pack mentality

There were a lot of things Kinsey hated.
She was an average height girl filled with an absurd amount of hatred towards the world, and almost everyone within it. But one thing sat at the top of her list, on a high pedestal where it would never be replaced, not even by the likes of Greenberg. That one thing was chemistry class. With the mixture of her new seat beside Jackson who used this class as his opportunity to fit in a mid-day nap and the biggest asshole of a teacher stood in front of them, there was no denying chemistry had claimed its spot at the top of things Kinsey Katherine Argent hated in life. Though she had to give Jackson at least some credit because when he wasn't quietly snoring beside her he would partake in her pestering Mr. Harris for the entirety of the lesson. He deserved it after the show he made on her first day. Sometimes it would end in them sharing lunchtime detention and on the rare occasion that Harris had chosen someone else as today's victim, she would be let off with a sharp stare and lecture in front of the entire class which she could handle. Other than herself Stiles and Scott often found themselves on the other end of Harris's hatred towards the teenagers of Beacon Hills. Which was just as entertaining as causing the trouble herself.

But today her mind was distracted from terrorizing her chemistry teacher after pulling into a parking lot filled with crime scene investigators, deputies stood blocking the news anchors who tried to get a peek into what had happened here last night and a school bus that had clearly been the scene of a horrific incident. Or potentially murder. Its doors hung from its damaged hinges, blood on every surface, and claw marks that had to belong to an animal scratched across its paintwork. All gossip about who was screwing who and who had the latest designer handbag (it was usually Lydia) ceased to exist after everyone had seen that- now everyone was trying to guess what had happened. Who the blood belonged to. And what the hell could have created a scene so dire. Most people's theories were pretty simple as they chose what seemed like the obvious answer, an animal attack. It wouldn't have been the first time a crime was a suspected animal attack in a town surrounded by woods so large that nobody really knew what lurked within them until those animals dared to show themselves.

Those who had more imagination would have liked to believe that it wasn't something as simple as a mountain lion plaguing the town every once in a while, that something much more cynical was happening in the town that they called home. Kinsey was amongst those people. People who had probably read too many fictional books that they struggled to differentiate fiction from reality, or simply didn't want to. Nevertheless, people who did think that way, like herself, would never admit it or even attempt to suggest that something else lived amongst them. Not unless they wanted a one-way ticket into a mental institution like the one she had heard Beacon Hills had. Eichen House- a place so spine-chilling that it almost deserved its own horror movie. The people there were sure to have some interesting stories.

"So, what do you think happened?" Jackson asked the brunette in a hushed tone as he leaned closer to her disguising their conversation from Harris who casually looked over his shoulder every once in a while in hopes to catch people like them mid-conversation.

"What?"

"Mountain lion. Obviously." Kinsey deadpanned knowing that was the only acceptable answer she could provide him. Even if she did want to say something as imaginative as everyone else was like a werewolf or vampire, something more thrilling than a mountain lion.

He nodded as he slowly moved away for a second before becoming even more curious, like everyone else who was searching for answers. "How do you know?"

"I don't. That's why it's a theory." She shook her head with a slight smile across her face, the puzzled look across her face brought her some weird kind of joy. It was nice seeing him able to engage in a simple conversation without showing that other side of him. "Besides, what else could it have been? From what I've heard mountain lions are common here, this was probably just another unfortunate accident for Beacon Hills. I've heard there's a lot of those too."

Jackson nodded in agreement. "Like the Hale fire."

"The what?" She asked with a furrowed brow. Kinsey couldn't help but question if 'Hale' related to the only person she knew with that name. Derek Hale. He'd always been mysterious.

"It was a fire that happened, like, six years ago. Eight people died. Nobody knows how it started but only one person survived. Derek Hale. He's a few years older than us. A bit of a loner now. Everyone says that it was an accident but I've always had my suspicions." Jackson explained.

"What? You think it was arson?"

"Maybe."

"You'd have to be a monster to do something like that." Kinsey shook her head, a cold chill up her spine as she thought about all of those people. "Wait, did you say six years ago?"

"Yeah. January 2005. It was all over the news."

Harris had begun teaching again turning the two teenagers' attention back to him. Though her mind was in a completely different place now. She thought something like that her mother would have mentioned, especially when it had happened when she was in Beacon Hills. Maybe it slipped her mind. But it seemed like the kind of thing Kate would have taken interest in. She loved a mystery, all of the dark things, arson definitely would have caught her attention. Kate wasn't the type not to mention something like that, especially when she had come back after Beacon Hills with so many stories to tell- why wouldn't a huge fire be one of them? Kinsey shook off her thoughts and continued writing notes as she listened to the man in front of her, now she was less interested about what happened to the bus and more so what happened to the Hale's, but it explained why Derek looked so intimidating and brooding. Who wouldn't be after losing your entire family and in such a terrible way? And so young. He couldn't have been older than sixteen when it had happened. The age she was now. She couldn't imagine losing anyone at the age of sixteen. Not her mother. Not Victoria. Not Allison. Not Chris. Anybody.

The class had been somewhat silent, other than the odd whisper of quiet conversations around her, everyone seemed to be consumed by the question of what happened to the bus. At least it had been pretty quiet until Harris stood in the front of the class waiting for his showdown with Stiles, Kinsey was wondering how long that would take. It had been longer than unusual.

"Mr. Stilinski" Harris shouted through the class turning all heads towards the boy himself, his ears practically perking up at the sound of his name being called. A smug grin came across both Kinsey and Jackson's faces, proud that they hadn't been the two to get caught talking. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull out the headphones every once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from some distance, yes?"

"No," Stiles muttered in objection though his argument fell on deaf ears as Harris pointed to different sides of the classroom separating the two boys as best as possible, something that Kinsey couldn't help but laugh at as she watched.

"Something funny, Miss. Argent?"

The brunette's face fell slack as she turned to look at the man once again. "No," She muttered, her own words mirroring the very thing she had been laughing at to get herself in trouble.

"We will see who's laughing when you spend your lunch in detention." Harris grinned proudly.

Jackson snickered, muffling the sound with his mouth while Harris turned his back to his class once again providing Kinsey with a perfect opportunity to elbow the blonde in his side for laughing at her. And she would happily do the same to Stiles since it was practically his fault she would be spending her lunch stuck with Harris while he grades paper and hums to songs older than God's dog for the entire hour. She had a feeling that this whole lunchtime detention with Harris was becoming a cycle that there was no escaping from, even Stiles hadn't had to suffer the consequences with lunchtime detention and he had been the one to start all of this with his inability to whisper. The class felt silent again as everyone tried to avoid the fate that Kinsey had met with all of their heads bowed knowing that today Harris was in the mood to pick a fight.

Within seconds of Scott sitting down in front of them, Harley, who sat beside him, jumped out of her seat with excitement as she announced that they had found something. All of the teenagers followed her lead eager to gain some answers to all of their questions as they found themselves peering through the window watching as two EMTs transferred a man to the ambulance. The man himself lay still covered in blood, a gruesome sight but one that didn't fail to intrigue all of them as they leaned closer hoping to get a better view. Kinsey turned to look at Jackson who towered behind her, both sharing the same expression of a raised eyebrow before turning their glance back to the potentially dead man. Just as the EMTs prepared to lift the man into the ambulance her jolted upright grabbing hold of their arms as he yelled loudly, of course, the teenagers watching closely were petrified as they jumped back screaming. As if it was second nature Jackson grabbed ahold of the brunette girl in front of him to protect her as she fell back into him with shock. All of them were startled with the air practically knocked out of their lungs as they gripped onto their chests watching as the EMTs quickly put the man in the back of the ambulance before he managed to give someone a heartache with his loud screaming.

At least one of their questions had been partially answered- Who the blood belonged to.

"No, no, no, no. No."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "It's just a group date. Not the end of the world, Kins."

"That's easy for you to say, you weren't unwillingly dragged into it. I wasn't even there to defend myself." Kinsey sulked as she walked in between the redhead and her cousin. "I was gone for one hour. One. One measly hour stuck in lunchtime detention and somehow the two of you drag me into a date. But no, not just any date. A freaking group date."

"If it's any consolation we're going bowling," Allison added with her innocent large smile.

"Alli, I'm going to be honest with you. I love you. But if you weren't so cute I'd strangle you."

The brunette raised an eyebrow questioning whether she should take that as a compliment or not but either way she shook off the comment and began listing all of the reasons that tonight was a great idea. Or at least try to convince her that it was. Her first point was to play on Kinsey's competitive nature, the second being that she could beat Jackson and rub it in his face, and the third being that she could potentially be set up with the person who'd end up being her 'one true love'. Up until her third point, Kinsey was slowly being convinced that maybe it wasn't as bad as she had originally thought, but with the reminder that she was being set up, all hope withered away. She had no faith in Lydia finding her someone within Beacon Hills that she could find tolerable, never mind have the ability to find her 'one true love' within. Fairytales definitely wasn't something that happened in her life, nor did she want to live the life of some perky princess who fell in love at first sight. Even as much as she loved reading, that kind of story had never been one that appealed to her taste. That idealistic life was much more suited to Allison and her extremely optimistic outlook on life and everything it entailed. Lydia on the other hand should have known better. She knew how much Kinsey hated the idea of being set up after she had expressed her hatred towards it just last week when the redhead suggested it, as well as telling her about the last time she had been put on a blind date. That was a train wreck. But probably not as disastrous as tonight's date would be with Jackson and Scott in such close proximity, had she been the only one paying attention to the rivalry growing between them since Scott made the first line last week? This date was just asking for them to fight.

"You're coming whether you like it or not. So the sooner you get over it the better." Lydia lectured the girl as they stopped at Kinsey's locker waiting for her to shove her books carelessly into it so that they could go home and prepare themselves for this date. The other two wouldn't admit it to Kinsey but they knew this date had a chance of being as dreadful as she was making it out to be. But admitting that would come with her having a reason not to go.

"God, you're more like my mom than my mom," Kinsey complained as she harshly slammed her locker shut showing her frustration with the situation she was in. "But don't even dare set me up with some airhead jock because I swear to God, Lydia, I will make your life hell on Earth."

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In the hour leading up to the date, Kinsey and Lydia lay across Allison's bed, magazines in hand as they watched her file through her closet for an appropriate outfit for tonight's group date. Both of them had been dressed for at least an hour. Unlike the process they were now going through with Allison it had been much easier with Kinsey, Lydia had little to nothing to say about her wardrobe or fashion choices. She had even agreed to the brunette wearing one of her plaid shirts because, in her words, she had to be the only girl who could pull off that look. In the time that the two of them had been sat watching Allison file through her closet, they had come up with a system. It was a simple, but arguably effective method to sort through outfits, and in the fifteen minutes they had been sat on Allison's bed it was clear that she needed this system. Everything she pulled out would be put into two sections 'pass and perfect'. So far the section the two girls had sorted Allison's clothes into was the first section, both declaring that Allison's wardrobe was the worst they had ever seen and that she was in need of a desperate trip to the mall. After so long of repeating the word 'pass' between them Kinsey and Lydia had begun using every possible replacement for it as long as it got the point across that they despised everything she pulled out.

Next. Skip. Awful. Horrid. Disgusting. Barf. Burn it.

Kinsey and Lydia looked at one another with a straight face questioning how they still found themselves trying to find an outfit for Allison after half an hour of looking. Suddenly getting Kinsey to actually come out on the date hadn't become the hardest task of tonight but finding- Allison an outfit had. And it was undoubtedly a much harder task than dragging Kinsey somewhere against her will which Lydia had become quite the pro at over the past week. A big smile grew across Allison's face as she convinced herself that she had found something that neither her cousin nor the redhead could shut down, it was one of her best tops. The girl turned around proudly with a bright teal, orange, and pink tribal print top that made both of their jaws drop as they found themselves completely stunned. "Oh, my God. Finally. It's cute, right?" She smiled as she placed it against her body while looking in the mirror. The two girls turned to look at one another once again with eyes as wide as saucers showing their mutual agreement.

Lydia cleared her throat. "Cute?" She asked. "Oh honey, we really need to take you shopping."

"I can't take this anymore." Kinsey shook her head as she stood up pulling off the shirt she had placed over her tank top before swapping it with the horrible piece of clothing in Allison's hand. "Put that on. And this... This doesn't even deserve to go back in your wardrobe."

Allison laughed as she pulled the top she was already wearing over her head to exchange it with the top Kinsey had given her, at this rate it seemed to be the best option they had. Kinsey began searching through the brunette's wardrobe hoping that she at least owned a jacket that was acceptable to pair with her white tank top so that she didn't freeze to death in front of the date that the two had provided for her. And luckily she did as she found a black leather jacket that seemed to work perfectly and was most certainly the best piece of clothing Allison owned.

"See? Isn't that better?" Lydia beamed. "And, Kins, whenever we take Allison to buy a whole new wardrobe you need to get a leather jacket. You're totally pulling off the whole bad girl look."

"She's right." Allison nodded in agreement. "Keep it. It looks better on you than me."

"I hope you're not both trying to soften me up so I hate you less for making me go on this date," Kinsey warned the two of them as she analyzed herself with the jacket on in Allison's mirror.

The three girl's heads turned at the sound of Allison's door opening only to reveal her father walking in with his own jacket in hand. The brunette welcomed her dad with a sarcastic 'Dad, hello' which was basically a disguised 'Do you mind' in Allison's hidden language. And almost every other teenage girl's language towards their fathers. Knocking doors had become a new rule in the Argent household since the two girls had become teenagers and demanded their privacy, but in the past few months, it had only truly been reinforced. But occasionally Chris and Victoria forgot about that rule and would stroll into either of the girl's bedrooms.

Lydia and Kinsey sat back down on the bed prepared to watch the exchange between a healthy father and daughter relationship because they sure as hell didn't have that with theirs. Well, Kinsey couldn't exactly have a healthy relationship with someone she'd never met but she imagined after this long of not knowing them it wouldn't exactly be the most perfect relationship. And certainly not one like the one Allison and Chris had.

As soon as Chris detected the sarcasm in his daughter worse he quickly apologized to her as well as his niece and their friend who was grinning at him from ear to ear. Lydia hadn't tried to hide the fact she was attracted to Chris because he had the whole dilf look, the two girls related to the man had almost thrown up when hearing that and prayed her not to say it ever again even if they weren't around to hear it. "Right. I'm sorry. I completely forgot to knock."

"Hi, Mr. Argent." Lydia teased flirtatiously as Kinsey nudged her as her warning. Calling him a dilf had been the first strike but flirting with the man right in front of them was just torture, the last thing she needed was the thought of her best friend trying to get with her uncle.

"Dad, do you need something?"

"I wanted to tell you that the two of you'll be staying in tonight." He instructed the two girls that lived under his roof, Lydia's smile immediately dropped as well as her attraction slightly fading after he had killed their plans for tonight. And Kinsey's face couldn't even try and hide her annoyance towards her uncle, her face was in an unbreakable scowl, and she didn't even want to go to this stupid date in the first place. But now when she was being told no, she wanted to.

"But we're going out with our friends."

"Not when some animal is out there attacking people." Chris shook his head, ignoring every objection that Allison or Kinsey attempted to throw his way as both became desperate to escape the man's strict rules. Maybe having an awful relationship with your parents wasn't so bad after all, because there was no way that either Kinsey's mother or Lydia's father would attempt to talk them out of leaving. "It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 p.m. No more arguing." Argent insisted as he walked back out the room to the sight of Allison folding her arms in resentment and his niece groaning loudly as he threw herself back.

Lydia scoffed as she stood back up from the bed. "Someone's daddy's little girl."

"Sometimes," Allison admitted. "But not tonight." The brunette shook her head as she grabbed her keys from her desk and began heading towards her window, that was enough to stir up some excitement in the brunette as she realized what was happening.

"Yes! My favorite Allison is back." Kinsey beamed. "Lyds, get used to this rebellious side of her it only comes out, like, once a year if you're lucky." She added as a word of advice before following her cousin out of the window preparing to do the thing they had practically mastered.

Allison took the lead as she stood on the edge of the roof before somersaulting and landing perfectly beneath her bedroom window with an even bigger grin on her face than ever before. Rebelliousness really was a thrill, now she was starting to see Kinsey's point of view on life. Kinsey followed the girl as she too flipped from the edge of the roof landing beside her flawlessly before both looked up waiting for Lydia who hung her head out of the bedroom window with a slack jaw, surprised by what she had witnessed. "Eight years gymnastics," Allison said as she justified the skills that she and her cousin possessed. Maybe all of those extra curricula that her parents had forced them both into really had benefited them, just not in the way Victoria expected.

"Are you coming?" Kinsey asked.

Ten minutes into the date and Kinsey found herself already struggling to tolerate the jock she had been set up with who was practically just Jackson in a brunette form, his mannerisms, the way he only had three topics of conversation which were himself, money, or himself. He was just another form of Jackson Whittemore. Allison and Lydia found themselves sat back with a drink in hand watching as the girl suffered while talking to him, her eyes struggling not to roll into the back of her head as she nodded with a fake smile. The only thing that Kinsey knew would get her through this date was watching Scott bowl, though he had told everyone else that he was an excellent bowler she knew the truth. He wasn't exactly a perfect liar. That, and the fact that Stiles had already told her in English that the last time Scott had bowled was his eighth birthday party when his ball had ended up three lanes over. And even then he hadn't managed to hit a single pin on its way over. Apparently, after that party those who'd attended had taken a vow not to host a birthday party at the bowling alley ever again, and Scott promised that he wouldn't bowl ever again. Yet here they were. Bowling. At the bowling alley.

After Jackson had assisted Lydia in taking every shot Kinsey's date had attempted to do the same as he wrapped his hands around her waist, as he looked back on his life he would realize how much of a mistake that was. As well as in two milliseconds when her elbow collided with his crotch which she would blame on taking too large of a swing. After that, he learned to back off from the brunette and let her bowl alone while those who were sat down laughed at the boy's misfortune. Now she knew she could enjoy this date without him constantly beside her and he could go back to brown-nosing Jackson until he truly did become the blonde himself. Each of the groups took their shots, most scoring strikes minus the redhead who didn't have an athletic bone in her body until it came to the person who everyone had been anticipating the turn of.

"You're up, McCall." Jackson smugly grinned as he and Lydia peered over their shoulders to look at the clearly anxious boy. The five pairs of eyes staring at him really didn't ease that feeling.

Allison placed a hand on the boy's knee. "You can do it, Scott." She reassured him.

Scott took a few moments to gather his thoughts before attempting to bowl leaving all of the people watching him on the edge of their seats waiting to see how wrong this was going to go. The only person who had faith in him was Allison, and that was simply because Kinsey and Lydia chose not to tell her what happened at the boy's eighth birthday party. Maybe if just one of them believed that Scott could actually bowl he would have a better chance tonight. When he finally took his shot, the ball immediately landing in the gutter guaranteeing that this wasn't one of those situations where he shocked them with his amazing performance.

Jackson laughed hysterically at the sight while Scott stood humiliated, though Lydia and Kinsey too found it amusing they didn't laugh as much as Jackson or his wanna-be did. Partially for the sake of their best friend who scowled at the boy for laughing at her date. "Jackson. Shut up?" Allison snapped at him. Kinsey wasn't sure where this side of Allison had been hiding for the past sixteen years but she was glad it had come out tonight. Mean Allison was definitely more entertaining than rebellious Allison. Her bad influence on her really had begun paying off.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Jackson mumbled through his laughter. "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler." He smirked as he looked up at Scott who was less than impressed with Jackson's arrogance.

"Maybe he just needs a little warm-up," Kinsey suggested in an attempt to help Allison and Scott out. "Scott, just aim a little more for the middle." She said with a smile while the boy nodded in agreement, thankful for her advice.

"How about you aim for anything except for the gutter?" Jackson added again, now beginning to irritate Kinsey just as much as he was irritating Scott and Allison. Out of anyone he could mock tonight he couldn't have chosen her date? Even if it was almost mocking himself it would make him even slightly interesting. After Allison snapped at Jackson once more Scott took another deep breath before walking back up to the lane prepared to give it another shot, Kinsey's words in his head as he took his shot. The ball made it halfway down the lane, perfectly centered giving the two girls who were supporting him some hope until it got towards the pins and slowly moved left landing it in the gutter. Claiming yet another gutterball. "Oh, great job, McCall. Man, you are a pro." Jackson teased again as Scott took his seat filled with utter humiliation.

The cycle continued again as everyone took their shots with Allison and Kinsey in joint first, Jackson second, Kinsey's date whom she had forgotten the name of third, Lydia fourth which left Scott last and yet to hit a single pin. Kinsey felt guilty watching Scott stood at the top of the lane with the ball in his hand considering whether it was really worth taking another chance if it would gain him even more mocking from Jackson and his wanna-be who frankly, he couldn't remember the name of either. He had bored all of them until they had attempted to completely block his existence out of their minds, even Jackson who once loved him had grown to dislike the boy who hysterically laughed at every word that came out of his mouth. Even his 'Nice shot' to Kinsey when she had scored another one of her consecutive strikes.

Kinsey quickly switched seats from beside her date to Allison who was biting her nails, filled with nerves for her boyfriend. "Maybe you should give him a few words of encouragement." The brunette suggested in a hushed whisper, the other three on the date all too busy watching Scott grow more flustered as he stared down at the ball in his hands.

"What?"

"Tell him something that will take his mind off of it."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Use your imagination, Al. I think you know something that might work." Kinsey said with a devious smirk, the concerned and nervous look across Allison's face told her that she had understood what she was implying. She was just scared to physically say it to Scott.

Allison hesitated for a moment before she got out of her seat to mutter those few words of encouragement to her date leaving the other three only to assume what she was saying to him. But they gathered it was something along the lines of 'Ignore Jackson' or a few more bowling pointers like Kinsey had already given him because clearly, the Argents were experts in the sport based on the number of strikes they'd scored between them.

Allison skipped back to her seat beside Kinsey with a smile from ear-to-ear and rosy cheeks as she grabbed hold of Kinsey's hand again for comfort like she had with the lacrosse game, some may say it had become her coping mechanism over the time of knowing her cousin. Something about holding Kinsey's hand made her feel calm, at peace. Like she was her very own guardian angel that was in her life purely to make her feel the best she could possibly feel. Though she hadn't had many best friends in her lifetime to compare Kinsey and Lydia to she was sure that the friendship she had formed with the two girls was unbreakable. Even if she had only known the redhead for two weeks and Kinsey was her cousin before being her best friend.

Scott took another shot with a much more professional stance, better aim, and a throw that didn't make him look like something from the Wii. His ball traveled perfectly down the middle like the speed of lightning until it hit each and every pin leaving not only the boy himself stunned but those who hadn't believed he was capable of doing it. Jackson's jaw may as well had been on the ground as he clenched his fist in anger, Lydia looked at her two laughings and cheering best friends with a raised brow questioning what the hell had just happened, and well, whatever Kinsey's date was doing wasn't important. From that moment on Scott was unstoppable. Strike after strike until he had placed himself drawing with Jackson in second place receiving himself a cheer from his date after every single turn he had taken. Allison had put it down to natural talent that Scott hadn't managed to find until now, but of course, she and Kinsey knew what had really gotten into him. But somewhere underneath that exterior of his had to be some form of talent, nobody could change that dramatically with a few choice words from their date. Unless Allison had some sort of magical gift that none of them knew about.

"I could use some natural talent. You mind helping me out this time, Scott?" Lydia asked in a slightly flirtatious tone as she stood in her most innocent-looking pose and doe eyes. Most people couldn't say no to that face, Kinsey had already learned that in the past week. In fact, she was the only one to date who wasn't cracked by her best friend's act of innocence. Though it had only been a week and there was still a chance for Lydia to wear her down until she was like everyone else refusing to say no to the sweet girl's face. Kinsey looked at the redhead and shook her head warning her that this wasn't right, yes both of them had times where they flirted to get their own way in the past, it was a talent all-girls possessed but this wasn't one of those times where it should be used. This was Allison's non-official boyfriend and it wasn't a competition to have the most athletic sophomore on her arm. It seemed a though Lydia needed some slight guidance as to who she should use her powers of persuasion on but she thought that the redhead would have known not to try it with Scott.

"No, you're good. Go for it." Scott reassured her shocking all of them. And making him the second person who had ever been able to say no to the princess that was Lydia Camile Grace Martin.

A pissed Lydia walked towards the lane, refusing help from Jackson this time as they all watched and waited to see how the girl could bowl on her own. All of them found themselves picking their jaws up from the floor as Lydia scored a strike, and a flawless one at that. The redhead skipped back to her seat as though it wasn't a big deal that she had managed to score a strike without even trying, as well as having almost perfect form which Allison made sure to point out as a bowling enthusiast. The other five were left speechless for a moment as they sat stunned staring at the screen as it celebrated the girl's strike, all of them confused at what they had just witnessed. Lydia struggled to pick up her purse most of the time let alone be able to score a strike with a bowling ball that weighed more than her dog.

"I think I'm getting the hang of it." Lydia smiled at her two best friends who weren't convinced.

"Maybe you should stop pretending to suck just for his benefit." Allison discreetly whispered to the redhead as she and Kinsey leaned forward. Kinsey herself was just glad someone else had finally caught onto the facade that Lydia had been playing of the dumb girl with the popular boyfriend because it was clear that she was much better than that. In more than just all of her AP classes. How she managed to get away with being in those classes and still not be questioned about her intelligence truly was a mystery to the two brunettes.

"Trust me, I do plenty of sucking just for his benefit."

"Okay! That was way more information about my best friends sex life than I needed to know. Now I think that was my cue to get the hell out of here before I throw up all of the fries I ate." Kinsey suggested as she stood up from her chair, immediately grabbing the jacket she had borrowed from Allison before anyone had the chance to object or even suggest going anywhere else to continue what had been an eventful date. She wouldn't be going on another one anytime soon if ever, tonight was enough to scar her for a lifetime. And she was sure to make that point to Stiles who had somehow escaped coming tonight when he was at the table when it had been arranged yet she had been dragged into it from the complete opposite side of the school.