"I feel like I haven't seen you in years," I said to Scott as he climbed into Stiles' jeep- we were getting ready to make our guest appearance at Lydia Martin's oh so famous birthday party. I have no idea why, but I have a bad feeling about tonight. It's just sitting in the pit of my stomach, and I don't like it. 

Scott chuckled, "It's been a few hours, Kasey."

"Anyway- did Deaton happen to tell you about my little situation?" I asked as I leaned farther up in the seat so I was practically in the front of the jeep with Scott and Stiles.

He nodded, "Yeah... he said you may not be able to tell it all correctly so he told me."

"Awesome, as long as I don't have to tell the story." I chuckled lightly. 

The rest of the ride to the party was spent with listening to Stiles inform Scott about the latest discovery of the Kanima's little puppet master. Whoever it is, really hates the swim team. Specifically the 2006 swim team, which it weird. It makes sense though, as to why the Kanima couldn't go in the water, because of the whole swim team vendetta.

When we got to Lydia's house, it was practically empty. The music was on, and the house was decorated- hell she even had this whole elaborate punch fountain thing set up in the back by the pool, but there were hardly any people here. 

"This party is dead," I said in confusion as Stiles, Scott, and myself all stood in the back watching Lydia wander around aimlessly, looking for more guests to serve punch to. 

Allison walked up to us, "Maybe we should help her."

"Why?" Scott asked in confusion.

She rose an eyebrow, "Maybe because we've been ignoring her for the past two weeks?"

"She's been ignoring us for the past ten years," Scott scoffed. 

I sighed, "Scott come on. Let it go, just- we should help. She's had it rough the past few weeks."

"Fine, I guess I can use my co-captain of the Lacrosse team status and get the team here." My brother muttered.

Stiles grinned, "And I know some people who can definitely liven up the party."

"Really? Who?" Allison asked in confusion.

He chuckled, "I met them the other night."

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Not even twenty minutes later, Lydia's party was crowded and the music was playing a lot louder than it had been. More and more people started to show up after text messages were sent and phone calls were made. Well, this was my birthday present to her. We got her a party. How nice.

"So are you going to apologize to Allison or...?" Stiles asked my brother awkwardly. The three of us were currently hanging out by the pool, Scott was sitting on a chair and Stiles was leaning against one of the large concrete columns out here. I was sipping the punch that Lydia has been shoving in my face all night, it tastes really good to be honest.

He rose an eyebrow, "Why would I apologize?"

"Because you're a guy. It's what we do." Stiles replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I chuckled a bit as hit statement, which caused him to look at me and smirk. He is something else, I swear.

My brother sighed, "But I didn't do anything wrong."

"Then you should definitely apologize. You see, anytime that a guy thinks they haven't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong." I said with an all knowing smile. 

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

Scott glanced at him oddly, "Probably. Why do you care anyway?"

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. I mean we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna get held back in school. My girlfriend, a.k.a your sister, is some weird supernatural being that we know hardly anything about. And if on top of all of that, if I have to watch you lose Allison, I'm gonna stab myself in the face." Stiles ranted.

My brother stood up, "Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?" Stiles asked with a sigh.

"Because Jackson's here," Scott said quickly. 

I glanced across the pool to see Jackson standing completely still, looking at the three of us hatefully. Well, this just got a hell of a lot more complicated...

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I've come to the realization that parties just aren't my thing, I've been wandering around by myself for the past two minutes because Stiles just had to go and get more to drink- even though he is the one driving us home. I've had two punches and I think that's enough for me, last time I had a drink at a party I got a little too tipsy and that wasn't very fun. 

"Kasey?"

I froze dead in my tracks when I recognized his voice, great. Of course he would be here, why did I think he wouldn't show up? I knew that I couldn't avoid him forever, but I was seriously hoping I could do it for a few days at least. I turned around slowly and saw Matt standing there, glancing at me oddly. 

"Matt, hey. How are you?" I asked him awkwardly. 

He rose an eyebrow, "How am I... um, can we maybe go somewhere and talk?"

I glanced around the pool for Stiles, but I didn't see him- he probably will find me anyway. Plus, I probably should give Matt some sort of explanation for just running out on him at the Rave last night. It wasn't right to not text him or call him about, well in my defense I was dying, but I can't tell him that. 

"Yeah, yeah." I nodded as I followed him into the house slowly, my heartbeat was starting to pick up and that uneasy feeling I had in my stomach was back. I don't like this, not one bit. 

He had led us into a room, and was going to close the doors but I guess the look on my face was reason enough for him to stop what he was doing because he chuckled nervously and walked into the room so he was standing practically an inch away from me. Creepy.

"You just kind of left, last night... like you didn't even tell me." He stated, okay well he obviously wanted to get to the point of this conversation. 

I nodded, "Yeah, and I'm really sorry about that. It was a family emergency, Scott had an asthma attack and I had to drive him to the hospital." I've been hanging out with Stiles entirely too much, because that was a very convincing lie and I didn't hesitate at all when I came up with it. 

"Oh, wow. Is he okay now?" He asked me.

"Yeah, he's totally fine now. I was going to text you, but I've had entirely too much going on lately and it just slipped my mind. I'm really sorry," I apologized honestly. It sucks to get ditched. And it sucks even more to me knowing that I am the one who ditched him. 

He smiled softly, "That's okay... I just really wanted to-" he stopped talking and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened as I pushed on his chest roughly, what just happened?

"What the hell, Matt!" I snapped as I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. What is wrong with him? He can't just kiss me like that? Oh my god. 

His eyes widened, "What? I-I thought you were in to me. You went out with me, you- you kept the notes. I thought you liked me."

"The notes? So it was you leaving them in my locker?" I demanded as I narrowed my eyes at him. I can't believe he has been the one leaving me those creepy notes, and he just kissed me. How did he even know that I kept them?

"I thought you knew that? I've been dropping hints about it?" He stated in confusion. 

I ran my hands through my hair as I shook my head from side to side, "Okay seriously, this is a problem right now. You can't just kiss me like that, I have a boyfriend. And plus why were you leaving me creepy notes in my locker? How do you even know that I kept them? In fact, how did you know where I live? Or how did you get my cell phone number? Hmm? All of this seems a bit like stalker behavior."

He chuckled as his face took on a totally new look, he looked delirious, "I'm a stalker now? That's--is that it? You-- you think my bedroom is wallpapered with your photos. You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say ''If I can't have her, no one can''? Well you know what? Get over yourself, because there's another pretty girl walking through the room every five minutes."

My eyes widened at how rude he was being to me, his own face changed quickly when he realized what he had said. He just totally flipped out, and I did nothing wrong. My outburst was completely justifiable. 

"Wait-" He started to plead, but I just rolled my eyes and shoved past him. What is with guys and being such dicks? God. Maybe I shouldn't have called him a stalker, but honestly- he was acting like one. With the notes, and finding out where I lived- he even managed to get my cell phone number. 

My head was starting to spin, and I couldn't see straight. What the hell is going on? I stumbled outside to the patio, and suddenly the music stopped playing. I looked around awkwardly, before my eyes settled on Stiles and Peter. Oh my god. Peter had Stiles in a chokehold as he stood at the edge of the pool, and he had a large smirk on his face. 

"Kasey, Kasey, Kasey... I really wish you could have been the new beta..." His voice sent a very familiar chill up my spine, and I shivered because of it. 

"Please, don't-don't hurt him." I begged as I took a step forward, Stiles' eyes were wide as he started to cough due to how tight Peter's grip was on him.

The former alpha chuckled at me, "It's a shame really... but it's too late to save him now. You can't save anyone, ever. You will always be useless. Always."

Before I could even react, Peter snapped Stiles neck and he fell to the ground. I let out a scream as I went after him- but then my vision faded out before fading back in, and Stiles wasn't laying on the ground dead, and Peter wasn't standing in front of me. 

I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks as I received some odd looks from people due to my scream. I hastily wiped them away as I started to search for Stiles and Scott, what the hell happened? It's gotta have something to do with Lydia. Where is she? My eye make-up was smeared a bit, I could tell due to the small amount of the back of my hand from wiping at it. Awesome. 

As I continued to search for my boyfriend, I caught sight of him sitting down leaning against one of the concrete pillars. Relief washed over me as I jogged over to him, crouching down so I was right in front of him. He looked completely spaced out, and there was something obviously wrong with him. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him a bit, "Stiles? Stiles, come on. Something's wrong, we need to find Scott and Lydia." I said quickly. 

He didn't seem to hear me, so I did the one thing that I probably shouldn't have- but it was my only option at the moment. I grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pushed him into the water beside us, his head went under for maybe two seconds before I jerked him back up. He started coughing manically and wiping at his face. 

"Oh thank god, what is the matter with you? Why weren't you answering me?" I asked quickly. 

His eyes widened, "Why did you push me under water?"

"Desperate times, my dear. Come on, we need to find Lydia and Scott." I said as I pulled him to stand up. 

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"I can't find her," Scott said to me as he met us back at the patio. We have been looking around this whole house for Lydia the past ten minutes, and she seems to have just disappeared. I don't understand this. Why am I not feeling something? Shouldn't I have a headache or something? I usually do when Lydia is involved.

Stiles sighed, "And dude, anyone who has drank this punch is acting crazy."

Two people jumped into the pool at that exact moment, and a group of guys started cheering as they submerged under the water. My brother nodded, "I can see that."

"NO STOP! I CAN'T SWIM!"

My eyes widened as I watched two guys throw Matt into the pool. As soon as he hit the water he started to struggle and cry out for help. I can't breathe. Holy shit, I can't breathe. Jackson pulled him out of the water and helped him get up out of the pool. Matt glanced around at everyone as he stood there sopping wet, "What are you looking at?!" He snapped as he shoved past us out of the house. 

Oh my god. It's Matt. He's the one controlling the Kanima.

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So, episode ten is the episode that I have been really wanting to write- and now it's that time! I have so many ideas and there is going to be so much Stasey that you won't be able to handle it! I don't know if I'll get both chapters of episode ten posted tonight, if not- they will definitely both be posted by friday! We're almost at the end of season two guys! It's crazy!

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