KENNEDY'S POV

I have been attempting to answer as many questions as I could with the past four cops that have questioned me, but I was starting to run on out ideas to avoid the main focus of all of their questions: what did I see? 

So, I took a detour into the bathroom. When I glanced at myself in the mirror I cringed, I looked absolutely dreadful. My hair was a mess from the amount of times I've ran my hands through it, I have Lydia's blood smeared all over the front of my dress, my own blood is dried on my neck and chest. Not to mention my eye make-up is starting to run. I need to go home and change, as soon as humanly possible. 

After staring at myself for all of five minutes, I slipped out of the bathroom, only to be snatching up into someone's tight embrace. I nearly let out a scream, but the instant their arms were around me I knew exactly who it was and instead of screaming, I let out a sigh. 

"Where the hell have you been? Are you okay?" I asked him quickly, his shirt was untucked and the knees of his pants were dirty. 

He sighed, "I'm sorry I had to run all the way here. Have you told them anything?" 

"No. I didn't know what to tell them so I just... kept my mouth shut. Jackson told your dad that you took Lydia as a date to the dance." I sighed in exasperation. 

Stiles nodded, "I know I just talked to my dad. Look, I meant what I said, I'm gonna explain everything but until then I need you to just do whatever I say okay? I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, I promise." 

"I trust you." I said quietly. I do trust him, I wish that I didn't because that trust has done nothing but caused me severe chest pains for the past 18 hours, but I trust him regardless and I know that he means what he says when he promises to keep me safe. 

Jackson then came storming down the hall after Stiles, "Where the hell are you going?" 

Stiles spun around to face him in annoyance, "I'm going to find Scott, alright?" 

"But you don't have a car." Jackson pointed out.

Stiles grabbed my hand and began to tug me down the hallway, "I'm aware of that. Thank you." 

"Here. Look, I'll drive—" Jackson didn't get to finish his sentence because he had placed his hand on Stiles' shoulder and at the sudden touch Stiles jerked away and shoved him back. I was getting flashbacks of the time when Stiles whirled off and punched Jackson in the face. 

Stiles eyes were ablaze as he glared at Jackson, "Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, alright? Half of this is still your fault." 

"I have a car, you don't. Do you want my help or not?" Jackson snapped. 

Stiles sighed, "Alright, fine. Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah." Jackson groaned. 

"Good. I'll drive." Stiles responded as he grabbed the keys from Jackson's outstretched hand. Great, guess this means I'll be shoved in the back of that stupid ass car again. That backseat is literally too small for children. 

As we began to make our way down the hall, Mr. Argent and two very scary looking dudes dressed in all black appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Stiles pushed me behind him once again and my eyes widened in shock, what is going on?

"Boys. I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is." Mr. Argent stated as he rose an eyebrow. 

Stiles cleared his throat, "Scott McCall? Uh... Haven't seen him since, um.. the dance. Jackson, you?" 

Mr. Argent shifted his gaze to Jackson who looked about ready to shit his pants, "Uh... I... um..."

"Oh for the love of God." I muttered, how hard is it to lie and say that you haven't seen Scott? I swear, sometimes Jackson has the IQ of an infant. 

Mr. Argent's little posy grabbed a hold of Stiles and Jackson, whereas he grabbed me and pulled me along with them. I squirmed around in his hold as he slammed the doors of the examination room and locked us in. 

"Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?" Mr. Argent snapped as he glared at me. 

My eyes went wide, "I have no idea." 

"Do I have to give you some encouragement?" He seethed, I was about to question what he meant but before I could one of the guys clothed in all black grabbed Stiles and slammed his body against a cabinet. 

"Stop! Please! I don't know where he is, Danny told me that he left the school! Please don't hurt him." I stammered as I made eye-contact with Stiles. Mr. Argent released me and swapped places with the man that just hurt Stiles. I tried to move away from him, but he grabbed me and held me in a tight grip by the upper-arm, Jackson was standing beside a bed with wide eyes. 

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" Mr. Argent shouted as he pushed Stiles into the cabinet with more force, I winced as I watched it happen. 

Stiles was breathing heavily as he responded with, "No. I could put it on my to-do list if you just let me go."

"Well, I have, and the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on the full moon. Do you want to know what happened?" He was speaking so quickly and the words coming out of his mouth were confusing the hell out of me. 

One of his friends turned into what on a full moon? A werewolf? Is that even possible? I thought that maybe the Argent's were like Bounty Hunters or something, like pulling a Dexter Morgan act up in Beacon Hills, but maybe I was completely off. Maybe they are Hunters, just of a different species: werewolves.

"Not really. No offense to your story telling skills." Stiled retorted.

Mr. Argent was seething at this point, "He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the was most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?" 

I blinked rapidly as I let all of this information soak in. Okay, so apparently werewolves are real and Scott McCall happens to be one. So does that mean that Derek Hale is a werewolf too? Is that why the Argent's kidnapped him? I guess that man that attacked Lydia is one too, but why did he want Derek? 

"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more selective—"

Stiles was cut off by Mr. Argent slamming his hand against the metal door of the cabinet, I jumped at the sound and Stiles jolted in place out of pure shock, "Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?!" 

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer that I lock him in the basement and burn the whole house down around him?" Stiles snapped. The full moon... that was the day that Scott kissed Lydia, wasn't it? I remember seeing the little circle on my calendar before I left for school that morning. 

Jackson and I exchanged a confused glance as Mr. Argent chuckled and took a step away from Stiles. For once, Jackson Whittemore and I had something in common.. we have no freaking idea what the hell we were just brought into. 

"I hate to dispel popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that." He said in a shaky voice. 

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code, I guess no one ever breaks it." 

Mr. Argent glanced at the two goons holding Jackson and myself, "Never." 

"What if someone does?" Stiles asked.

The room was silent before Mr. Argent asked, "Like who?"

"Your sister."

STILES' POV

"Hey, hey, hey. This isn't exactly an all terrain vehicle." Jackson said as I pressed the gas pedal of his Porsche to the floor. We don't have any more time to waste, the detour to the High School chem lab set us back like fifteen minutes. 

I clenched my jaw, "Yeah did you pay for it?"

"No." Jackson sighed. 

I changed gears and hit the gas again, "Then shut up." 

As we pulled up to Derek's house, my eyes went wide. Peter was in his full alpha form and was currently beating the leaving crap out of Scott. Allison's dad was laying on the ground and she was crouched down beside him. I threw the car in park and grabbed the self-igniting Molotov cocktail from Kennedy's outstretched hands in the backseat and then lugged the damn beaker at Peter. 

And with my luck, he caught it. I stepped back slightly, "Oh damn." 

"ALLISON SHOOT IT!" Scott shouted, and Allison then snatched up a crossbow and let an arrow fly towards the beaker. 

Kennedy scrambled out of the car at the point and grabbed onto my arm as we watched the flames travel up Peter's arm and onto his upper-body. Kennedy then looked at Jackson, "Throw yours, go Jackson!" 

He glanced at her momentarily before he launched the beaker at Peter, and it hit him in the chest. His entire body was now doused in flames and he was flailing around trying to make them disappear, but that wasn't going to happen. He went in the direction of Allison but Scott screamed as he jumped up and literally punched him in the face. 

Peter's body fell backwards and he hid the ground with a thud, the flames dying down leaving his body black and sizzling. Kennedy's eyes were locked on Scott, who was in his wolf form. She didn't look horrified, which is a good sign, but she didn't exactly look thrilled either. 

Her eyes then met mine, "At least tell me that you're human?" She chuckled quietly. 

I nodded, "As far as I know, yeah."

"WAIT!" Scott's frantic voice pulled us out of our conversation. He was running towards Peter and Derek, wait when did Derek get out here? 

"You said the cure comes from the one that bit you. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family... what am I supposed to do?" Scott asked in a panic. 

Derek was crouched over Peter's body, and I had a feeling that he was attempting to kill him. If he did that though, then Scott is stuck as a werewolf forever, and that wasn't his plan. He was supposed to try and get Peter to turn him back somehow. 

My eyes widened as I watched Derek lift his hand up with his claws extended, "WAIT! NO— NO DON'T!" Scott screamed but it was too late, Derek slashed Peter's throat. 

He then stood up and faced all of us with his new glowing red eyes, "I'm the alpha now."

KENNEDY'S POV

I've never been one to believe in werewolves or vampires or witches, hell anything of that nature to be completely honest. I realize now that it was a bit narcissistic to think that there wasn't something out there that was stronger and more powerful than a human. I also realize that this world, the world of the supernatural, is dangerous and not a place for someone like me. I can't ignore it though, because during all of these revelations I've had, the biggest one is that I am in love with Stiles and if I want to be with him, I have to be a part of this danger. 

Although I'm in love with him and I want to be with him more than anything, we can't be together. Not for awhile, anyway. The fact that he thought I would use him for a bet, it hurt, badly. I'll never tell a single person how much I cried that night and how badly I just want to fall asleep and never wake up because of the amount of pain I was in. That being said, I'm not cutting Stiles out of my life, quite the opposite actually, we're trying this whole best friend thing and seeing where that goes for the time being. 

He's sitting beside me on my bed right now, telling me everything about how Scott was bit and how they have gone through it all. He isn't holding back and he is keeping his promise, he is literally telling me everything. I know more about the situation than I should, but I like not having any secrets between us. I hate secrets.

"Where did you go?" He chuckled, his laugh pulled me from my thoughts. 

I smiled faintly, "Nowhere... I'm right here." 

"Well do you have any other questions?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow. 

I took a deep breath, "No, not really. Is there anything else that you think I should know that you've kept from me?" 

He was silent as his eyes scanned my face, trying to assess my mood I guess. The look on his face was a bit off putting and I felt my stomach tighten when I realized that there was something else he hadn't told me. 

"What is it?" I asked quietly. 

He sighed, "I was just thinking about the first time I saw you in Mrs. Jenkin's homeroom class. You were wearing this cute white skirt and pale pink top with little bows on it, and your hair was in braid. Do you remember that day?" 

I nodded slowly, "Yeah. You fell out of your chair when I said hi to you." 

Stiles laughed loudly and his body shook as he buried his face in his hands, "Yeah I did.. because in that moment I knew that I loved you. Even though I was only eight years old and had no idea what love really meant. I knew that was what my parents said to each other, and they were really happy and they would hug each other and I just wanted to do that with you forever. So I'm going to apologize for the twelfth time because I've been in love with you for the past eight years and I've kind of kept to myself about it."

I had no idea how to respond that what he just said. He's in love with me? I blinked rapidly as I tried to process everything that has happened in the past 48 hours, but it's impossible. Lydia is in the hospital, werewolves are real, and now Stiles is in love with me? When did my life become a teen soap opera?

"You don't have to say anything... I know I really messed up and I want to fix it, I want to get back to where we were before I was a total idiot and believed something without actually talking to you about it first. So, here's my thirteenth and final apology. I'm sorry for not believing in you, Kennedy." He said sincerely. 

Without thinking, I did the one thing that my mind wanted without worrying about the consequences. I pressed my lips to his softly, not allowing him the time to respond before I pulled back and smiled at him, "Apology accepted." 

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