happy birthday to MEEEE<3 i love you all so much, thank you for the birthday wishes i'm overwhelmed with love it's so heartwarming. thank you thank you thank you. because it's my birthday YOU CANT GET MAD @ ME FOR THIS CHAPTER<3
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chapter forty-seven ❝ i don't ever want to lose my best friend i scream out, god you vulture bring her back or take me with her ❞ insatiable ; part two
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Kennedy and Stiles sat next to each other. They were in Scott's room, waiting for Melissa. It was an uncomfortable silence, considering the last time they spoke they broke up, and then he was suddenly possessed and trying to kill her. Kennedy fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt, unsure what to say, if anything at all.
"Did you kiss him?"
Kennedy looked up at Stiles, the two of them sitting side by side. "What?"
The Stilinski leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. "Did you kiss Isaac?" He asked bluntly. The boy turned his head to look at Kennedy. "I remember things. I remember what I, what he said." Kennedy looked down at the wooden floor in guilt. "Was it true?" He was afraid to know the answer, but the possibility of her with someone else was killing him. Stiles wasnt stupid. He knew how Isaac felt. How could he not? Isaac had been in love with Kennedy longer than even Scott. It was impossible to deny that. Kennedy hadn't ever seemed to reciprocate, but after everything Stiles did, maybe things changed.
"Yes." Kennedy blurted. "But just once." She paused, looking over. "And the time at the rave."
Stiles looked at her in confusion. "You kissed him at the rave?" Kennedy stated silent. "And you kissed him-" His voice shuddered as he ran his hand over his face. "Do you like him?"
Kennedy shook her head. "Stiles, no,"
"You wouldn't kiss him if you didn't like him." Stiles stated, standing up abruptly. He was mad, Kennedy could sense it. Not only mad, jealous.
The Hale girl stood up, "I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure you're the one that broke up with me, Stiles. In fact, I'm pretty sure you broke up with me after we had sex." She pointed her finger at him. Downstairs, Scott could hear the argument, catching his attention.
"Because I thought you were in danger! Not because I wanted you to make out with him." Stiles shouted.
"Are you kidding me!?" Kennedy scoffed, running her hand through her hair. "It was a kiss! I've kissed half the guys in this house and you've never complained! Hell, I kissed Lydia!"
