KENNEDY'S POV



"So is there a reason why you don't want me to set you up on dates anymore?" Lydia inquired as she adjusted herself on her bed, cradling her chin in her hands whilst watching me snuggle up on the floor with my mound of blankets and pillows. She has some of the most comfortable blankets and pillows that I have ever seen.

I rolled my eyes and shot her a look, "I thought that was water under the bridge and we were moving on from the entire subject itself?"

"We are, I mean-- you're not gay are you? I mean if you are that's totally fine and I have no problem with it or anything but, if you are I kinda need to know." She stammered out awkwardly.

My eyes widened as I busted out laughing. Oh my god, she thinks I'm gay. I couldn't stop myself as I started to roll around, clutching at my stomach with tears streaming down my cheeks. The idea of Lydia trying to go on a double date with me and a girl was just too comical. I can't picture it without Jackson being a total ass and Lydia struggling to keep her composure and incessantly swirling a strand of her hair around her finger.

"Why are you laughing? I'm trying to be supportive!" Lydia snapped as she sat up, hastily tugging her short jade green gown down her thighs so I didn't get a glimpse of her underwear, or well-- more than likely lack thereof.

I wiped at my eyes as I coughed several times in attempt to stop laughing, "I'm sorry. I'm not gay though Lydia. I just really like someone and I don't want to possibly jeopardize anything with going on pointless dates."

The second I said the words my eyes widened and I sucked in a breath. Lydia smirked as she cocked her head to the side, the wheels already turning about who I could possibly have feelings for. I am praying that she would never put two and two together about Stiles. I can't even fathom how awkward that would be if she knew.

"So you like someone? I knew it! I knew that you had been keeping something from me!" She shouted as she sprung off the bed and joined me on the floor, entirely too excited for her own good at the moment.

I gulped as I tried to scoot away from her, "What? I didn't say that I liked someone. I--I don't like real people, remember?"

She grinned deviously, "Oh, I think you do. I think you like someone at school and that's why you've been acting so weird lately! Especially at lunch!"

Oh god. She's putting the pieces together! She's going to figure out that I like Stiles, the boy whom she doesn't even deem worthy enough for a simple hello. The boy who is seemingly non-existent in her world. The boy that her boyfriend makes fun of on a constant.

"And I know exactly who it is, too! I knew that you liked him ever since that day of lacrosse practice! You kept watching him, thinking that no one saw you!" She squealed loudly, grabbing at my upper-arm.

I gaped at her, "You--you knew this entire time?"

"Yes!" She chuckled in amusement.

My heart was hammering against my rib-cage as my breathing became erratic. This was it. Lydia had finally figured out that I have feelings for Stiles Stilinski. It's only a matter of time now before he finds out. He probably doesn't even like me. I don't know if I will be able to handle a rejection from him, especially since I've liked him for so long.

"I can't believe that you like Scott McCall." She grinned as she fell back onto my makeshift bed. I nearly choked as I gawked at her. I couldn't have possibly of heard her correctly.

"What did you just say?" I gasped as she shot me another smirk.

"Scott McCall? You obviously like Scott, I mean you made it so obvious." She remarked simply.

Of all the people in the world for her to think I like, she had to pick Scott McCall. I can't even-- why the hell does she think I like Scott? I mean, no offense he's cute and nice and all but Allison is really into him and we just don't click in that way. Plus, I don't look at Scott. I look at Stiles, who happens to always be standing beside Scott... maybe that's why she thinks I like him.

"Lydia, I don't like Scott." I sighed and shook my head from side to side. She won't let this go, I already know that. Her fascination with Scott is a bit unsettling, and I honestly think that if Jackson knew-- he'd kick Scott's adorable little ass.

Lydia chuckled, "Kennedy... sweetheart, it's okay. I'm not going to tell Allison. I mean, unless you want me to-- I can have Scott McCall wrapped around your little finger by tomorrow afternoon. Unless you want to try and win him over the "old fashion" way."

"Lydia, there will be no "winning" Scott over in any way. I do not have feelings for Scott McCall." I stated flatly, praying that for once I would be able to get Lydia Martin to drop something without making a major deal about it.

She rolled her eyes in distaste, "I understand why you do, he's the new Top Dog at the school. He's making Jackson look like a fool therefore making me look like a fool. I swear, of all the times for Scott to actually be someone important he picks now."

"What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion. I have known that Lydia takes being the best entirely too far, but for her to insinuate that Scott planned on becoming a great player overnight... that's a little harsh.

Lydia glanced at me like I had grown a second head, "You can't tell me that you actually believe that he isn't using some sort of enhancer. Him and his stupid side-kick have sucked since the beginning of time but now all of a sudden he's the star athlete of the school? I mean I know you're naive Kennedy but come on, you're not that dim."

"Lydia! You can't just make accusations like that!" I hissed, what the actual hell? Scott would not use performance enhancing drugs to make the lacrosse team. I don't know him all that well, but he just doesn't appear to be the kind of person to actually do something like that. 

She chuckled, "Let's not talk about him anymore. Instead, let's talk about shopping for the Winter Formal and our date situation."

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The next morning, Lydia woke me up with her blow-dryer and her iPod blasting some Mariah Carey song. I hate getting up, especially when the sun isn't even up-- so I was a grumpy asshole the entire morning whilst getting ready and eating breakfast. By the time we actually got to school, I was in a much better mood. We didn't get to watch The Notebook last night, so I dropped it back off at the video store on the way to school. Lydia said she was going to invite Jackson over tonight and they would watch it, lucky guy. 

I had my own boy to get a movie from today though, and I was anxiously waiting by my locker for him at the moment. He didn't text me at all last night, and I was kind of hoping that he would-- I mean I did give him my number, but it's fine either way, it's not like I had my hopes up or anything. 

"Hey, Kennedy." I jumped at the sound of my name, spinning around quickly to see who had called me-- it was Stiles. He had his backpack hiked up on his shoulder and a grin plastered onto his face. I gulped, literally freaking gulped, at how handsome he was. That smile, his smile, is perfect. 

I attempted to grin back at him but ended up stretching it entirely too far and I more than likely looked like a deranged version of The Joker or something. "Hi, Stiles... what brings you over here?" 

"Oh, I brought you The Dark Knight. I guess I could have waited until lunch to actually give it to you, I don't know." He stammered as he pulled the movie out of his back. 

My hands shot out and a grabbed it from him eagerly, this meant that I have one more guranteed conversation with him. It's sad that I have to rely on a movie exchange to talk to him, but I can't help it. He get's me so flustered and confused, I don't even know what I'm saying half the time I'm talking to him-- I'm too busy trying to not make it obvious that I'm about to start drooling from looking at him. 

"Thank you, I've been really wanting to watch it." I said quickly as I slid the movie into my bag, I'll have to watch it tonight, after I get back from the mall. I have some serious clothes shopping to do today, I haven't bought a new article of clothing in like a month.

He smiled brightly, "It's no problem, and you know I was thinking, if you didn't want to watch it alone or whatever, I could come over, or you could come over to my house if that works better, I don't know." 

My eyes widened considerably, "You want to watch it with me?"

"What? I mean, yeah-- I would love to, but you don't have to. I've seen it like a thousand times and it'd be cool to watch it with someone else who likes Batman, since you like Batman I thought maybe you'd want to? I don't know it was a stupid idea." He rushed out as he rubbed at the back of his neck. He's done that a few times in the past few conversations that we've had, and I'm starting to think it's a nervous habit. 

I can't believe he actually want's to watch this movie with me, like he wants to come over to my house and hang out. Just the two of us. I don't know if I'd be able to act normal for that long, I can barely maintain my composure in these short five minute conversations. How the hell am I supposed to last through a 152 minute movie. Yes, I've seen it that many times that I know how long it is.

"No, I mean I'd love too, but I'm actually going shopping after school." I said with a sigh, I don't want to cancel on shopping, but I don't want to turn down Stiles either. The struggle of being a teenage girl.

His eyes widened, "Oh, right. I'm sorry it was a stupid suggestion, you don't have to hang out with me. I don't know why I even thought that you would want to."

I watched with bated breath as his eyes glued to the floor and his cheeks flamed, he looked so embarrassed and upset. The sight made my chest burn, and I then realized that I could do both. I could go shopping with Stiles. 

"Come shopping with me!" I blurted out, rather loudly to be honest. 

He snapped his head up in confusion, "What?"

I was nodding like a lunatic, "Yeah! It could be fun, we can talk about Batman while I'm shopping. We've both seen it enough times to do that, right? And I do want to hang out with you, I really want to hang out with you to be honest." I was suffering from word vomit as I rambled. Great.

"Really? Okay, yeah, okay. We can meet up at the mall, then? Or I could pick you up? Unless you want to pick me up? It's up to you." He stammered as he tried to fight back a smile. 

It was now my turn to smile, "I'm going after school, you can text me when you get there?" I was finally going to get that text message from him.

"Yes, yeah. That--that sounds like a great idea. Okay." He replied with another award winning smile. Well, I am going to have a story for Danny later.

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omg. heyyyyyy! so, i totally forgot that in the beginning of episode five that jackson and lydia get attacked, so i am having this chapter and some of next chapter be the day before they get attacked because i kinda got a bit carried away with stennedy. sorry not sorry. anyway, i am planning on updating In This Together today, but i have no idea if i'll actually get around to finishing it because i am being super lazy and getting distracted by the stupid commercials on the website. i need to get season 3 on dvd. i hope you liked this chapter!

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