chapter seventeen
❝ you always change right behind my back ❞
venomous

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Kennedy sits at the TV tray she had set up as a desk in her room, staring at her phone. The Sheriffs Station, and she knew it was her dad calling. He hadn't stopped for almost 20 minutes, and Kennedy had began to wonder why he wasn't getting told to stop. She sighs as it rings for an eighth time. Scott walks by, pausing. "Hey, you okay?" He asks, walking into the room. He noticed Ben Stallard's old phone book, and a photo of Kennedy and what seemed to be a slightly younger Peter and a pretty woman in a hospital, holding who Scott assumed was Kennedy as a baby.

"This is my mom," Kennedy whispered. "I don't remember much about her, she was gone a lot, looking for some old fling of my dads." She explained to Scott as he sat on her bed. "The day of the fire she was home because it was her birthday. She was turning 30," Her eyes traces the picture slowly. The two look up, her phone ringing again. "Her name was Sloane Valet when Ben met her, but she was engaged to Peter, and was pregnant." Scott doesn't say anything as he listens to his friend. "She loved my dad, more than anyone probably could, considering he was a major dick." Scott and Kennedy chuckle, Kennedy's smile falling. "I wish I remembered more."

Scott looked up at her phone, watching it ring again. "I'm sorry, Ken. I know it must be hard." The girl doesn't answer as Scott smiles in thought. He stands up, scurrying out of her room. Kennedy didn't bother looking up from the photo as she heard his feet pound down the stairs, and quickly back up. She did turn to see him panting heavily as he held a plate with a donut, strawberries, and a cup of iced coffee.

"Do I want to know how you made that so fast?" She jokes as he hands her the coffee.

"I started making it before you woke up." He confesses. Kennedy laughs, taking a sip of the delicious drink. "Now, no more stupid prison dads, we are going to talk about something normal like, uh, Twilight."

Kennedy laughs, her head falling back. "Well, let me tell you my unconditional love for Jasper,"

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Kennedy stood by a class room, surprised to see Stiles and Scott agressively pulling her along. "Well, good to know I'm not forgotten." She grumbles sarcastically.

"Isaac's back." Stiles tells her bluntly.

"What? How?" She asks, looking behind them to see if he was there.

Stiles shrugs, "Jackson talked to my dad, I don't know." He explains, "And I was researching last night, All right, I only found one thing online called a Kanima. It's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

Scott looks over. "That thing was not a jaguar."

"Though it'd probably be cuter," Kennedy pouts. Now, she kind of wished she was a werecat of somesort.

Stiles ignores her comment, "Yeah, and I'm not exactly a murderer." He points out.

"Yeah, but you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you." Scott points out. "And it's still trying to kill you, and it probably won't stop until you're dead." Kennedy sends him an annoyed look.

Stiles rolls his eyes, "You know, sometimes I really begin to question this friendship." He snaps, looking between the two.

Kennedy huffs loudly, "I say the same thing to myself every day." She says. "Do you guys remember when we were attacked by my dad and I said, and I quote, I am definitely cancelling this friendship! I am so over alphas and werewolves? Yeah, I'm wondering why I didn't follow through with it."

Scott turns around to face both of them, "Because you love me too much," Kennedy rolls her eyes, throwing a pencil at the boy as the three sit down in English. Stiles and Kennedy shove each other as they walk down the isle, Kennedy sitting behind Scott giggling as Stiles sits next to him. Kennedy doesn't seem to notice Jackson walking in, sitting behind Stiles.

"Hey, testicle left and right." Scott and Stiles share annoyed looks. "What the hell is a Kanima?" Kennedy, Stiles, and Scott jump in their, seats, turning to look at Jackson.

Coach Finstock stops them from their conversation. "All right, listen up. A quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult," Finstock chuckles lowly, "I'm not even too sure I could pass it." Kennedy turns her head to Lydia, both of them sending playful looks. "Okay, I need a volunteer at the board to answer the first question. Who's got it, huh? Come on, let's go, buddy." Lydia volunteers, heading up to the board. Kennedy turns, focusing on the boys.

"Paralyzed from the neck down. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" Jackson grumbles, annoyed.

"I'm familiar with the sensation." Stiles mutters, looking over at the girl.

Jackson glares at him, when Scott speaks up, "Wait, why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?"

"Because it's Jackson and a lizard creature. If anyones a snake, its him." Says Kenedy. Jackson rolls his eyes, Kennedy sticking her tongue out at him. "Okay, so now that you've been tested, do they think it's Lydia?" She asks. Stiles looks at Kennedy with a look of bewilderment.

The Whittemore looks at his ex girlfriend,"I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry." He explains.

"Jackson!" The group of four tense up as they look at their teacher. "Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?" He questions. Kennedy snickers as she rests her head in her hands, looking at the Whittemore.

The boy stutters as he tries to think of what to say. "Just an undying admiration for my, my coach." He gives a wide grin, causing Coach to smile.

"That's really kind of you." He hums, causing Jackson to chuckle in reply. "Now shut up!" Kennedy snickers, Coach looking over, "Shut it! Anybody else?"

Scott pulls on Stiles's sleeve as Coach walks away. "How do we know it's not her?" Scott asks. Kennedy leans forward, including herself in the conversation.

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see 50% evil. All right, maybe 60. You know, but no more than 40 on a good day."

Scott tilts his head, "Stiles, that's not a very good argument."

Kennedy huffs, scooting forwards. "Scott, I swear it's not her. It can't be, all right?" She explains, "Lydia's my best friend, and she's fine." As if on cue, Kennedy looks at the board to see Lydia standing their, her body shaking.

Coach looks over, "Lydia?" Kennedy bites her lip, walking over. She felt her chest heavy as she neared her friend, like whatever Lydia was feeling, or seeing, Kennedy could feel it over her head.

"Lydia," Kennedy grabs on to her friend, spinning her around. The Martin's eyes were read as tears continuously rolled down her cheeks, "Lydia, it's me!" As if it was a dream, Lydia snaps out of the horrible moment she was experiencing, with Peter Hale coming after her. "Are you okay?"

The girl looks around in confusion, almost not remembering coming up to the board. "Okay then, anybody else want to try answering? This time in English?" Kennedy and Lydia look over in confusion, something strange written on the board.

Lydia rushes to her seat, while Kennedy walks to hers. "What is that, Greek?" Scott asks Stiles, who had his phone out now.

"No, actually, I think it is English." Stiles mutters, leaning over. He flips the photo in reverse, and Kennedy felt her chest weigh down as she read it.

SOMEONEHELPME

The bell rang, and the three headed to their science class. "Okay, maybe Lydia isn't so fine, but maybe it's not because she's a lizard creature." Kennedy explains, "She remembers Peter attacking her, or at least some parts, she probably just has PTSD, or something."

"Does it matter? Derek thinks its her, meaning he's going to kill her." Stiles mutters as he opens the class room door, letting Kennedy walk in first.

Scott sighs, "Derek is not gonna kill her without proof." He explains to the human friend.

Stiles nods in thought, "All right, so he tests her like he did with Jackson, right? But when and where?" Kennedy looks over at Lydia, who had an empty seat saved for her. When Kennedy looks up, her heart drops when she notices Erica and Isaac walking in.

"I think here and now." Kennedy mutters, running to the spot. Scott quickly takes the spot in the table to Kennedy's side, while Stiles is to Lydias. Allison walks in, sitting next to Scott.

Mr. Harris begins the class, "Einstein once said, Two things are infinite: The universe and human stupidity; And I'm not sure about the universe." He begins, Lydia and Kennedy gossiping quietly. "I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." He pats Stiles's shoulder, causing the Stilinski to bite the inside of his cheek. "So to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one." Lydia and Kennedy snicker as Stiles sighs in annoyance. "Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with-" Harris stops, seeing the insane amount of hands raised. "I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down." Kennedy looks at her paper, avoiding eye contact. "Start with Mr. McCall. All right, next two," Mr. Harris looks around, "Stallard and Lahey," He says. Lydia groans, patting her friends shoulder at their loss of membership.

When groups are picked, Kennedy doesn't move from her spot as Isaac sits next to her. "You know, you're a lot hotter when you're angry," Isaac says cockily. Stiles overhears the conversation, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Kennedy sighs dramatically, tuning her head. "I'm hot all the time." She retorts. Stiles snickers, causing Kennedy to smile wide. Isaac sighs, leaning closer to her face.

"I know, trust me." His hand grazed over her bare knee, Kennedy biting her tongue. "You're the most popular girl in school, with every guy head over heels for you. I've had a crush on you since the 6th grade." Kennedy purses her lips into a line, looking away completely. She looks at her papers, writing an answer she already knew. "You have me, Scott, Jackson, Stiles," Her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes flicker to Stiles, who sits to her side. "You have us all wrapped around your pretty painted fingers." He grabs her hand, looking at the painted pink nails. "And yet, you don't even know it."

Before she could manage a reply, "Switch," Harris calls. She quickly moves from her seat, her and Allison sitting next to one another.

"What did he say to you?" Asks Allison. Kennedy looks back as she sees Stiles and Isaac talking now.

"Nothing of real importance," She mumbles. "Just confessing his love, I guess." Allison raises a confused brow as they continue the lab.

When Harris switches them again, Kennedy sits by a random student when she realizes Isaac was with Lydia. She nervously continues her lab, "Time." Says Harris. "If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal. Now for the part of that last experiment I'm sure you'll all enjoy," Kennedy turns around to look at her friends, "You can eat it." Kennedy looks to her right, seeing Lydia about to place the crystal in her mouth.

"Hey, Lydia!"

The strawberry blond looks at Kennedy, "What?" She asks, a smile on her face. Kennedy licks her lips, unsure what to say.

"Sorry I thought you had something in your hair." She mutters. Lydia nods in understanding, before taking a bite out of a the crystallized treat. Kennedy sighs, but not in relief, in frustration.

Lydia didn't get paralyzed.

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While Stiles, Allison, and Scott went to go make a plan, Kennedy had to meet up with Jackson and Danny in the library. She walked Lydia to the counselors, and then found Jackson at a table.

"Hey, stranger," She beams. Jackson looked up from his notebook, leaning back as she sat to his left. "What cha doing?"

"Waiting for Danny and Matt," The boy answers. Kennedy frowns, shifting in her seat. Jackson sighs, knowing what she's going to ask. "Long story short, I thought I was a werewolf."

Kennedy snorts, covering her mouth. "I'm sorry, what?" She giggles. Jackson sighs, leaning on his hand.

Jackson didn't want to tell Kennedy that he had tried so hard to become what she had became, especially when he knew she didn't love what she is. "It's a long story, but I know I'm not, or, at least, someone's trying to convince me I'm not." Before Kennedy can even ask, Danny and Matt come walking over.

"So who do you know that can get into your house?" Matt asks, taking the spot to Kennedy's left.

Jackson frowns, "What do you mean? Like, break in?" Kennedy leans her head in her hand, confused.

Matt shrugs, "Or someone who has a key." He follows, "Who also knows how to edit out two hours of footage out of a tape and knows how to loop it."

"I can do it." Says Danny. "I write my own software, and I know your mom forgets to lock the kitchen door." He explains.

"I could've done it too, considering it's my camera." Matt follows. "Actually, we could've done it together." Kennedy frowns, confused as Danny nervously laughs. "All right, I gotta go to my next class, but, uh, I'll be back later to help if you guys want it."

Danny nods as Matt stands up, "Definitely." Kennedy and Jackson share a knowing look, before looking at their friend. "What?"

"Got a little crush going on there?" Jackson asks with a smirk.

"No."Jackson hums, causing Danny to roll his eyes. "Shut up. It doesn't matter anyway." He mutters.

Kennedy frowns, "What? Why?" She asks him.

Danny sighs, "Because if you haven't noticed, he's completely obsessed with you, so," Kennedy bites the inside of her cheek. "Whatever." Jackson sends Kennedy a comforting look. "Anyway, this is gonna take a couple of hours."

"So you can't tell me who did the editing?" Jackson asks, quickly feeling irritated.

The boy who wears Armani shrugs, "Is there anyone else you know who can get into your house?"

The brunette girl shrugs. "I can, as I still have a copy of his key," Jackson pauses in thought, remembering who also has a key.

"Actually, I have an idea." He mutters, watching as Lydia and Stiles walk into the library.

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Kennedy and Jackson stand side by side as they look at the text that Stiles had sent to Kennedy, explaining the plan that he, Scott, and Allison came up with. It was simple, really. Allison, Jackson, and Stiles would get Lydia to the McCall house, Kennedy would hold back Isaac and Erica for a bit, before meeting them there as well. From that point, Scott would show up and they'd try to prove Lydia isn't the new Lizard Creature murdering in Beacon Hills.

Kennedy watches as Jackson and Stiles push Lydia out the doors, Allison close behind. It was good timing, as only minutes later Isaac and Erica came storming in. Isaac snickered as he grabbed on to Matt, pulling him out of his chair. "Where is she?" He asked, the Martin girls scent still lingering.

"Who are you talking about?"

Erica scoffs, "Lydia. Where's Lydia?" She asked.

Matt gulps, "She left. With Stiles, Allison, and Jackson." He explains nervously. Kennedy pauses, realizing Matt didn't mention her name.

Isaac and Erica notice this, too. "What about Kenny?" Isaac asks. Before Matt can answer, the two betas here the sound of the doors closing, and they see a glimpse of Kennedy's retreating figure. Growls escape their lips as they both leave Matt behind, chasing after her. Kennedy's eyes glow for a moment as she sprints down the hall, looking for something to distract them. Quick on her feet, she storms into Harris's room, She looks around, picking up the chalk.

It takes the beta's a few moments to find where she had gone, the two storming into the room. They look around, trying to find the brunette. "Where did she go?" Erica asks out loud.

"She was here, I can smell it." Isaac seethes. Before either of them can move, the door swings open, Mr. Harris looking around. The chalk board was covered in things, calling him different names, and even a picture of the male genitalia. The walls had marker all over them, his papers shredded, desks flipped over. It was a complete disaster, thanks to Kennedy. However, Mr. Harris didn't know that.

"What the hell is this!?" Both students pale in realization, but become angry when they realize they had been set up. "Principal's office, now!"

Kennedy, who had snuck out the window, quietly snickers as she scurries off, texting Stiles that they had been safely distracted for a while.

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"If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?" Lydia asks her friends as they pull her inside.

Stiles drags her along, "Meeting us here, I think. I hope."

Allison leans over to the Whittemore, "Thanks." She whispers.

"I needed to talk to her anyway." Jackson sighs, remembering that is must have been Lydia who looped the footage.

Stiles quickly shuts the door behind them, locking everything up. Lydia raises a brow, "Uh, there's been a few break-ins around the neighborhood."

Kennedy comes from the kitchen, "Hey guys."

"Holy-" Stiles jumps, falling into the door. The rest of them look at her confused. "How did you get here?" He asks, putting his hand on his chest.

The girl smiles sheepishly. "I ran." She confesses.

Jackson sighs, "Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute." He says before walking upstairs.

Lydia sighs, annoyed. "Seriously? What is going on with everyone?" She asks aloud, sending Kennedy a bothered look as she follows her ex boyfriend.

Sighing, Kennedy looks at Stiles and Allison. "I don't know how long we have, but considering they're in trouble with Harris, I got us at least an hour."

"Great, let's lock up everything." Stiles explains. The three go from window to window, locking every single one.

Fourty-five minutes pass, and the three are gathered by the front door. "Maybe I can sneak outside, take them all while you guys run for it?" Kennedy asks, shrugging.

Stiles rolls his eyes. "We aren't doing that." He explains.

Kennedy looks up. "Why not?"

"Because there's four of them and one of you." Stiles snaps. Kennedy narrows her eyes, standing up. "They'd kill you."

"Stiles, Derek is practically the reason any of this happened, and if he had just accepted that I was supposed to be alpha, none of this would have happened!" Kennedy stops, realizing what she said.

Allison looks at her friend. "What do you mean you were supposed to be the alpha?" She asks. Stiles's brown eyes bore into Kennedy. Her long brown hair had spread over her shoulders, and her dress was slightly wrinkled from sitting on the stairs.

The former Stallard looks down, licking her lips. She looks back up. "Scott and I think that when Peter was dying, he wanted me to kill him so I could be alpha." She explains, her face emotionless. "Then, Derek pulled me away, and killed him." Stiles bites his lip, looking around the room in disbelief.

"Scott knew about this?" He asks. Kennedy nods, looking down. "And neither of you told me!?" He shouts, angry. Stiles wasn't just angry, he was furious. Kennedy never hid things from him, and now she's hiding the fact she was supposed to be the leader of this stupid pack? And Scott knew the whole time?

"We don't have all the answers, Stiles! We don't know why he wanted it to be me! All we know is that Derek hates me for it and my dad is freaking dead! " Allison clenches her jaw, nervous. "I'm a freaking werewolf that's entire life has been a lie, and I am dealing with my werewolf best friend, his girlfriends werewolf hunter family, my best friend who may or may not be a serial killing lizard, and my werewolf alpha cousin and his pack! I'm sorry I didn't have the time to tell you my dad has expectations for me!"

Stiles rolls his eyes, "Why can't you just be honest? We're all scared, Kennedy!"

"Because I need to keep you from getting killed! I can't risk losing you, too!" The room falls silent as the words escape Kennedy's lips. Her mouth hangs open for just a moment, realization crossing her features. Stiles clears his throat, looking away in thought.

Allison nervously looks out the window. "Guys, they're here." The two friends both walk back towards the door, peaking through the curtains to see Derek and his pack. "Stiles, phone."

The Argent talks to her boyfriend while Kennedy looks at the pack outside. Erica had a menacing look, and Kennedy felt guilt. She hadn't talked to Erica since the ice rink, and she was almost saddened by the fact their friendship had came to an end. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to risk losing her closest friends because of a group of Betas.

Stiles looks over at Allison as she gets off the phone. "He's on his way." Allison says. They all nod, feeling received. Kennedy sighs as she looks around, anxiety quickly rushing in her chest. She turns away from her friends to ensure they wont see her eyes glow, and she thinks about the panic attack she had the last full moon, if this was like that again.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asks the Argent.

Allison shakes her head, "I think, I think I have to call my dad." She confesses.

"No, but if he finds you here, you and Scott-"

"I know." Allison interjects. Kennedy leans against the doorframe, her head pounding. "But what are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia." The idea of Lydia dying cause Kennedy's entire body to hurt. She groaned quietly, but it seemed neither of the humans heard.

Stiles looked back out the window. "I got an idea. Just shoot one of 'em."

Allison's jaw drops. "Are you serious?"

"We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let's do it." Stiles says. Kennedy sighs, her eyes turning back to blue as she looks back at her friends. "Or at least give it a shot, right?" Allison gives an unsure nod, giving an okay. "Look, they don't think we're gonna fight, so if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they'll take off. So just shoot one of 'em."

Kennedy shrugs, "I don't know, they might not-"

"Which one?" Allison asks, dismissing Kennedy's comment.

Stiles shrugs, "Uh, Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head."

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can." Allison points out.

"She's right, he's an alpha he's harder to hit." Kennedy explains.

Stiles purses his lips, "Okay, uh, just shoot one of the other three then." He says. Kennedy closed her eyes tightly, when she opened them again, though, they were gold. Stiles's mouth gapes open, shocked.

"You mean two." Allison asks. She looks back at Kennedy, all of them realizing Kennedy was losing control, and fast.

"No, I mean three." The human mutters. He looks out the window, seeing Erica, Derek, and Boyd. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

Kennedy walks towards the kitchen, looking at the back door. Her gold eyes widen when she realizes it was wide open, lock picked. The sound of Allison falling to the ground, Stiles soon after, causes her to growl. She spins around, claws ejecting from her finger tips as she storms into the room. Allison slowly sits up, "Allison, go get Lydia." The Argent's eyes are wide as she sees the evil look on her friends face. "Go." Allison doesn't argue as she sneaks past Kennedy, who storms to Isaac.

The Lahey stands over Stiles, seething through his teeth. Suddenly, he is ripped away, thrown across the house. Stiles breathes heavily as Kennedy stands over him. "Like I said, I need to keep you from getting killed." She grabs his hand, pulling him to his feet. "So, option A, I let you get eaten, or option B, I look totally hot while kicking Isaac's ass in a dress and we can pretend we aren't looking at each other's lips right now."

Stiles opens and closes his mouth a few times, shocked by her boldness. "I like option B," He utters. Kennedy gives a wild smirk, her eyes glowing again as she spins around, jumping at Isaac. Stiles watches in amazement as the girl of his dreams takes on the beta werewolf on her own. Scott comes running in, letting out a loud roar as Isaac kicks Kennedy to the ground. The pair of friends single handedly take down Isaac, rendering him unconscious.

Kennedy looks up, adjusting her hair. "Next time, you're the distraction," She says to Scott.

Scott chuckles at his friend, the original trio feeling quite happy. "Hey! Up here!" They look up to see Allison at the top of the stairs. "Can someone get the trash out of here?" Kennedy hops up the stairs, not surprised to see a paralyzed Erica.

Kneeling down, Kennedy adjusts Erica's hair. "I'm going to tell you this, as a friend, and as the most popular girl in Beacon Hills," She leans closer, "You think you're so tough, and that you're so brave, but let's face it." Kennedy's fingers twirl Erica's hair. "You're even more pathetic than when you were human." Erica says nothing, as she's paralyzed, when Kennedy picks up her arm, dragging her down the stairs.

Outside, Derek is smirking as he believes Erica and Isaac are getting what needed to be done. However, that smirk soon falls when the door opens, and Scott throws out Isaac's unconscious body, and Kennedy throws out Erica's paralyzed one. He unpleasantly watches as Scott McCall walks out of his home, followed by Allison Argent and Stiles Stilinski. Derek feels his heart shatter as he watches his little cousin appear next to Scott, and it was then he knew what side she had chosen, and there was no longer any hope for her to change her mind.

"I think I'm finally getting why you both keep refusing me." Derek starts. Scott and Kennedy share confused looks, not sure what he meant. "You're not omegas, you're already Alphas of your own pack." A wicked smile traces his lips, "But you know you can't beat me."

Scott shrugs, "We can hold you off until the cops get here." He says. The sound of sirens feels everybody's ears.

Derek purses his lips, knowing that could be the case with Kennedy on his side. The sound of hissing from above the teens catches everyone off guard. Everyone rushes to the yard, shocked to see the Kanima, right on Scott's roof. Allison is pulled closer to Scott, the Kanima looking at them all. Kennedy's jaw drops as the Kanima roars at them, scurrying off. "Get them out of here." Derek orders Boyd. The sound of footsteps causes everyone to look at the door, Lydia Martin walking out, in all of her strawberry blond glory.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" She asks, clearly stressed, scared, and annoyed.

Scott's eyes widen. "It's Jackson." He whispers.

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Kennedy stands in her room, Scott and Stiles on her bed. "I love stalking a serial killing Lizard as much as the next girl, but the fact that it's my ex boyfriend, really bothers me." She mutters, crossing her arms.

"Well, we have to go find him, now!" Scott says. He moves to stand up, but Stiles pulls him down.

"No, we need to have a best friend conversation, and it's very important." Stiles begins. Kennedy rolls her eyes, annoyed. "You both lied to me."

Scott frowns. "About what?" He asks, confused.

Kennedy sighs, "We didn't tell him about Peter." She explains. Scott's eyes widen in realization, looking at Stiles.

"Dude, it wasn't like that," Scott begins, "I wanted to find out more, see if it was actually something before I told you."

Stiles scoffs, "Of course that's something, Scott. Anything related to Kennedy is something!" Blush creeps up Kennedy's cheeks, but she quickly hides her face with her hair. "I don't want any more lies, not between us three." Stiles's brown eyes study Kennedy, and Kennedy could hear his heart race. "Which is why I'm going to tell you something me and Ken have been hiding from you since this began."

The brunette snaps her head up, "Stiles, no-"

"It's time he knows, Ken, and you know that!" Stiles snaps, causing Kennedy to lean back on her dresser.

Scott looks between the two of them, confused. "What? What do you mean?" He was worried, now. Kennedy clearly didn't want him to know, and they have been hiding this secret since the beginning of the school year.

Stiles clasps his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. "In seventh grade gym class, Ken and I had came up with this idea that if she turned 16, and both of us were still virgins, we'd-" Stiles nods his head side to side, looking away from Scott. "And, the night you and I went into the woods, and Ben and my dad caught me, they sent me to Kennedy's house because it was closer." Kennedy uncrosses her arms, gripping the dresser nervously. "And, um, obviously Ken was 16, and one thing led to another-"

Then, catching everyone in the room off guard, Scott shoves Stiles off the bed. "You're kidding, right?" Scott looks at the girl, "He's joking?" Kennedy purses her lips, unsure what to say. "How could you do that? Especially when-"

"You liked her at the time, I know," Stiles groans as he stands up. "It was a stupid decision, and I regret not telling you sooner, but with all of this crazy stuff going on, we didn't have the chance." Kennedy sighs as she stands straight, walking to Scott.

"I never meant to hurt you, I had no idea that you felt that way until later." She explains, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Scott sighs, "No more secrets. Not anymore." The three all agree to their new terms, sharing a quick group hug. "Alright, Ken, change into something easier to stalk Lizard people in, and lets find Jackson." Kennedy watches as Scott and Stiles leave her room, and she sighs.

"I've never liked reptiles."