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chapter seventy-three ❝ beauty is a knife i've been holding by the blade ❞ codominance
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Kennedy held the light over the Jeep as Stiles fixed whatever went wrong this time. She hadn't talked much, though neither of them had. Their fight had still forced a wall between them that the two of them were unsure what to do with. The truth was out, Kennedy's eyes were in fact meant to be blue, True Alpha or not. So far, nobody really saw her any differently, except herself. Not even Scott. Though they hadn't talked about it, she could tell that he didn't hold her to blame for most of it, except maybe the bartender.
Malia didn't care. Though Kennedy didn't expect her to. Kennedy called Derek and told him all about what happened, tears and screaming included. Perhaps that's what always shocked her the most about her and Derek, was the way he comforted her at all times. He always seemed so...not comforting. Stiles clearly never really cared, considering he loved her enough to keep it a secret. But Kennedy wasn't mad he did that. She was mad at how he said it. How the truth explosively came out.
"Can you hold it closer?" Stiles's voice echoed in Kennedy's head.
"No."
Stiles rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose. "Ken, can you please hold the light closer so I can see it better?"
"Stiles, can you please not act like we're okay when I'm going to smack you with this light?" Kennedy mocked, sending him a sarcastic smile. Stiles gawked at his girlfriend, blinking repeatedly.
"I'm not acting like everything okay! In fact, I'm acting like everythings not okay because everythings not okay."
Kennedy shrugged, "Well, Scott's okay. I'm okay."
Stiles scoffed. "You are not okay," He mumbled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kennedy frowned as she placed a hand on her hip in dismay.
"It means that you're not okay! Ken, I'm not the one ignoring the problem." Stiles confessed. Kennedy narrowed her eyes. Was he correct? Definitely. After all, Kennedy blocked out any and all killing she had done, she ignored Stiles other than when they were with Scott, and she even went as far as to take most of her stuff out of his house during the school days. Her college classes were online.
The Hale girl exhaled through her nose loudly, poking her cheek with her tongue as she looked back at the McCall house. Scott came through the back door, sending Kennedy a sheepish nod. "What did Liam want?" She asked him with a softer voice. Liam had came by, giving a quick and awkward hello to Kennedy and Stiles. As he walked by the couple he had smelled the tension, and it wasn't the good kind.
"To help." Scott told her as he looked towards the Jeep.
"Are you gonna let him?" She questioned, moving the light downwards so Stiles could see better.
