"Lydia will you please stop screening my calls? I know that you're screening them, because you keep sending me to voice mail... call me back." I sighed as I hit end and tossed my phone on my bed in annoyance. 

This is the most ridiculous "fight" in the entire world. That's Lydia for you though, if you offend her or make her feel like you don't need her-- then she will go to extreme lengths to prove that she doesn't need you either. All I said was that I didn't want her to set me up on any more dates with stupid lacrosse players. 

I said that not because it was her that set me up on the date, but because the guy wasn't him. Until she sets me up on a date with Stiles, then I don't want any more of her help. Not that she would even set me up with anyway, she can't stand Stiles. And that happens to be another reason I am kinda done with her trying to set me up with people, because she only sets me up with people whom she see's as an acceptable guy to be with. 

Being Lydia's best friend is so exhausting sometimes, and friendships shouldn't take this much effort. I shouldn't have to apologize for feeling a certain way, and I most certainly shouldn't have to apologize for not wanting to go on a date. To be honest, if I didn't love Lydia so much, I would stop speaking to her. 

I'm making her sound like a bitch, I know I am-- don't get me wrong, she totally can be the biggest bitch you will ever come across, but she is also my best friend. When I am having my worst possible days, she shows up at my house with She's The Man on DVD and a box of chocolate chip cookies that are still warm. 

Whatever. I'll just have to talk to her at school, I'm not gonna sit here and wait for something that isn't going to happen. With a huff of annoyance, I snatched my phone and bag as I stomped down the stairs. I have no desire to go to school today, especially when I know that Lydia has probably been running her mouth to everyone about how she isn't speaking to me right now. Danny has already texted me twice telling me that Jackson told him Lydia is fuming. Awesome.

My mom just happened to walk through the front door as I went to pull it open. Her white blouse was buttoned incorrectly and her hair was a mess, not to mention her coral colored lipstick was smeared. What the actual hell? She never looks like this, like... ever.

"Mom?" I questioned, surely this couldn't be my mother. It has to be some clone or something, that scenario seems so much more likely to me at the moment.

Her eyes widened in surprise, "Kennedy, oh... I thought you'd be gone already. Aren't you late for school?"

"No... what happened to you?" I asked slowly, taking in her disheveled appearance. She stepped into the house and closed the door, dropping her briefcase onto the floor gently. 

"You should really be getting to school, dear." She responded as she casually strolled into the kitchen, ignoring me and my question. 

I don't have the mental stability to deal with this right now. The thought of what she had done last night in order to look like that, makes me sick. She hasn't dated since my father died, and if she is picking now to finally move on, I'm going to be pissed. Why would you wait eight freaking years? Great, now I have a headache the size of Asia.

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"So she's pissed at me?" I asked Danny as he sat down beside me in History. Lydia has been avoiding me all day. I caught her ducking into the bathroom, thinking I didn't see her, when I was at my locker. 

He nodded, "From what I've gathered it's just as bad as the Victoria's Secret Yoga Pant's fiasco of Freshman Year." 

"Oh god." I moaned as I hit my head against the desk. The Yoga Pant's debate was awful. She had said that I couldn't wear Yoga Pant's to school because it would totally ruin my image, so I wore a pair just to spite her. She didn't speak to me for nearly two weeks because she was embarrassed to be seen with me. That was the biggest argument we have ever gotten into.

Danny chuckled as he tossed his pen at me, "So tell me all about how you love Stiles! I want every detail, like when it happened, how it happened, all of it."

"Will you stop saying that out loud! Jesus, I swear the entire freaking school is going to know with you running around shouting about it." I groaned as I narrowed my eyes at him. I'm never telling him anything ever again, he's making me so nervous with the constant murmur of how cute it is that I like Stiles.

He grinned widely, "You didn't deny loving him!"

My cheeks flamed as I tossed his pen back at him, "I don't love him!"

"Ken, you totally love him! Look at how red you are!" He cackled as he pinched at my cheeks. I shoved him off of me and shot him another look, a death glare to be completely honest. I hate when people pinch my cheeks.

I rolled my eyes and glanced around the room to make sure that the few students that had shown up, weren't going to listen in on our conversation, god talking about Stiles has officially given me social anxiety. 

"Okay, I like him... like a lot, but I don't love him. I started to like him about two years ago. I don't know how it happened, he's just always been so nice to me and he is so cute when he laughs or spazzes out and I love to watch him talk because he is so dramatic with his hand motions and-- why are you looking at me like that?" I stopped my gushing on Stiles when I noticed that Danny was grinning like an idiot at me. 

He shrugged with the grin still planted on his face, "It's just really adorable how much you like him."

"I have it bad," I sighed as I buried my face in my hands. I was starting to truly believe that my feelings for Stiles were a lot stronger than I had originally anticipated. And that scared the absolute crap out of me. I am so not ready to fall in love with someone, especially with Stiles-- I'm entirely too damaged for someone like him.

Danny chuckled as he patted my shoulder, "It'll work out. Trust me."

"How is it going to work out if I can't even talk to him?" I groaned and risked a glanced at him from behind my hands. 

He smiled genuinely, "You're over thinking it. You're Kennedy freaking Martin, the best looking girl at this school, alright? He should be the one that's nervous to talk to you, not the other way around. So today, just walk up to him and say hello. I promise it's easier than you think."

"Fine."

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Danny is an idiot. Stiles is at his locker, shoving his Chemistry book into his backpack. I have been standing here watching him for the past two minutes, and walking up to him to say hello is a lot harder than Danny said. I hadn't been over thinking it. I was rationally thinking it, actually.

If I want to prove Lydia wrong, I have to do this. I have to talk to him for me and my stupid infatuation for him. I want to talk to him, too. You can do this, Kennedy. Take a deep breath and just walk over to him. 

The six feet that had been between us was now at about eleven inches, since I had decided to run over to him, because I'm that big of a genius. He slammed his locker shut in annoyance and spun around to make his way down the hall, but froze when he caught sight of me. His eyes were wide and he sucked in a breath as he just gawked at me. 

"Um, hey." I greeted awkwardly. 

He blinked rapidly as his head jerked around, looking for something or someone. When he stopped searching he glanced at me, "Hey to me? Me?"

I nodded once, "Yeah... who else would I be talking to?"

Stiles then brushed his hand beside my ears, moving my hair as he looked for something. My breath hitched as the tip of his thumb gazed my cheek. He then jerked his hands back hastily, "You're not on the phone... you're actually talking to me?" He questioned. 

It was my turn to blink rapidly, "Yes.."

"Oh, oh my god... did I do something? Or do you need to copy my notes or something?" He was talking so fast and his eyes were darting from my eyes to my lips rapidly. I have no idea what to say next. Danny didn't tell me what to say after I said hello! 

Think, Kennedy! Oh, Batman. He said he liked Batman, talk about Batman. Think of anything related to Batman. 

"I had a question for you, about Batman." I blurted out. 

His eyes widened and he cocked his head to the side, "Batman?" He echoed in confusion, as if he couldn't have possibly heard me correctly. 

I nodded, "Yes, Batman. Um, do you happen to have a copy of The Dark Knight on DVD that I could borrow?" Wow that was genius. 

"Yeah, yes. Of course I do, um.. I can bring it in tomorrow? Is that okay? If not I can stop by after school? I don't know where you live but you could text me-- actually you don't have my number so you can't do that, and you probably don't want my number anyway, so maybe I should just--"

Without thinking I pressed my hand over his mouth to stop his rambling, again he sucked in a breath and his eyes widened. I have no idea what just gave me the courage to actually do that, but I'm glad I did, because his left hand shot up and he grabbed on to my forearm. I couldn't have possibly of imagined the sparks from his touch. He gently pulled my hand away from his mouth and I let out a chuckle, "I can give you my number... I actually would really like to text you sometime, if that's okay with you? If not, I understand because you probably don't want to talk to me." 

He laughed nervously, "Are you kidding me? I've wanted to talk to you for-- I mean, yeah. Let me get my phone out and you can put your number in." He stammered he released my arm and dug around in his pocket for his phone. He then handed it to me with a new contact already opened. My fingers danced across the screen quickly and I set my name as Kennedy <3. I then closed out of the contact and handed it back to him. 

"So, I'll just bring it to school tomorrow? Is that okay?" He asked quickly.

I nodded, "Yeah that's perfect, thank you."

He grinned as he glanced at his phone before slipping it back into his pocket, "You're welcome... I have to go, um... unless you want me to stay and talk to you, I mean I can do that too."

"I actually have to run to my locker to get my stuff, don't let me keep you. I'll see you tomorrow?" I questioned as I began to step away from him.

He nodded rapidly, "Absolutely, you will see me and I will see you and I'll have the movie and I have your number, I won't call you or anything."

I chuckled quietly, "Okay, bye Stiles."

Who would have thought that The Dark Knight would be an ice-breaker for Stiles and I? I'll have to write Christopher Nolan some fan mail as a thank you when I get home.

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stiles is so freaking cute. i want a stiles. haha. so how was everyone's christmas?! i had a great one this year, i actually have teen wolf season's 1 and 2 coming in the mail that i had ordered online and a new laptop battery coming in as well. i wanted to update this story because a lot of this book isn't going to be about the wolf drama. kennedy won't be introduced to that stuff until the second season, so this book is going to be mostly stennedy cuteness! which i am so excited to write about. they're adorable. 

what was your favorite gift that you got this year? i'm going to have to go with my ironman iHome. it's so sick, like it looks like him and everything! 

fan, vote, and comment! xxx