! due to mature themes, readers discretion is advised, please read authors note at the end !

chapter twenty-one
❝ he begs & he pleads just like i did ❞
party guessed

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Kennedy got a phone call from Allison that same night. She leaned on her bed, "Hey."

"Hey," Allison said awkwardly. "I actually wanted to ask you something."

Kennedy rose a brow, "Okay," She laughed.

Allison clicked her tongue in thought. "You know how you were supposed to go to the Rave with Matt, and then he suddenly decided to use me to make you jealous?"

"Is that what he was doing?" Kennedy asked, wearing pajamas. "He did a horrible job, considering it got me a make out session with Isaac Lahey." She said shortly.

Allison's jaw drops. "No way. What about you and Stiles?"

Kennedy smiled softly. "Stiles is, well, my everything." She said. "But, there's so much that could go wrong with us." She said lowly. Allison pursed her lips together.

"Well, I'm sorry to make your night worse, but when Matt drove me home, I saw his camera. He had pictures. A lot of them."

"Well he is a photographer." Kennedy said, now moving to her makeshift desk.

Allison cleared her throat. "They were pictures of you, Kennedy." The Argent stated finally.

Kennedy's eyes widen in surprise, the statement registering. "What?"

"It was so messed up," Allison said slowly. "They were from Lacrosse games, and, classes, the halls. Hell, you in your bedroom." Kennedy looked down at the table in worry. "I didn't know what to do, I just got out of there as soon as I could."

The Stallard shook her head, "It's fine, Allison." She said slowly. "I, um, I have to go. Thank you. I'll see you at Lydia's party," The girl hangs up quickly, tears threatening to spill as she looks down. She closes her eyes softly, trying to calm herself down. Her mind traveled to her mom, to Peter, to Stiles, to Scott, to Lydia, then back to Peter. "Where are you when I need you, Dad?"

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The next day, Kennedy walked into Lydia Martin's bedroom. "Happy Birthday, beautiful!" She cheered. Lydia beamed with excitement for the days events.

"Thank you, Kennedy!" Lydia gasped as Kennedy held balloons in each hands, as well as a small bag. "You always know how to make a girl feel special."

Kennedy placed the weight for the balloons down. "Today is all about you, Lydia. So, I got you a little something."

Lydia grabbed the gift from Kennedy, unwrapping it quickly. Lydia gasped in surprise, seeing a silver necklace with a sapphire charm. "Oh, Kennedy,"

"It was my birth mothers," Kennedy explained, sitting on Lydia's bed. Lydia knew, of course, that Kennedy was adopted, and was related to Derek. But she didn't know much more. The strawberry blond looked up. "My mom would always tell me diamonds are a girls best friend, and well, you're my diamond." Lydia smiles softly.

"That was horribly cliche." Said the Martin. "Thank you, Kennedy,"

Later that day, Lydia had dragged Kennedy on a shopping spree, before the two eventually got to Allison's house. As far as Kennedy knew, Chris had kept her identity between him and Allison, not even Victoria knew. So, as far as Kennedy could tell, she was safe for the time being.

Lydia swung open Allison's bedroom door, holding up Macey's bags. "Clear your schedule. This could take a while."

Allison stood up slowly, "How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?" She asked the Martin.

Lydia shrugged. "It's my birthday party." She chirped. "I'm thinking host dress, evening dress, then," She hummed in thought. Kennedy spoke up, leaning on the Martin.

"After hours casual." The brunette added.

Allison nodded as she looked at her friends. "I noticed that you didn't send out any invites."

"It's the biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows." Lydia explained.

Allison shrugged, "I was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different." She said slowly. Kennedy looked up in question, wondering what Allison meant.

"Why would anything be different?" Lydia asked. Allison awkwardly looked at Kennedy, who slowly shook her head.

"Just 'cause things have been off lately. Things and people." Allison explained. "Like Jackson."

Lydia turns her head, raising a brow. "What do you care about Jackson?"

Allison glanced at Kennedy one more time. "Do you know if he's coming tonight?" She asked. Kennedy leaned by the closet, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Everyone's coming." Lydia chimed, looking down at a champagne pink dress. "This one's American rag. I love it." Lydia looked up, "For me, not you." She then picks up a floral patterned dress that was in shades of brown, pinks, oranges, and yellows. "This one's material girl. It's for you." She told Allison. Victoria walked in, leaning against the door with a smile. "Ms. Argent. What do you think of this one?" Lydia asked as she held. up a blue dress.

"Oh, it's lovely." Victoria said to the Martin. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us."

Allison looked at her mom, "Um, can we do it later?"

"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be, would be better." Kennedy watched Victoria reach up to her shoulder.

Kennedy spoke up, "Party's at 10:00." She chirped.

"Um, will you be around before then?"

"I think so."

Victoria rose a brow. "You think so."

Allison turned to her mom. "I don't know."

Victoria watched as Kennedy turned to Allison. "You need a slip," The Stallard said. "Oh, I guess that black one would fit." Kennedy pointed to something by Lydia.

Lydia held it up, giggling. "No, it's too much."

Allison looked down at the dress. "I think I like it."

"You like it?" Lydia asked. Victoria walked towards the door.

The young Argent nodded. "Yeah, no, I do." She said. "Happy Birthday."

Lydia smiled wide. "Oh, thank you. I actually appreciate that." All of the girls laughed. Kennedy was thankful for having a normal moment with her two closest female friends.

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Scott McCall walked over to Kennedy's room, seeing her dressed and ready. "You look nice." He said as he leaned against the door frame. "Stiles might melt."

Kennedy laughed, turning to her friend. "You act like Stiles is in love with me."

"Because he is in love with you." Scott said, walking into the room. "Ken, I haven't seen Stiles look at anyone the way he looks at you. Not even when he liked Lydia." A rosy tint spread across her cheeks, and she slowly looked down. "You say you're whats holding you two back, but who cares? Allison and I are together-"

"Secretly." Kennedy points out. "Allison's dad is trying to kill you, Scott."

The McCalls shakes his head. "Well, Stiles's dad isn't a werewolf hunter." He said, "And Stiles has never treated you different for being a werewolf, has he?" Kennedy shrugged, knowing that Stiles has treated her the same. "Exactly! Stiles likes you for you, you just have to push."

Kennedy smiled softly, "I love you Scott, you know that?" She said softly.

"I do." He joked. "Come on, your car misses you." He joked.

Kennedy groaned, "I hate driving." She complained, following the McCall.

It wasn't long until the two reached the party, where Stiles stood just inside patiently impatiently waiting. His eyes practically widened to the eyes of saucers. She was beautiful. Of course she was. Kennedy Dawn Stallard carried herself with such grace and beauty that it was impossible to not stare at her. With her blue eyes, that she got from Peter, and her long cascading brown hair, and now her pretty party dress and heels. Kennedy was absolutely perfect.

"Oh, my god. Wow." Stiles stuttered out. Kennedy blushed wildly, looking down. Scott snickered, causing Stiles to glare. "Do you, uh, do you guys wanna go inside?"

"Come on, you two," Scott said, linking his arms with both teens and pulling them inside.

The party was quaint, with minimal people. Despite that, Kennedy still looked around for her ex boyfriend. "Have either of you seen Jackson anywhere?" She asked the two boys.

"No. Seen Allison?"  Asked Scott.

Stiles shook his head. "No, but we should probably tell her what we found."

Scott and Kennedy looked at each other. "I'm still kind of not sure what we found." Scott confessed. Stiles looked at them.

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."

Kennedy shrugs, "Okay, sp whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team." She declared.

"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team." The three walk into Lydias backyard. "So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?"

Allison approaches them with an awkward smile. "Uh, Jackson's not here."

Stiles scoffs. "Yeah, no one's here." Kennedy looked around, seeing the backyard completely empty other than them.

"Maybe it's just early." Scott attempts to reason.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whackjob."

Kennedy sighs, "Well, we have to do something, because you guys have been completely ignoring her for the past two weeks."

Stiles shakes his head. "What about you?"

"Kennedy and Lydia hang out every Sunday and during classes." Scott says. "We don't owe her a party."

Allison speaks up. "What about the chance to get back to normal?"

"Normal?" Scott asks.

"She wouldn't be the town whackjob if it wasn't for us." Allison pointed out.

Scott looks down in thought. "I guess I could use my co - captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." Stiles said, pulling out his phone.

Allison looked over. "Who?"

Stiles shrugged. "I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

"And I can post on socials." Kennedy offers, "And distract Lydia."

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Kennedy approached Scott and Stiles, looking between them. Scott sends longing stares to Allison. "Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?"

Scott looks at Stiles, "Why should I apologize?" He asked.

I scoffed, sitting down next to him, "Because you're the guy." Scott looks over at me with a confused look, "As a boy, that's what you do."

"But I didn't do anything wrong."

Stiles leans over, "Then you should definitely apologize. See, any time a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he's definitely done something wrong." His hand rests on Kennedy's shoulder, sending tingles down her spine.

"I'm not apologizing."

"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"

Scott looked up at Stiles slowly, "Probably." He mumbled, "Why do you care, anyway?"

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here." Stiles began, "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 be held back in school. I'm in love with a-" Stiles froze, looking at Kennedy. She rose a brow, waiting for him to finish. Stiles clears his throat, "And if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison and Kennedy get stalked by someone like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

Scott looks past his friends. "Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?"

"Because Jackson's here."

Stiles and Kennedy spin around to see Jackson walking in. Kennedy pushes past Stiles, approaching the teens. Lydia smiles, "Glad you could make it." She grinned, handing Jackson a glass. Kennedy walked over, making eye contact with Jackson.

"Hey, guys," She said slowly, "I'm thirsty, I'm gonna-"

"No!" Lydia snipped. "You're not drinking tonight."

Kennedy frowns in confusion, "I'm not?" She asks.

Lydia shakes her head. "I need my best friend to be sober so she can help me get into my second dress." She snipped. Kennedy nodded slowly as she grabbed her hand, pulling the Stallard along.

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Later on, Allison approaches Kennedy, "I keep making weird eye contact with Matt." Allison mumbles.

Kennedy sips on her water. "Ew, gross." She gags. "Does that guy not know what privacy is?" She looks behind Allison to see said Matt. "Oh god, he's looking at me." Allison grabs Kennedy's arms, spinning her away completely.

"As your best friend, I'm requiring you to look away from him." Allison declared. She looks around, grabbing Danny, "Take a picture of us, will you?"

Danny nodded slowly, taking Allison's phone from her hands. Allison'a arm wrapped around Kennedy, both girls smiling at the camera, making sure there was no flash used. When the photo was taken, both girls smiles down at it. Kennedy looked up slowly, "Youre a great friend, Allison. I'm sorry I have been treating you so...weird, recently. After what happened with Matt-"

"Hey, you don't need to explain anything." Allison said with a smile. "I had completely forgotten he was your date, and I feel so bad about it."

Kennedy shrugged, "You did save me from him," She shrugs, grinning.

Allison looked over Kennedy's shoulder, "But not for long." Kennedy turned her head to watch Matt approaching them both.

Matt brushes his hands over his jeans, "Ladies, can I talk to you both in private?" He asked, breathing heavily.

"Why? So you can ditch me again?" Kennedy asked bitterly.

Matt sighed, "Please, Kenny, just for a few minutes?" He pleaded. Kennedy and Allison shared unsure looks, but Kennedy nodded them along, making sure to keep Allison close as she lead them to one of Lydia's guest bedrooms.

"You get two minutes." Kennedy said, letting Allison and Matt in the room. Matt looked at her, expecting her to close the door, but she doesn't. Kennedy moves around him, standing promptly next to Allison.

Matt nods, "Okay. Uh, right." He looks over at Kennedy, "So I know I took some pictures of you that I should've told you about. But is it really that bad that I think you're beautiful?" Kennedy raises a brow, "And I think you should be the subject of a perfect photograph?"

Kennedy scoffs, "Matt, some of those pictures I don't even know how you took them. I've never given you my address-"

"Telephoto lens & I'm on the lacrosse team with Scott." He tells the Stallard. "I mean, come on, Kennedy. Photographers call them candids."

Allison chuckles, pulling Kennedy closer to her. "Well, police officers call it stalking."

Matt looks at her for a moment with an unreadable expression. Kennedy hears his heartbeat speed up, faster than before. "Stalking. So I'm, I'm a stalker now." Allison sees something pass by behind him. "That's, is that it? You, you think my bedroom is wallpapered with Kennedy's photos. You think I'm the kind of guy that's gonna say something like, well, if I can't have her, no one can. Well, you know what, Kennedy?" The werewolf smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Get over yourself, because there's another pretty girl walking through the room every five minutes."

Kennedy scoffs, "Oh really?" Kennedy says, "Well, then, all you have to do is wait another three." Allison and Kennedy storm off first, Allison making it out of there before Kennedy.

"Kennedy, wait," Matt grabs Kennedy's arm, pulling her back towards him. She's taken aback by his force. "Come on, you know it's just some harmless photos."

"Then let me see them." She states. Matt shakes his head slowly, thinking she's joking. "Let me see the damn photos myself and I'll decide if they're harmless or not."

Matt looks at her for a long moment, unsure what to say. "Fine." He walks out of the room, and Kennedy looks around for any sign of her friends. No Allison, no Scott, no Stiles, and no Lydia. She exhaled sharply, walking after Matt.

The night was looming, and the streets were more ominous and dark without the views of Lydia's backyard. Kennedy purses her lips together, wondering how she was going to deal with Matt with the full moon beaming down right on her. Matt walked to his car, opening up the back door. Kennedy crossed her arms expectantly. "I'm not going to wait all day." She muttered.

"Hold on." Matt snipped. After a few more moments, he turns back around with his camera. "Here."

Kennedy takes the camera from his hands, flipping through. Surely enough, there Kennedy was. To her surprise, her eyes weren't always glowing. She figures it's from her only recently discovering her wolf side two months ago. There were photos of her at school, in class, at lacrosse, in Stiles's Jeep, at home, in various rooms. There was a photo of her changing, which caused Kennedy to get more pissed. But before she could say anything, she comes across a series of photos of her, from not too long ago. It was the Hale House, which was soon to be destroyed in the coming weeks, and it was her walking towards it.

"You followed me?" She asks, looking up at him.

"Well, I just wanted to take photos and get to know you."

Kennedy scoffed, "You could've talked to me like a normal person." She whispered, emotions swirling in her chest. "You have photos of me naked."

Matt stepped forwards, his hands on her arms. "I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you." Kennedy looked at his arm placement in confusion. "I meant to do this."

Before Kennedy could react, Matt pulls her in for a rough kiss. Kennedy drops the camera in shock, trying to push him away. Matt pushes her, pinning her body against the side of his car. Kennedy attempts to pull away, but he doesn't stop. "Get off of me!" She shouts in between the moments she can get his lips off of hers.

Matt pressures on, "Come on, Kenny. You know we've always had chemistry, ever since we first met in class." What about now, Kennedy? We could do this, right now." Terror struck through Kennedy's body, and then a sense of anger. Kennedy's eyes flash yellow, and she's had enough. In a swift push, Matt falls to the pavement. Kennedy's eyes are glossy as she looks down at him with a look of hatred, disgust, horror.

"You have one minute."

Matt looks at her in confusion. "What?"

"You have one minute to run the hell away before I rip you to shreds." Kennedy looks up at him, a cold look in her eye. "59,58,57,"

Matt takes off in a sprint. Kennedy was horrified. Matt had not only violated her changing, but violated her grief. Her childhood home, the place she almost died in, the place her dad died. Her eyes flick a golden yellow as she turned towards Lydia's house, watching Matt run inside. She growls lowly, running towards him.

Stiles walks up to Scott, "Hey, I can't find Lydia or Kennedy." He says, "And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out." People scream and look at objects in confusion, some jumping into the pool. Chaos had ensued the Martin house after whatever they drank affected them majorly.

"I can see that." Scott mumbles. "I just hope Kennedy's alright."

Stiles sighs as he looks around. "What the hell do we do?"

"I don't know, but we gotta-"

Scott stops when he and Stiles see Kennedy punch Matt square in the face. "You piece of shit!" Kennedy shouted. "You want to know how I feel?" She lifted him up with one hand, pushing him towards the edge pool.

Matt tried to shove her away. "Kennedy, I can't swim! Stop!"

Kennedy's eyes flashed gold, "Maybe you should've thought of that before you ran towards the pool." She said before giving him a hard push. Scott and Stiles jumped in shock, watching Matt fly a few feet backwards, landing into the water. Stiles ran over, grabbing Kennedy and pulling her towards Scott.

"Ken, what the hell!?" Scott whispered. "What happened?"

Kennedy looks down at the stone, everything setting in. Tears roll down her cheeks as she looks up slowly at Stiles and Scott. "He-he had photos, and he-" She turns around slowly, watching Matt struggle in the water. "He can't swim." Realization settled in her body. Whoever was controlling the Kanima, was afraid of water.

Jackson came rushing over, pulling Matt out of the water. "I want to go home." Whispered Kennedy. Stiles and Scott nodded slowly. The three of them rushing away as soon as possible.

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As Derek screamed in pain, Peters claws digging into his skin, flashes of Kennedy waved over his mind.

Peter's heart beated slowly, his eyes opening as he looked at the sun. Eleven year old Kennedy washed over his mind, the girl running around Hale house. Her brown hair in pigtails. Memories of Sloane and Kennedy tending to the family garden was fresh in his mind. Kennedy was his little girl. His pride and joy.

Lydia's body shook as Peter stumbles out of the hole his body was once in. Derek watches in disbelief as his uncle he murdered stands before him. "I heard there was a party. Don't worry, I invited myself." Peter looked up slowly. "Now where the hell is my daughter?"

*IMPORTANT*
NATALIA'S NOTES
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hey guys!!

i just wrote this chapter so this authors notes from weeks before this chapter is up, but i just want to say thank you for giving me the chance to write this story, this story, especially this chapter, is more mature than most other things i've written, and i want to make it clear that i'm not romanticizing harassment which i think is obvious because she's literally trying to kill matt LMAO, but i know people have done that in other stories i've read (not teen wolf but still).

but as someone who's dealt with stalking & harassment before it's a topic that i felt is important to bring awareness to & yeah, just wanted to clear that up before anyone gets mad. idk if someone would but still shdhdbs.

if you or someone you know has been subjected to sexual harassment or sexual assault, call the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 800-656-4673 or chat online at online.rainn.org , here are many other resources out there that can help you, just know you are never alone.

love always,

nat