Chapter 3. Totally Jealous

"This is weird," I mumbled out awkwardly. Sometimes dating your brother's best friend was cool, ya know. Like I didn't have to worry about Scott trying to scare my boyfriend off, or my boyfriend had already passed the whole awkward parent introduction conversation. One of the few times that it's bad though, is when you get drug along to a party with the both of them. Stiles obviously wanted to bring me along, and he wanted to have a night out with Scott as well. It's just a weird situation in my opinion.

Stiles sighed, "Kasey it's not weird."

"Yeah it totally is weird. I don't know this girl, and I'm going to her party. It's pretty freaking weird," I stated as I glanced at Scott for some back-up. He was too busy focusing on the sidewalk before him though, he's not even paying attention to Stiles or myself.

And well, with me being the loving and caring sister I am, I smacked the back of his head to get his attention. He snapped his head to the side to face me in confusion, "What?"

"What do you mean what?" I asked him.

He rose an eyebrow, "What... what?"

"Oh god, you are sulking, Scott. The look you were giving the sidewalk was just... depressing." I said with an over dramatic sigh.

My brother glanced at his best friend for help, "What look?"

"The distinct look that said that last thing you want to be doing right now is going to a party," Stiles explained.

Scott shrugged, "It's not that... it just feels a little weird going to another high school's party."

I grinned as I turned to face Stiles, "See! I'm not the only one who think's it's weird!"

"It's not weird! Come on, just one drink. I went to nursery school with this girl, and she promised to introduce you to some of her friends. No Allison. Just time to move on," Stiles added as he grabbed on to my brother's arm desperately.

My brother nodded, "You're right."

"Actually--"

"You're right, I'm right. You're moving on, onward and upward." Stiles cut me off, his voice dripping with excitement. For some reason, it has always been a goal of his to hook Scott up with someone. I'm not quite sure why, but hey-- everyone has their priorities. Anyway, I was going to tell Scott that Allison still does have feelings for him, but maybe that wasn't the best idea. I don't know.

"Let's do this," Stiles said quickly as he grabbed my hand and nearly skipped to the front door. I rolled my eyes as Scott chuckled and followed behind us, he was such a weirdo.

As we walked up the steps, my phone started to buzz with a text from someone. I released Stiles hand to grab it out of my pocket, and by that time the front door was open. I pushed the thought of the text from my mind, and walked into the house-- only to find some blonde haired girl pressing her lips to Stiles'. I dropped my phone to the floor as I just stood there in complete and total shock.

"What the hell?" I managed to gasp out. Stiles then quickly sprung away from the girl, who was looking at me hatefully. Oh this bitch. Who the hell is this? Did he kiss her? How the hell did this happen in the whole three seconds that I glanced down at my freaking phone?

Stiles' eyes were wide as he glanced between the girl, myself, and Scott-- my brother seemed to be in just as much shock as I was. "Um-- uh, Heather-- this is, my-- my girlfriend, Kasey... Kasey this-- this is Heather," Stiles stammered as he took a step closer to me reaching for my hand, but I jerked it away and took a step towards Heather.

"Please enlighten me on what the hell I just missed." I stated as I crossed my arms over my chest. Heather seemed to recoil when she realized just how pissed off I was, did she honestly think that I wouldn't be pissed? I mean, hello-- she just kissed my boyfriend.

She blinked rapidly as she glanced at Stiles, "I--I just... we just were--um, this is a total misunderstanding."

I rose an eyebrow, "Is it now?"

"It's my birthday, and I--I just got excited... I'm sorry, I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I swear, it was all totally harmless." She stammered nervously.

"Harmless? Really? I don't think that--" Scott had clamped a hand over my mouth and tugged me away from Heather, Stiles, and her friend that had followed her over to where she was standing. I struggled around in his grip as I tried to get back to Heather so I could tell her off for acting like a total slut, but Scott was a hell of a lot stronger than I was.

He finally set me down when we got into the dining room, "Kase, you need to chill out."

"Chill out?!" I shrieked, how is he telling me to calm down? He is such a freaking hypocrite! "This coming from the guy who nearly killed Jackson because he had been near Allison while he was naked. I don't want to hear it! I literally just caught that slut-bag kissing him." I snapped in annoyance.

He nodded slowly, "I know. But, you don't really want to cause an argument do you? Stiles will handle it,"

I let out a bitter laugh, "He could barely get a coherent sentence out a second ago, Scott. He won't be handling anything."

"Trust me, when it comes to you-- he handles things. Just sit down, and chill out for a few minutes, alright?" He assured me as he led me over to a chair. I let out a sigh as I plopped down in the chair and crossed my arms over my chest again.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked in annoyance, Scott just ignored me and walked over to the doorway to watch for Stiles. Ugh.

What a bitch, honestly. Who just goes up and kisses someone they haven't seen for years the second they walk through the door? I swear. This is probably the worst bit of jealousy I've ever felt, and I hate it. I freaking hate being jealous. Stiles has told me on countless occasions that he loves me. So why am I getting all bent out of shape from one little measly kiss that probably sucked in comparison to every single kiss we've shared? Ugh, hormones are dumb.

You see why I would rather deal with supernatural drama?

Scott's phone beeped and it made my stomach twist, just thinking about the reason why I missed what the hell happened because I glanced at my phone makes me sick. Who even texted me anyway? I fished my phone out of my pocket and checked to see that it had been Allison, and judging by how quickly Scott just bolted out of the room-- I'm assuming she has just texted him.

And now I'm alone. Awesome.

This is dumb. Part of me regrets even coming to the party tonight, but then again-- I'm kind of glad I did, because I feel like if Heather had kissed Stiles and I wasn't here, he wouldn't have told me about it. He thinks it would be protecting me or whatever. I call BS on that, because honestly-- if he wanted to protect me, he wouldn't keep me in the dark about things. Just my opinion.

I really want to punch Heather right now. I've never actually hit someone in my life, but she seems like the perfect first candidate. I hate feeling like this. Stiles is the only person I've ever felt jealous about, and it bugs the crap out of me that he is able to just completely shift my mood like this without even trying. It's stupid. Love is so stupid.

"Oh, there you are."

I glanced up from the table to see my boyfriend walking into the room with a half smile on his face, that freaking half smile. Ugh. He is really making it impossible to be angry with him right now. Stupid, stupid feelings.

"Here I am," I mumbled sarcastically.

Stiles sighed and bit down on his lip, "I'm sorry about that... I told her about... well about my feelings for you, and she backed off."

"As she should," I remarked as I avoided eye contact, I know the second that I look up to meet those beautiful hazel depths I'm done for. And I need to stand my ground on this one. He should have at least screamed at her or something. Instead he just stood there and let her kiss him. Stupid.

"Would it make you feel any better if I told you that your kisses are a million times better?" He asked hopefully.

My eyes snapped up to meet his, "So you kissed her back?!"

"No no! I just stood there like a freaking idiot, alright? I didn't know what to do, I was caught off guard, Kasey. I'm sorry that I didn't flip out and hit her, like, what the hell do you want me to do? It literally happened in like two seconds, my brain doesn't work that fast-- if it did, then it wouldn't have taken me six years to tell you that I'm in love with you." He retorted as she shoved his hands into his pockets.

I sighed as I shook my head from side to side, "I really don't want to talk about it anymore."

"It's okay to be jealous, Kase." He said quietly.

I groaned in annoyance, "Does it matter if I was jealous? Jesus."

"No, I guess it doesn't. But... I just want you to tell me that you understand whatever that was, it didn't mean anything. At all." He stated as he walked towards me, getting down on his knees in front of me and folding his arms over one another on my thighs as he gazed up on me.

My eyes drifted to his face and I sighed in defeat, "I just... you know I have issues with people leaving me, I didn't want you to leave me is all. I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. I'm freaking thrilled that you acted like this, hell-- I would have loved it even more if you screamed at her." He said quickly.

I rose an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because it show's you care," He said stupidly.

"What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm in love with you? I swear, it's like you refuse to believe that I am capable of having feelings for you. It's annoying." I retorted.

He shrugged, "I'm still getting used to the fact that the girl of my dreams actually wants to be with me, my bad."

"Are you sure Heather isn't the girl of your dreams?" I chuckled as I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair, this freaking hair is going to be the death of me.

He scoffed, "Please. She doesn't even compete with you, Kase."

"Aw, don't get too soft on me, Stilinski." I chuckled as he brought his lips to mine softly, I smiled into the familar embrace and I couldn't help but feel relief wash over me. As I stated before, it's stupid how easily he is able to change my mood.

"So are we good now?" He asked breathlessly.

I nodded, "Yeah, we're good."

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"I don't see anything," Derek muttered in annoyance, he had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed. At least he was wearing a red shirt instead of his usual black attire, I'd like to think that maybe I had influenced his recent change in wardrobe... Anyway, I am currently in a empty classroom with Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison, and Sour Wolf himself. Apparently some random girl had grabbed Allison and Lydia the other day at school and left like some kind of oddly shaped bruise thing. I don't know, it doesn't make a bit of sense to me.

My brother sighed, "Look again."

"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek dead-panned as he glanced at my brother, he clearly didn't want to be around Allison or Lydia...

Scott's eyes widened, "It's the same on both sides, that has to mean something."

"It means nothing." Derek stated.

Lydia smiled, "Paradolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there."

I could see the irritation in Derek about to bust through the surface, he clearly was still holding a grudge against the two girls in front of him. Stiles and I were currently occupying an empty desk off to the side, we have had our fair share of disagreements with Derek, so I am certainly glad I'm not involved in this one.

"They're just trying to help," Scott said in a harsh whisper.

Derek looked at my brother as if he were the biggest idiot on the face of the planet, "These two? This one--" he pointed at Lydia, who was twirling a piece of her strawberry blond hair between her fingers, "who used me to resurrect my psychotic dead uncle, thank you. And then this one," he nodded in Allison's direction, "who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack."

"Alright, okay, come on. Alright, I mean nobody died... sure there may have been some maiming, maybe some mangling... but hey, no death." I stated as I glanced at Allison and Lydia.

Stiles nodded, "And that is what I call an important distinction."

Derek gave my boyfriend and I the look, the look that meant he was so not in the mood for out two-way sarcastic remark party. Oh, the good times the three of us have had together in the past are starting to bring tears of joy to my eyes.

"My mother died," Allison said quietly.

Derek narrowed his eyes at her, "Your family's little honor code killed your mother, not me."

"That girl was looking for Scott, I'm here to help him, not you." She sassed back, and she even added a little head bob into the mix. Haha, oh this is better than Bad Girls Club.

"You wanna help? Find something real," Derek muttered before he turned on his heel and made his way to the door. For some reason Scott scurried after him and pleaded with him to stay.

I was going to listen to their conversation, but instead Stiles decided to start playing with the small tear in my jeans-- tugging on the white thread. I swatted his hand away and he shot me a look, "Shhh." He hissed.

"Oh my god, you are pathetic." I mumbled.

When I looked back over to where Derek and Scott had been having a hushed conversation, little Sour Wolf was gone. Aw damn.

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This year, I didn't have Intro to Business with Stiles and Scott. Instead, I had an extra study hall and it happened to be with Allison and Lydia. And today, we were in the library doing whatever it was we were supposed to be using our study hall for.

Allison was drawing something in her notebook, Lydia was checking out the two new twins, and I was sitting in my seat trying to read the City of Bones book, but I just couldn't seem to focus. Some weird type of pain was starting to take place in the back of my skull-- and it was getting a bit uncomfortable. I don't know what could possibly be happening to cause the pain, though.

"I want one," Lydia mused as she watched the two twins like a freaking hawk. This girl was always on the prowl, I swear.

I sighed, "And which one would that be?"

"The straight one, obviously." She remarked as she took a sip of her coffee, I glanced back at the twins and sure enough one of them was giving Danny a look, like a look look. Huh, who would have thought. I swear, Danny get's more ass than I do.

Lydia then set her coffee cup down and stood from the table, making her way over to the boy she had decided was her's. I rolled my eyes as Allison grabbed the coffee cup and studied the picture on it, "What if it's not like a symbol... what if it's a logo?"

"What do you mean? For like a business here? In Beacon Hills?" I asked her.

She shrugged and started typing on her laptop, "It could be... I mean that would make sense."

My phone buzzed on the table, and I glanced at the screen to see it was a text from Stiles. Once I had the device unlocked, I navigated to my messages and quickly tapped the screen to read what it had said.

Heather is missing. No one knows where she is. Could be possible alpha attack. Meet at my jeep. ASAP. <3

"I gotta go Allison, let me know how the search goes." I said as I grabbed my bag and headed out of the library.

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