I was bouncing around beside Stiles in the gym as I watched Scott and Allison scale up the rock wall- I didn't want to do that, at all. Aside from my fear of birds- mainly pigeons, I am terrified of heights. And elevators, but they fit more into the whole tight space thing- which I'm not very fond of either, oh who cares. My point is, I don't want to climb the damn thing at all.

Stiles chuckled as he watched me, "Getting a little nervous?"

"In all of my years of life, I have been able to get myself out of situations that I don't want to be in- but for some reason, I can't get out of climbing this blasted rock wall." I sighed as I watched Scott speed up quickly in order to pass up Allison- are they racing? That doesn't sound safe in the slightest.

I bit down harder on my lip as Allison kicked Scott's foot and he fell off the wall, his harness caught him just before he hit the ground- which caused the class to erupt into laughter, I wasn't laughing. Oh no, I was trying very hard to prevent myself from throwing up.

"McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy." Coach Finstock chuckled as he sat down on the mat next to my brother, who had unhooked his harness and flopped down on the squishy blew material.

Coach then stood up and glanced at Stiles and myself, "Next two! Stilinski- and Kasey, you're up."

Stiles grinned and made his way to the wall quickly, where as I took my time walking towards the wall of death. I really, really don't want to do this. What if I fall and my harness doesn't catch me and then I die? Oh, why am I thinking of stuff like that when I am getting ready to actually climb the damn thing? I sighed to myself as I stepped into Allison's previous harness and buckled all the necessary pieces together, here we go.

"Race you to the top," Stiles smirked as he began to climb the wall- very quickly. I hesitantly grabbed the first yellow oddly shaped rock and made my step up the wall. The stupid little rock things were rough, and hurt my hands- but I pushed through the pain and started to climb up so I didn't look like a total idiot in front of the whole damn class. Stiles had beaten me to the top by ten seconds, before he repelled down. Once I hit the little X on the top, I too repelled to the mat.

As I undid the buckles my hands started to shake, and my head formed that familiar pain in the back- just like it did when Lydia went missing... oh that's not good. I stepped out of the harness and glanced around the gym, but everyone looked the same- nothing looked different, and Lydia was standing beside Allison looking completely fine...

"Alright, Eric and Greenberg- you're up," Coach muttered, he really hated Greenberg. Well, no one really liked Greenberg, but Coach really didn't like him.

I stumbled over to Stiles as my hands continued to shake, I tried wiping them on my t-shirt- but that didn't help at all. I just need to calm down, take a few deep breaths and think about happy things- like unicorns and rainbows. "Kase? You okay?" Stiles asked quietly.

"I don't know what's going on, my hands won't stop shaking." I whispered as I glanced at Erica and Greenberg on the wall, he had already made it to the top and was repelling down, looking proud of himself, Coach simply rolled his eyes and ignored his student and lacrosse player.

Erica was only half-way up the wall and I could hear her rapid breathing from all the way down here. What's wrong with her? She was saying things to herself as her body started to tremble and for some reason I felt like I couldn't breathe- what's happening?

"Erica? You okay? Dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Coach called up to the girl who looked like she was about to fall right off the wall. This isn't good, something is going to happen to her.

"She's just freaking out." Lydia said with a sigh.

Allison bit her lip, "Maybe it wasn't a good idea for her to go up there, you know she is epileptic."

"What? Why doesn't anyone ever tell me these things? Erica- just kick off the wall, there's a mat here.. You'll be okay." Coach called out to her.

I watched her fearfully as she slowly descended down to the ground, and then walked away as the class laughed at her. I went to follow her but Stiles grabbed my hand, "What's going on?" He asked slowly.

"I don't know, I'll be right back." I muttered as I pulled my hand out of his hold and followed Erica, I could hear Coach Finstock yelling at me to come back but I just ignored him and followed her all the way to the bathroom, when she got inside she started to cry... I guess she didn't know that I had followed her.

I cleared my throat to let her know that I was in the bathroom with her, and she whipped around quickly to face me, "Oh- um. What are you doing in here?" She asked as she wiped at her eyes.

"Well... you kind of just took off, and I wanted to make sure you were okay..." I said slowly as I measured her reaction to me being in here with her, she wasn't screaming at me to get out so that was a good sign, well in my opinion anyway.

She nodded, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure... you kind of looked like the opposite of fine," I said with my usual amount of sarcasm, god- thank you Stiles for tainting my vocabulary with your sarcasm and snarkyness. Did ya pick up on that sarcasm? I'm even thinking sarcastically, lovely.

Erica then let out a sigh, "You just made it look so easy, and then you had Stiles with you- and I know he made it easier."

I rose an eyebrow in confusion, what is she talking about? How did I make it look easy? I was about a half a second away from a heart attack the entire time, and the fact that Stiles was up there with me didn't make the situation easier at all- it only made it worse, because I kept thinking that his harness could malfunction and he could fall.

"Erica, I was scared out of my mind doing that." I admitted truthfully, most people in the class knew I hated the rock wall for they all have heard me complain it about several times a week, I'm sure even Erica knew how scared of it I was.

She shook her head from side to side, "Yeah but you still did it. You always get everything that you want,"

"What are you talking about?" I asked in total confusion, she wasn't making any sense and now I was beginning to think that this conversation wasn't about climbing the rock wall any more. When do I ever get what I want? Honestly, other than Stiles- I never get what I want.

Erica sighed and began to walk towards the door, "You don't get it. You'll never get it," and with that said, she left the rest room, leaving me even more confused than I was when I walked in here after her.

I'm pretty sure the reason my hands were shaking and I felt so short of breath while Erica was up on the wall, is because I sensed that something was wrong with her... some how. I still haven't figured out what I am yet, nor do I think I will for a long time, but at least now I'm starting to get a general idea of what I can do. I guess I can sense when bad things are about to happen? I don't know if that even makes sense. Ugh, I need an advil.

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"I don't know, Scott. It doesn't make any sense," I mumbled as I rubbed at my temples due to another headache- I had a feeling this one was stress induced though, due to the fact that everything is so confusing right now. Apparently after gym class, Erica had decided to sneak back into the gym and attempt to climb the rock wall without a damn harness on, luckily Scott had gotten there when he did, or she would have died.

So she was rushed to the hospital because she had a seizure, and that left me to wonder why I re-acted the way I did when she was on the wall. It was like my body sensed that something was going to happen to her, and that is really freaking weird. And when I really think about everything that's been going on with me lately, the common factor between all of the weird instances is the fact that my body is re-acting in an odd way before something happens.

Scott sighed, "I'm sure we'll figure it out soon, Kase... maybe you're like a psychic?"

I rolled my eyes at his lame suggestion, "I don't think I'm a psychic. Why would a bite from Peter turn me into a psychic?"

"Oh, that's a good point..." He said with a short laugh and then he cleared his throat when he realized I was glaring daggers at him for finding amusement in this very stressful situation.

I need answers, and I need them fast. My wounds that were on my body- yeah, completely healed up, not even a scar in sight. My mom was bewildered about the whole thing, I had managed to convince her that some people have skin that heals quicker than others do to the amount of potassium they eat, she believed that bull crap story, so I guess that's a good thing for now.

"Got 'em," Stiles stated as he dropped a pair of keys on top of the lunch table. He then slid on to the bench beside me, and across from Scott. For some reason Stiles wanted to go to the Ice Skating Rink tonight, and I wasn't all too keen on the idea. I mean, I can skate- just not all that well.

My boyfriend then grabbed my hand and gave it a tight squeeze, "I'll pick you up right after school and then we'll head straight for the rink, cool?"

Scott wasn't paying attention though, he had his eyes fixed on something behind Stiles and myself, where the doors to the cafeteria were located. I turned around and gaped at Erica as she walked in, she was wearing a tight black skirt with a white top and black leather jacket, her hair looked perfectly styled and she had a lot of make-up on. She certainly didn't look like that earlier...

"What the hell.." I mumbled quietly.

Scott gulped, "That's... that's Erica."

As Erica bit into some random kid's apple, she made eye contact with us before strutting out of the cafeteria- we all scrambled out after her, not liking where this could be heading. As we pushed the doors open to the front of the school and that black camaro came into sight, I knew that Derek had once again, bit another teenager.

"Great," I muttered.

The rest of the day went by as a drag, as per usual. Stiles was absolutely buzzing with excitment about going to the rink tonight, apparently it was a date- a double date, with my brother and his girlfriend. And I think Lydia is coming too, simply because she doesn't have anyone else to hang out with.

I don't really mind though.

So, when I got home I changed into a more suitable top for the temperature in the Ice Rink, which was a navy blue sweater with a cute white cat collar that had little black birds printed on it. I kept my black skinny jeans and black keds on, not bothering to change them, and I applied a little bit more make-up. That's all she wrote, though.

Stiles arrived at the house not even twenty minutes later as he picked Scott and myself up, I was starting to get a tad bit excited myself. We haven't really been on an actual date, and I think this is a perfect type of date for us to go on. As long as we're all together, nothing can happen to the others. It makes sense if you really think about.

"Not that I care, or anything... but who is Lydia third-wheeling for?" I asked casually as Stiles unlocked the door to the rink and flicked the lights on, surely they must have thought about who Lydia will be hanging out with...

Scott glanced at Stiles and then Stiles glanced at Scott, "Um... we hadn't really thought of that part."

"I didn't think you did," I chuckled as Allison pulled into the parking lot, she and Lydia climbed out of the car and made their way over to us. As soon as Allison and Scott met up they kissed each other and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, they are too attached with each other for their own good.

Lydia huffed as she walked in, leaving us to trail behind her, something I know for a fact she is quite used to...

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"It is freezing in here," I mumbled as I laced up my skates, Stiles and I were sitting on the bleachers putting on our skates and getting everything ready so we could go out on the ice. I should have brought a jacket, but instead I thought wearing this cute little blue sweater would be a better idea.

Stiles chuckled as he pulled a neon orange jacket out of his backpack, "Here, you can wear this."

I glanced at it before looking up to him with a smile, "I appreciate the offer, but orange and blue don't look all that well together.."

"But it's the color's of the mets?" He gaped at me, as if my rational here was totally wrong. He was too cute sometimes.

I rolled my eyes, "Still doesn't mean that they are good together."

"Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, um, you know, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination but end up turning out to be like, a perfect combination, you know, like... two people together. Who nobody ever thought would be together, ever." He mumbled as he adverted his gaze from me and instead focused on tying his skate.

The smile on my face was starting to cause me actual pain due to how large it was, he was talking about us. About how he thinks we are perfect together, and I can't even begin to think of ways to explain how cute and adorable that is. I never would have thought Stiles Stilinski would be saying stuff like this to me, ever.

Without thinking I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around him tightly and pressing my lips to his without even giving him a warning. I could feel his chest stop moving as he held his breath for two seconds in total, before his hands wound themselves in my hair and he started to actually kiss me back. His lips were really soft, I wonder what kind of chapstick he uses... I'll have to get some of it, because they are heavenly.

Kissing him is never constant, I thought that after kissing him for like the fifth or sixth time that I would be used to the way it made me feel, or to the way that his lips mold against mine in the most perfect sense, I thought that it would become something that could be expected, and the same all the time. It was the exact opposite. Every time I kiss him, I feel something different, or I find out something new. He always is holding me tightly, in some way- but each way feels different. Each time his lips touch mine, an entirely new fuse is lit beneath my skin and it travles through every fiber of my being, before reaching my heart and exploding. I love it. I love him. I love kissing him. I've finally come to the conclusion that I love every possible thing there is to love about him.

I finally detached my lips from his and pressed my forehead against his own, slightly out breath- but loving every possible moment of it. His eyes were closed and he was smiling to himself, like the kiss was a dream in some way. When I dream of kissing him, it's never that amazing. I never feel that alive, or that aroused. Those feelings are only something the real Stiles can give me. My dream version of him can't even compete.

"What--what was that for?" He asked as his eyelids finally fluttered open, revealing those beautiful hazel pools that he calls his eyes. They were so pretty, I usually don't like brown eyes, I hate my own- but his just seem like that's how all eyes should look, they all should be that pretty and that unique. But they're not, and that is what makes his so much more special.

"I just, I really wanted to kiss you." I mumbled with a slight smile, I could feel my cheeks heating up- not only from the intense kiss I just shared with the boy I'm in love with, but also due to the embarrassment of the whistle that Allison and Lydia just did.

Stiles chuckled as I buried my face in his chest, letting his purple hoodie be my saviour from the teasing that was bound to happen from this little make-out session. I should welcome the teasing though, because that means the kiss was real. The passion behind it was real. The love put into it, was real. The entire thing was real, even though it felt so perfect that something like that couldn't possibly be real, it was.

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Woo another update, I have been working on this episode forever, as I said before for some reason season two takes so much longer to write than season one did... it's weird. Anyway, hop you liked this chapter and the cute #Stasey moment at the end! Fan, vote, and comment! xxx