"If I were straight, I would totally wanna bang you." Danny chuckled as he sat down in the desk beside me in History class. I had arrived to school about ten minutes earlier than I usually do, I just wanted to get out of the house this morning, so I have been sitting here by myself waiting for someone to show up to speak to. 

I rolled my eyes as I situated my notebook and pen on my desk, "I assume that's a compliment on my appearance?"

"Absolutely," He grinned as he pulled out his text book. Everyone needs a Danny Mahealani in their life, honestly. He is one of the nicest people I have ever met, and I can't even begin to try and imagine my life without him with me in these dreaded classes. Not only is he really nice and super funny, he is a great person to talk to-- like, really talk to. 

"I mean, I'm no Lydia Martin." I laughed as I shook my head from side to side. Lydia is definitely the fashion icon at this school. She takes so much pride in looking the absolute best that she can, I've even witnessed her yelling at her mother about how she needed a specific necklace from Paris one summer so her mom had to pay all of this money for the necklace that went with one outfit. And that outfit has been retired my friends.

Danny gave me a look as he rose an eyebrow, "We all know that you're prettier than her. She just refuses to acknowledge it." 

"Does your best friend know that you talk about his girlfriend like that? I can't imagine that Jackson would like to hear that he isn't dating the prettiest girl in school," I scoffed in annoyance. Just talking about Jackass, I mean Jackson, is getting on my nerves. Honestly, I don't know what Lydia see's in him. 

He shrugged as he brushed the idea of Jackson knowing how Danny feel's about Lydia off, "I don't think he cares about my opinion. I mean I am into guys." 

"True," I chuckled as Mrs. Denton walked into the room. She had her wiry gray hair pulled up into a bun that resembled a birds nest on the top of her head, and her thick yellow rimmed glasses were perched on the bridge of her beak-like nose. She was a tiny woman, not much taller than my own 5"2 frame, and she was round like an apple. I will admit that I do like her cat sweater, if you cut the neckline wider and wore it as a crop top with some black leggings and combat boots I could definitely make it work. 

Danny then turned in his seat to fully face me, "I know that Lydia has already been pestering you about this, but who are you interested in going to the Winter Formal with?" 

"That's like two months away! I don't even know what I'm going to wear to school tomorrow, Danny, how I am supposed to plan that out!" I exclaimed as I gawked at him. Lydia has brought it up a total of five times, and I honestly have no idea who I want to go with, or if I even want to go at all. 

He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Oh there has to be someone that you want to go with." 

There is someone that I would like to go with, and his name is Stiles Stilinski. I can just picture him in a suit, I bet he would look really handsome. I can't tell Danny that though, I mean he will probably think I'm weird. Not that I care about people thinking I'm weird, but I don't know. Maybe I should tell him? 

"Well... there is someone, but I don't think it will happen." I sighed in exasperation as I supported my chin with my hand on my desk, my elbow pressing into the cool wood. My eyes were locked on the board where Mrs. Denton was writing the lesson plans for the week, but my mind was wandering around in some fantasy land with Stiles wearing a tuxedo standing beside his blue jeep with a huge grin on his face. 

Here I go again with sounding like a freaking stalker. I need help. 

Danny scoffed, "Please. You're Kennedy Martin! You could have any guy that you freaking want." 

"Yeah, but the problem is I don't think he wants me... I'm pretty sure he likes Lydia, which shouldn't bug me as much as it does, but-- ugh. Why her? Like, out of everone in the school it has to be my cousin." I muttered bitterly. 

I should be used to this by now, I mean every guy that I have ever liked has always wanted Lydia instead of me. It's been a reoccuring them in my life and I should just accept it and move on. The problem this time is, that I don't want to move on. I don't want to pretend that I could care less. 

"Who is it?" Danny inquired as he leant forwards a bit so he was just a tad bit closer to me. I'm just gonna tell him, I don't care if I sound like a fool for liking someone that not only is seen as a 'nobody' but also likes my freaking cousin. 

"Stiles Stilinski," I mumbled as I met his gaze wearily. I had expected him to bust out laughing or scolding me for liking him, but instead a large grin just spread across his face and he looked entirely too happy to just be hearing about who I have a slight crush on...

"You're kidding?" He asked, the smile growing larger by the second. 

I groaned, "No. I'm not kidding. I like him. And I'm not quite sure why. I just really like him, go ahead and laugh." I complained as I burried my face in my hands, preparing myself to hear Danny cackle like a hyena at the fact that I have a crush on someone who his best friend makes fun of on a daily basis. 

Instead of laughing at me or cracking a joke, Danny sighed, "Ken.. I'm not gonna laugh. It's actually really sweet that you like him. He's a good guy, honestly."

Timidly, I pulled my hands away from my face and glanced at Danny in confusion, "You don't think it's weird?" 

"No! Of course not, the heart wants what the heart wants. I mean, hello, my heart wants another guys heart, and well their pe--" 

I held my hands over my ears and started to sing loudly, "LA LA LA! I don't need to hear that Danny boy." 

He grinned widely, "Just saying."

"You're something else," I laughed as more students began to file into the classroom. Danny and I will have to pin this conversation for later. I sure as hell don't want to talk about this with the entire class listening in. That would be quite disasterous. 

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"I still don't understand why you drug me along with you to the hospital." I groaned as I flung my arms over my chest, the temperature in hospital waiting rooms are always entirely too low. You would think that with how stressed out and upset people are when they have to sit in these chairs that they would at least have it to where you are warm while you wait to hear the news of what happened to someone, instead of shivering because you feel like you're in the arctic.

Lydia sighed and started to pick at her nails, "Because I didn't want to sit here alone. I told you that already."

"Maybe I had plans tonight, did you even think of that?" I questioned as I narrowed my eyes at her. 

She quirked a perfectly plucked brow, "Did you?"

"No, but I could have," I muttered as I focused my eyes back on the white tile floor. I hate hospitals, but did Lydia remember that? No. I guess I shouldn't have expected her to, it's not like I talk about it all the time. 

It should be common sense though. The worst night of my life consisted of me going to a hospital alongside my dead father. I still don't understand why I had to go that night, I wasn't injured in the slightest, maybe it was precaution or something. 

 "Do you want to address the elephant in the room?" She inquired as her fingers twirled a strand of her hair. 

My eyes narrowed in confusion as I glanced back at her, "I wasn't aware there had been an elephant..." 

"There is. Actually, I think they're are two. The first being that you didn't text me this morning as you usually do. I thought you were mad at me for something, but whatever. And the second being that you told Danny that you don't have a date for the winter formal?" She relented as her fingers continued to twirl that particular strand between her fingers. Her perfectly manicured fingers. 

I sighed loudly, "I forgot to text you. Sorry, I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Is our friendship a big deal to you? Because it's a huge deal to me, Kennedy. You're like my sister, and if you don't text me back I feel like you are mad at me." Lydia ranted, her fingers twirling that lock of hair faster than before. 

"You know I love you, Lydia. I was just busy this morning. I'm sorry, honestly." I replied, sensing her uneasiness. She isn't the best at filtering herself, which over the years has caused many arguements between the two of us. But one thing that has always dawned on me after every argument, is that she does love me like a sister. And sisters do fight, like all the time.

She huffed and shook her head from side to side, "If I did something to annoy you please just tell me instead of just ignoring me." 

I should tell her now that I was aggravated about the fact that Stiles likes her, but I opted not to. The hospital waiting room is not the place to have this conversation. Hell, I don't even know if I will ever be able to have this conversation with her. She always shoots me down whenever I talk about Stiles, and I am just not in the mood to deal with it. 

"Okay. I will, I swear." I replied, hoping that she would just take this and not harp on the subject of a text message for the entire time that we are going to have to sit here. 

She then cracked a smile, "Now let's talk about dates for the winter formal. Who are you interested in?"

"Actually I was thinking of--" I abruptly stopped talking when I saw him. Oh what the actual hell is he doing here? It's like God is telling me something. He walked over to the receptionist desk, his eyes wandering around the waiting room curiously. I tried to stop the rapid beat of my heart at just the sight of him, but it was useless. He was just so wonderful to watch. As creepy as that sounds. 

Lydia snapped her fingers in front of my face three times before she finally had my full attention again, "What are you looking at?" She glanced over her shoulder and my breath caught in my throat in fear that she would see Stiles and make a comment about how he only likes me for being her in cousin or something of that nature, but instead she just turned back to face me with a raised brow. 

"What? Nothing. I'm not looking at anything," I stuttered as I felt my skin heat up about two hundred degree's. I'm not cold anymore, in fact this waiting room feels entirely too hot right now. I need to go outside before I start sweating. 

"You're blushing..." She mumbled as she once again turned around to glance at what I had been looking at, or rather who, but when she turned back around to face me she still looked perplexed as to why I looked so red and flustered. 

Her cell phone then began to ring and she rolled her eyes, "It's Becky. I have to take this, apparently she wants me to go to the formal with her and Mark. As if Jackson would want to do that," She rolled her eyes as she placed her little bluetooth headpiece in and turned away from me. 

I crossed my fingers in my lap that Stiles wouldn't walk over here, god forbid that he tried to talk to me and I say something stupid again. I don't think I would be able to walk out of this hospital if I said something as stupid as I did the night of the party. He probably thinks I'm crazy already. I wonder why he is here? 

"Kennedy?" 

Shit. I pretended that I didn't hear him say my name, but I relished in the fact that my name sounded oh so perfect rolling off of his tongue. It caused another blush to paint over my pale skin, and I was praying that I didn't look as bright red as I felt. 

"Hey, wow--I didn't, what are you doing here?" He asked as he placed his hand on the corner of the wall, propping himself against it, looking stunning. 

I sighed as I looked up at him nervously, "Oh I'm actually here with Lydia."

He rose an eyebrow, "Lydia's hurt? What happened?"

"Nothing. She's sitting right next to me." I dead-panned as that famliar surge of jealousy pulsed through me. Why do I even bother. How the hell did he not see her sitting right next to me? She stands out. 

Stiles blinked rapidly and started to cough, "Oh! I didn't-- I didn't even see her... there. She really is right there... wow." 

I nodded, "Yeah. I actually need to, um... leave. It was nice to see you." I mumbled as I stood from the chair. I feel like I'm suffocating in here. It's too hot and crowded all of a sudden. Lydia doesn't even appear to notice that I am speaking to the guy that I want to go to the winter formal with. She actually doesn't even seem to notice that I'm walking away from her right now. 

"Yeah, totally. It's--It's always nice to see you, you always look nice." He stammered after he finished talking he gave a look of annoyance to the wall, as if it were to blame for his odd response. 

I smiled softly, "Thanks. So do you." He honestly has no idea how nice he looks to me. Not just looks wise. I'm talking nice in the way of being what I want my boyfriend to be like. His sense of humor. His sense of style. His smile. His eyes. Him. I just want him. 

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chapter three! sorry this took ages to get out. haha, i really have been busy. plus this story isn't my first priorty, my other stiles story is, and i'm actually halfway through season three on that one now so when i finish that then this story will become my first priority. 

who all likes kennedy? i mean i really like her, she's a hipster and yes. if you ever want to see her outfits or kasey's outfits from my other story i have a polyvore where that is all posted. it's  simplysashaaa so go and check it out. also i made a new cover which i like. it took about two hours... haha, don't judge! 

be sure to vote, fan, and comment what you thought! xxx

p.s. 

if you read ITT my other story you know that i have kasey (the oc that is stiles' love interest) do practically everything with stiles, and in this story it's gonna be different and i'm going to have kennedy speak and interact with the other characters a lot more. that's why stiles was literally in this chapter for like two seconds! haha.