chapter ten
❝ i think i'm lost again ❞
co-captain

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Scott stands in the locker room, shaking his deodorant when the lights go out. "Danny?" He calls out. He walks towards the lights, attempting to switch them on. He frowns, looking around when a ball rolls through the room. Scott frowns, walking towards the showers. There, stands Derek. Scott scoffs, "Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?"

"Scott," The McCall turns around, shocked to see Kennedy standing next to Peter Hale.

Peter holds a Lacrosse stick, humming to himself. "I really don't get Lacrosse." He says shortly.

Scott's face falls. "It was you," He looks at Kennedy, attempting to step closer.

"Ah," Peter tisks, pulling Kennedy a bit back. "When I was in high school, we played basketball. There's a real sport." Scott looks at Derek with a crazy look. "Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse comes from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right?" Kennedy looks at Scott, who sends her a what the hell is going on? look. She shrugs, not so sure herself. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it."

"I'm not helping you kill people." Scott sneered, glaring him down.

Peter shrugs, "Well, I don't want to kill all of them." He explains. "Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include," Peter pauses, not sure what the name was. He looks over at Derek, raising a brow.

"Allison."

Scott looks at Derek, "You're on his side?" Derek says nothing. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"

Derek tilts his head. "It was a mistake. It happens." Kennedy's eyes are wide, realizing just how clueless she is.

"Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression of us." Peter explains, stepping closer. "We really just want to help you reach your full potential."

"By killing my friends."

Peter chuckles, "By bringing Kennedy to her full potential." He says, looking over at the girl behind him. Scott frowns, just as confused as she is. "Sometimes the people closest to you, can be the ones holding you back the most."

Kennedy shrugs, "If they're holding him back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I think we're okay with that." Kennedy hisses, narrowing her eyes.

Peter looks at Scott, "Maybe you could try and see things from my perspective." He says, before digging his claws into the back of Scotts neck.

Kennedy squeals, "What is he doing!?" She shouts, watching Peter carelessly take his hands out, and stepping back. Kennedy gasps as she grabs Scott, holding his arm as he seizes on the floor. "What's happening to him!?" She screams, looking at Peter.

The Hale looks down at her. "Remember, Kennedy," He murmurs, his voice low. Kennedy throws her arms in the air, standing up as she looks at him.

"What the hell are you talking about!? Remember what?" She asks, glaring at him.

"REMEMBER ME!"

Kennedy gasps, her brown eyes widening as Peter grabs her by her throat, shoving her into the bathroom wall. Kennedy swallows the lump in her throat, and suddenly she has the surging feeling of strength. Letting out a shout, Kennedy throws a fist in Peters direction, his head snapping to the side. She falls to the ground, landing on her hands and knees as she looks up, screaming as she runs at him. Derek stands straight as he watches Kennedy attack Peter, fighting him in ways she had never been able to fight before. Peter dodges punches, smirking as he realizes his plan is working, and he had triggered something, whatever it is, in Kennedy. He finally grabs her again, his eyes glowing red as Kennedy whimpers. Without a second look, Peter throws the girl to the ground, letting her land to her friends side.

The two teens lay on the ground, Scott finally snapping out of his daze. He looks down at Kennedy, "Ken, hey," She groans in pain as Scott pulls her up. "How did you do that?"

The brunette pants, looking in the direction where she had attacked Peter. She looked the scene up and down. "I don't know." She says finally.

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"Allison," Lydia sighs, following her two friends through the woods. "When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping," Lydia pants, "A five mile hike in the woods was not what I was expecting."

Allison huffs, "Before I forget, I wanted to ask if you're okay with something." Lydia looks over at Kennedy, who shrugs. "Jackson asked me to the winter formal."

Lydia looks up, "Did he?"

Allison chuckles. "Just as friends. But I just wanted to make sure you're okay with it first." Kennedy looks at Allison, hearing the venom in her voice.

"Sure. As long as it's just friends."Lydia retorts.

"Well, yeah, I mean," Allison laughs under her breath. "It's not like I would take him to the coach's office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything."

Kennedy's eyes widen, "Uh, about that," Lydia mutters, following after the Argent. Kennedy sighs, not sure what she was expecting.

The brunette catches up with the other two quickly, Allison screwing on some type of top to her arrow. "What does that do?" Lydia asks.

Allison stands up. "We're about to find out."

Allison prepares her arrow, quickly shooting it through the air. When the arrow hits the tree, it practically explodes, causing the three to jump. "What the hell was that?" Kennedy asks, looking at the arrow.

"I don't know."

Lydia clasps her hands together, "Well, that was fun!" She hissed. "Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?"

Allison looks to their left, and then around. "Hold this." She says to Kennedy.

"What? Why me?" Kennedy asks, confused.

"Because I thought I heard something."

Lydia shrugs, watching Allison take off her glove. "So, what if you heard something?" She asks.

"So, I want to find out what that something is." Allison explains. "Don't worry. It's probably nothing."

Allison begins to walk away. "Well, what if that nothing is something and that something is something dangerous?" Lydia asks.

The Argent stops for a moment, "Shoot it." The two looks at each other with wide eyes, Lydia letting out a small whimper of fear.

Kennedy sighs, "This is all your fault, you know." Lydia looks over, "She's mad at me because you're in closets making out with her ex boyfriend!" She hisses, throwing her hand in the air. Lydia rolls her eyes, looking around the woods.

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Kennedy walks through the halls of Beacon Hills High, remembering the text she received from Jackson. She walks into the locker room, "Jackson?" She calls out, stepping through the room.

"Sorry, he left." Kennedy jumps, spinning on her heel to see Kate Argent.

"Oh, hi Kate," She breathes, "I didn't know you were here."

The Argent hums as she walks further into the room, "Well, I was just grabbing something for Allison when I saw you walk into the locker room." Kennedy looks around, nodding in understanding. "So, why were you meeting with Jackson?" She asks, raising a brow.

"Oh, I don't know. I think he wanted to talk about something related to Allison and the Winter Formal." Kennedy shrugs. Kate purses her lips, "I'm sorry, but I should really get going,"

When Kennedy tries to walk by, Kate's hand wraps around her wrist. "Keep an eye on yourself, Kenny." Kate says lowly. Kennedy frowns, pulling away from Kate and rushing down the hall.