chapter eight
❝ 'cause we're fighting over what we do ❞
lunatic

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Allison asks, raising a brow.

Kennedy looks over at the Argent, a smirk on her face. "You are newly single, and you need a surge of confidence." She explains.

"But is a mini photoshoot really going to do that?" Allison asks, eyeballing the many outfits Kennedy had put together.

The Stallard hums as she picks up the first one. "Imagine your confidence when you post a photo of you looking hot in that dress, and all the comments are telling you just that." Allison sends a playful look, taking the dress from Kennedy's hand.

Kate Argent knocks on the door, "Whats up, Ladies," She grins, observing the scene.

"Hi, Ms. Argent, not much!" Kennedy hums, picking up a pair of her own heels she brought over.

"Oh, god, never call me that again," Kate groans, "I feel like a grandma. Just call me Kate."

Kennedy smiles, sitting on Allisons bed as she looks up, "Well, Kate, now that Allison is officially back on the market, I wanted to make her feel as good as ever with a bit of a makeover and photoshoot." She explains, pointing to the many outfits, and the three makeup bags she brought over.

Kate hums, "Wow, that is so sweet of you, Kenny. Especially considering you're also friends with Scott." The teenage girls look at one another, pursing their lips. "What's he doing tonight, anyways?" Allison's aunt asks.

"Well, when I last talked to Stiles, he decided it was best if it was just him and Scott hanging out. Stiles probably wants to get Scott drunk for the first time to make him feel a bit better." Kennedy chuckles.

Kate nods, "Ah, yes, the breakup drunk followed by the breakup hangover." She mumbles, sitting on the bed next to the Stallard. "I have had a few of those in my time." She turns her head, looking at Kennedy. "What about you? Any bad break ups?"

Allison sits at her chair, watching as her aunt studies her friend closely. "Uh, I had a break up over the summer, he broke up with me for my best friend." Kate grimaces, "We fixed everything, though. No bad blood."

"And no new boys?" Kate asks. "What about that other boy you two are friends with, Allison?" The youngest Argent looks up, frowning.

Kennedy giggles. "Stiles?" Kate nods, resting her head in her hands. "Stiles has been my best friend just as long as Scott. They're like, my entire world." She explains, smiling softly. "But no, I wouldn't call him a new boy,"

Kate clicks her tongue, nodding, "Alright, well I'll leave you two lovely ladies alone. Don't have too much fun," She winks before shutting the door.

Allison turns to Kennedy, "Sorry, she's a bit of a snoop." She apologizes.

"Oh, please, its fine!" Kennedy waves her friend off. "Come on, I want to get these photos done before midnight."

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The bell rings as Allison, Kennedy, and Lydia walk out of their class. "It's just weird." Allison chirps. "Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us."

"Thank you, for the protection of minors." Lydia breathes. Kennedy's bruises had finally healed, and she wore her hair in a side braid that day. The claw marks on her arms had also began to heal, and she no longer needed to wear bandages. The scratches were still there, but not nearly as evident as before.

Allison pauses, turning to her friends. "Guys, do you think I made the wrong decision?" She asks them.

Lydia looks over. "About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely." Kennedy snickers, silently agreeing.

"You know what I mean."

The strawberry blond huffs, "Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead." She says.

Kennedy looks over. "Hey, I went with him," She adds.

"Because you didn't want him to go alone," Lydia defends, "He's lucky we're not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills." She retorts.

Allison sighs, "What do you think, Kenny? You're friends with him too." She asks.

The Stallard shrugs, "I think everything happens for a reason, and maybe right now everyone just needs a break." She reasons. The Argent nods awkwardly, taking in what she said.

"Okay, new topic," Lydia blurts, "The dance is coming up soon, have you two gone shopping?" She asks, turning to look at them.

Allison shakes her head, and Kennedy shrugs. "I've been busy, i guess I forgot." She mutters.

Lydia scoffs, "We have to set up a date to go together." The girl gushed. "Kennedy, I could totally see you in a sexy green, or, blue." The three walk down the hall, now gossiping about dresses.

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Kennedy's free period was one of her favorites. She spent that time usually reading, or, like now, sleeping. However that was cut short as a hand slapped her back, causing her to sit up. "Kenny, wake up." Stiles's voice fills her ears and she groans as she turns to look at him. "It's Scott, come on."

"God, can't I have a break for one day?" She mutters, letting Stiles grab her wrist and pull her out of the library, and down the hall. Her boots click along the floor as she closes her eyes tight, opening them again. "What's wrong with Scott?"

Stiles leads her to the locker rooms, "I don't know," He mutters, the two walking into the boys locker room.

The pair hear the sound of water running, and Kennedy quickly walks to the showers. "Scott?" She pauses, seeing the teenage boy standing underneath the water. "Scott, whats wrong?"

The McCall turns around, looking between his two friends. "I can't-"

"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles asks, eyeballing the door.

"No." Scott manages to utter out. "No, I can't breathe."

Stiles turns to Scott's bag, reaching inside. "Here, use this." Kennedy is surprised to see the inhaler Scott used to use so often. "Come on, do it."

Scott takes it from his friends hand, using it. Kennedy lets out a breath of relief when Scott finally regains his breath. "I was having an asthma attack?" He asks, confused.

"No, you were having a panic attack. But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack." Stiles explains, shrugging, "Irony."

Kennedy looks up, "How did you know to do that?" She asks, gesturing to Scott.

"I used to get them after my mom died." He says, rather bluntly. Kennedy looks down, "Not fun, huh?"

Scott breathes heavily, "I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." He explains.

Kennedy chuckles, "Yeah, it's called heartbreak. Theres about 2 billion songs written about it." She replies, "A lot of them by Taylor Swift." Stiles snickers at her joke, and she looks up at him with a smile.

"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott says.

"Well, you could think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." He jokes, but neither of the other two in the room laugh. "That wasn't helpful." He mutters. Stiles shifts his feet. "Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."

"No, that's not it." Kennedy looks over at Scott. "It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions."

The brunette shrugs, "Maybe it's something to do with the full moon." She offers up the idea, looking between the two.

Stiles nods, "That has to be it." He says to himself. "So we'll lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either." He explains.

Scott looks up slowly. "I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." He urged.

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles inquires, causing Kennedy to glare at him.

"No." Scott whispers, looking away from his friends for a moment. "Because if I get out," Scott steps closer to the two, and Kennedy purses her lips. "I think I might kill someone."

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"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?"

Scott looks over at Stiles, the two walking out of the locker room. "What do you mean desire?"

"Like sexual desire?" Scott frowns at Stiles. "Lust, passion, arousal."

"From Lydia?"

Stiles frowns. "What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"

Scott raises a brow. "From Lydia to you?" The Stilinski shakes his head, trying to figure out if he should say what he's about too.

Stiles sighs, "No, not from Lydia." Scott frowns, confused "From Kennedy," Scott practically chokes on his own saliva.

"Kennedy?" Stiles looks away, not sure what his reaction will be. "Dude, since when did you call her Kennedy?"

Stiles shrugs, "I don't know, since now?" He mumbles.

Scott chuckles, "How long?" Stiles looks up, confused. "How long have you liked her?" The Stilinski stops, repeating the question over and over in his head.

"I don't know," Stiles mutters. "Who wouldn't like her, Scott? It's freaking Kennedy Stallard. Nobody could compare to someone as smart, and beautiful, and kind-" The boy stops, looking at his friend. "You used to like her, a lot,"

"Dude, it's fine," Scott says, putting a hand on Stiles's shoulder. "I'm totally in love with Allison, I don't feel like that with Kenny, not anymore." Stiles nods, absorbing the information. "So, you want to know if theres any chance between you two?" Stiles nods again, a red tint spreading on his cheeks. "Why don't you just ask her?"

"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation, and the fact she's my best friend." Stiles hisses. "Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out."

Scott looks over, seeing Kennedy talking away with Lydia down the hall. "Fine."

"I love you. I love you. You're my best friend in the whole world." Stiles calls out.

Scott approaches the two girlls. "Hey, Kenny? Can we talk for a second?"

The brunette looks over, "Yeah, sure," She whispers, "I'll be right back," Kennedy excuses herself from Lydia, following Scott to Coach Finstock's office. She sets her bag down, leaning against the desk. "Is this about the other night?" Scott says nothing as he shuts the door.

"Just I needed to ask you something." Kennedy nods, watching Scott's movements. "Do you, uh," He scratches the back of his neck. "Do you know if Allison still likes me?"

Kennedy smiles softly, "Scott, of course she still likes you." She hums.

"Really?"

"She'll always like you." Kennedy explains, "And, I'm sure theres some things that you two need to fix first, but I just know everything will be okay." Scott listens to her heartbeat, not hearing a single thing to imply she's lying. "Scott, you tried to save her life. And sure, it didn't turn out, but I know that you were just trying to do the right thing, and honestly, I think all of them should be grateful you risked your life."

Scott looks down at the ground. "Are you grateful?" He asks, his voice deeper, lower.

Kennedy stands up from the table, stepping away from Scott, looking away from him. "Well, yeah, I mean, you're my best friend." Suddenly, Kennedy is spun around, her back pushed against the wall. Scott's hands are on either side of her head, his face close to hers. "Scott, what the hell are you doing?"

He doesn't answer, but instead leans in. Eyes widening, Kennedy ducks out of the way, sliding out from under his arms. She stumbles back, grabbing her bag. "I'm, uh, I'm gonna go, I'll see you tonight," She mutters, opening the door. Lydia stands there, giving a menacing smile. "Hey, Lydia," She says, before pushing by. Lydia watches as her friend walks down the hall, humming in thought before stepping into the office with Scott.

Kennedy walks up to Stiles, who is about to leave the school for practice. "Stiles!" The boy jumps, dropping all of his things. Kennedy walks over, "I think somethings wrong with Scott," She says.

"W-why?" Stiles stutters. "Did he say something? Did he ask you something?" His heart picks up speed, but of course Kennedy doesn't hear.

"Not anything important, just about Allison," She explains. Stiles's shoulders slump feeling better. "But, I think he tried to," Kennedy cringes, "Kiss me?"

Stiles's face falls, "What?" He asks. He couldn't help but feel almost betrayed.

Kennedy shrugs, "I was just talking to him about her, and suddenly I'm up against the wall and he's leaning in. I never ducked and got out of a situation so fast," She explains. She sighs, "Do you think it's the full moon?" She asks.

"Yeah," Stiles mutters, "Listen, I'll meet you at Scotts tonight, okay?" Kennedy nods, walking away. The Stilinski sighs, feeling slightly hurt and confused about his friend.

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"No, you're not going."

Kennedy groans, chasing her dad down the stairs. "But, Dad! Stiles and Scott need my help on this project!" She explains. Stiles had texted her already that he had Scott handled, but he didn't know for how long. She needed to get their soon.

"No, Kenny, for the last time, you're not going out tonight!" Ben yells at her, slamming his hand on the counter. Kennedy clamps her mouth shut. "Just, go to your room," He mumbles.

The girl turns on her heel, slowly walking back towards the stairs. She stops, watching as her dad walks out of sight into the kitchen. She looks at the front door to the left of the stairs, before quickly sliding out the door.

When she got to the McCall house, the door was unlocked as she made her way towards the stairs. "You tried to kiss her, Scott, okay? You tried to kiss Kenny, and then you made out with Lydia." She hears Stiles's voice, and she stops. "That's, like, the one person- and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal." Kennedy frowns, feeling bad for Stiles. "He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

Scott is silent for a moment, and Kennedy goes to move up the stairs. "I think she wanted to." Scott says finally.

Stiles tilts his head to the side. "What?"

"I think she wanted to kiss me." Kennedy almost scoffed at the cocky comment. "I think she would have done a lot more, too, if she weren't so scared of hurting Allison, of hurting you." Kennedy grips the banister tightly. "She would have done anything I wanted." Stiles slides against the wall, "Anything!"

Kennedy snarls as she stomps up the stairs, throwing her things in Stiles's lap. She walks in front of the door, "Are you out of your freaking mind!?" She shouts at Scott. "Are you that delusional that you think I'd want to kiss you!? Especially after I just told you that you and Allison could fix things?" Scott says nothing as he looks down. "And then you go and kiss Lydia? My friend?" She scoffs, "I don't care if its the full moon, you're an asshole, Scott." Stiles watches as Kennedy comes storming out, sitting across from him in the hall.

The two sit in a comfortable silence, knowing fully well the weight they had on their shoulders. "Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear." Stiles looks down, "You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." Stiles focuses on his jeans, not bothering to look up at the movement in front of him. However, he tenses up as he feels Kennedy sit next to him, taking his hand and encasing it in both of hers, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Please, Stiles, let me out."Stiles didn't move though, he leaned his head on top of Kennedy's, letting Scott rambles. "It's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison breaking up with me. I know," Scott stops, "That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless." Kennedy looks at Stiles's hand, her finger brushing his knuckles. "Just, please, let me out."

Stiles looks down, "I can't." He whispers. The two sit there as Scott begins to struggle, screaming. Stiles closes his eyes tightly, praying it will stop. Kennedy sits up, pulling Stiles to her. She wraps herself around Stiles, trying to muffle the sound with her heart beat, or even her breathing. Stiles lets her do this, trying to focus on anything but Scott's screams.

Suddenly, it was like everything stopped. Stiles pulled away from Kennedy, "Scott?" The two stand, slowly opening the door. Kennedy sucks in a heavy breath when they both see that Scott was no longer there, and all that was left was a bloody pair of handcuffs. Stiles stumbles. "I'm going to find Scott. Stay here and wait til he comes back,"

"Stiles, my dad doesn't even know I'm gone," She explains, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Uh, then go home," Stiles mutters. "I'll text you," Kennedy purses her lips. "I'll be okay, I promise," She nods, watching as he walks out of the room. Kennedy sighs, feeling like she was helpless.