. 

He chuckled as he began to tell me different perks of working the Force and how it has really helped me better himself as an overall person. 

STILES' POV

"Did you get the picture I sent?" Scott asked quickly from the other end of the phone call. I could hear the distinct chanting of the crowd behind him, he was on the sidelines of the field.

I sighed loudly, "Yes, it looks exactly like the picture." 

Derek, who was sitting next to me in my jeep, then forcefully grabbed my wrist and jerked my cell phone in his direction, "Did you check inside of it or the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."

"No no no, the thing's flat is doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here, you're first line. Look man if you're not here to start, you're not gonna get to play." Scott sighed. 

I jerked my hand away from Derek and closed my eyes briefly,  "I know, just... if you see my dad or Kennedy will you tell them that I'll be there? I'm just running a bit late." I didn't leave Scott time to answer before I hastily ended the call and slid my phone back into my pocket. 

My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to convince myself that Kennedy won't hate me for lying to her face for like the tenth time. I wish I could just tell her everything, and I mean everything. I can't very well develop a relationship with her if I keep lying to her about what my life now consists of. Without thinking I slammed my hands down on the steering wheel in frustration, this is so beyond ridiculous. 

"You're not gonna make it." Derek stated flatly.

"I know!" I snapped defensively. He was really starting to piss me off. I mean, it's not like I'm potentially compromising any form of relationship with the girl I've been in love with for eight years so I can help his sorry werewolf ass or anything.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "And you didn't tell him about his mom."

"Hey, sorry for not wanting to just throw information about his freaking mother at him right before the game. Do you want him wolfing out on some random guy on the field because he can't keep his head on straight?" I retorted. 

Derek was silent and I smirked in satisfaction, "Didn't think so."

I rolled my eyes as I reached for the handle on the door so I could go and see if Derek's uncle was alone so Derek could try and get some information or something, you know I actually have no idea what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. 

"Wait, one more thing--" Derek began, and as I turned to look at him, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it in the direction of the steering wheel. My forehead hit the grip and I groaned in pain as I quickly retracted away, pressing my hands to my now throbbing face.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" I shouted loudly, although I had a fairly good assumption as to why he decided to inflict physical pain.

"You know what that was for, now go! Go!" He snapped as he pointed towards the entrance to the hospital. Yeah, that was definitely for using his body for the sake of having Danny trace a cell number. 

I shot him an annoyed glance before I slid out of the jeep, groaning in both pain and even more annoyance. My face hurts and I just want to go play lacrosse so I can impress Kennedy and my dad and finally do something worthy of their time, but no-- I can't do that because I'm sour wolf's personal errand boy because Scott seems to think that the whole "best friend" extends to me doing whatever he wants. 

My shoes squeaked against the recently polished white tile floor as I made my way to the room that Derek had instructed me to go to, the hospital seemed unusually empty and it was giving me a bad feeling. Shouldn't there be at least one nurse walking around to prevent people like me from snooping? 

I turned the corner to the wing of the hospital where Derek's immobile and severely burned Uncle was supposed to be residing, again it was empty. My eyes scanned the doors for the proper room number and when I pushed the door open, I saw that the room was empty. Well that's weird. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed the number Derek had given me for "emergencies only."

"What? Did you find his nurse? Her name is Jennifer." He stated the second that he answered. 

I rolled my eyes, "No. I can't find her."

Derek was silent for a moment, "What do you mean? Is he in his room?"

"No. He's not here either." I responded simply.

I turned on my heel to go and check the computer at the receptionist desk but I froze when I caught sight of the man who was supposed to be Derek's immobile Uncle, standing beside me. He was wearing a bright red dress shirt and a black leather trench coat. Derek then shouted, "STILES GET OUT OF THERE IT'S HIM, HE'S THE ALPHA!" 

My eyes widened as I swallowed dryly, oh this isn't good. I went to run for the exit, but then a petite woman with ginger hair appeared out of nowhere with a smirk on her face, "Visiting hours are over." 

I blinked rapidly as I glanced at Peter, "You must be Stiles."

Oh god. How does he know my name? He's the Alpha? It's been him this entire time? It wasn't Derek or Deaton, no-- it was his supposed paralyzed Uncle. I did not see this one coming. 

My eyes shot between Peter Hale and Jennifer the nurse rapidly, "Oh my... you and him? And he... then you? Oh my god." I managed to get out.

Peter smirked and I swallowed nervously, "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die."

Jennifer's body then was shoved into the wall out of nowhere I jumped in place when Derek appeared where she had been standing. His eyes were glowing bright blue and his fangs were shining underneath the overhead lights. 

Uncle Hale shook his head from side to side, "That's not nice. She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch who is helping you kill people. Get out of the way!" Derek snapped as he shot me a look. 

I blinked once, "Oh damn." I mumbled before falling to the floor just as they ran at each other. I crawled furiously behind the desk, the sound of drywall splitting and glass shattering echoed around the empty room. I jumped and nearly smacked my head on the counter as Derek flew over top of me, slamming into the neighboring wall. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?

KENNEDY'S POV

"WE'RE GOING TO STATE! STATE! STATE!" 

I smiled and nodded at the over enthusiastic players, hoping to maybe find Scott so I could ask him where the hell Stiles was. He hadn't showed up, and he wasn't answering any of my text messages either. I'm starting to get worried. 

The entire game, I talked to Mister Stilinski about anything and everything. He was actually really nice and super easy to talk to. I told him about how Lydia and I are no longer speaking and he gave me some advice. I told him about how my mom is hooking up with Mr. Harris, and he fully sympathized on how utterly gross and awkward it was. And then we talked about Stiles. 

Personally, that was my favorite topic. He told me about how Stiles has always been sarcastic, ever since he learned how to talk he was pulling things out of the blue and being witty. He told me how he is actually really smart, but a lot of people don't see that side of him because he's so goofy. He told me how when he fell off of his bike when he was seven and scraped his knee that Stiles cried for an hour straight. He told me how one day in third grade he came home and asked his mom what love felt like because he was pretty sure that he was in love with a girl. He told me so many things about Stiles, and I honestly could have sat there and listened to him for hours, but then the fame ended, and we broke apart to look for Stiles.

I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going and I walked right into someone, I glanced up hopefully-- thinking that it would be Stiles like it had been that one night 16 days ago, but instead it had been Scott. 

"Hey! Nice job tonight, you did amazing." I said with a forced smile. Yes, I was sill kind of pissed off about him shoving Danny to the ground and making out with Lydia because he was having issues with Allison.

His eyes widened in confusion, "Hi, and um.. thanks. I didn't know that you were here-- I didn't see you." 

I nodded once, "Yeah, I didn't sit with Lydia... anyway, have you seen Stiles? He told me that he was going to be here and he never showed and he's not answering my text.." 

"Oh, no. I haven't seen him. He didn't come, I'm sure he's fine though. Oh, and I heard that you two are going to the Winter Formal together, that's awesome." He was smiling now, and the smile seemed a bit mischievous. 

"Yeah, well.. I have to go--"

He grabbed my wrist gently, "I know that you kinda hate me right now for what I did, it's obvious, and I want to apologize. I wasn't in my right mind the other day and I'm really sorry for everything."

I quirked an eyebrow, "I think it's Danny and Allison that you should be apologizing to, not you."

"I did apologize to them, and I do need to apologize to you because we were kind of becoming friends and I would really hate to ruin that because I was being a hormonal jerk about my relationship." He rushed out quickly.

I sighed as I watched him offer me a smile that was practically waving several white flags and extending several olive branches in itself. Maybe I should just move past this, I mean I am running out of people to talk to, and with Lydia's threat of having no friends left after she's done with me, I should probably try to make as many friends as I can.

"Okay, yeah-- okay. You're forgiven." I relented. 

Scott grinned and pulled me into his chest for a hug, "Thank you! I swear, I won't do anything like that ever again. And now with you and Stiles dating--"

"Whoa whoa whoa, we're not dating." I cut him off quickly. 

He glanced at me in confusions, "What? But... I thought that you two were going to the dance together, as like a couple?"

"No! We're just friends, I mean-- I think, yeah. No, we're just friends." I stammered awkwardly. 

Scott rose an eyebrow, "Do you want to go as just friends?"

"Yes." I responded, lying without even thinking about it. I can't very well tell Stiles' best friend that I want to be going to this dance as a couple. I mean, Stiles and I literally just got to the whole friendship zone, I can't rush this, not with him. I don't want to risk messing anything up.

There was something about the look on his face that told me he didn't buy a single thing of what I was saying but he nodded nevertheless, "Okay. Well, since you two are going to the dance as just friends you won't mind if I end up tagging along?"

"Of course not." I responded simply, that wasn't a lie. I didn't mind if Scott hung out with Stiles and I, it's not like Scott is the worst company in the world. Now, if he acted like Jackson-- that would be a totally different story.

He smiled again, "Awesome! Well, I have to go-- I'll see you around, okay?"

"Okay." 

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Here is chapter eighteen. How exciting. Only six more chapters and then this book will be drawing to a close. I already have a cover, thanks to Mads, and a trailer, and a description for the sequel. How exciting? This chapter was mostly just Kennedy doing whatever, lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter nevertheless though. 

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