Knives and Pens {Kayla}

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles looked around the club with a rather disparaging look on his face. He had no idea why he was even there. It was insane because he wasn’t a partier; not really, if he were his dad would probably kill him and then bring him back to ground him until the end of time. Okay, maybe not that extreme, but the grounding to the end of time sounded like it was right up his alley. He had heard of what happened to kids who drank too much first hand from his dad, and he by no means wanted to be like that. The fact that he’d managed to get into the club without being carded or anything was testament to how relatively mature he could look when he wanted. So long as he didn’t open his mouth, apparently. He did look pretty old if he did say so himself. Not like, grey haired and wrinkly, but college age.

He wasn’t really that far from college, but sometimes it definitely seemed it. But either way, he had gotten in, and that was a miracle in and of itself. Stiles had chosen to wear a pair of worn jeans that settled low on his hips, and a band t-shirt that wasn’t really loose but wasn’t so tight that he wasn’t able to breathe without tearing it either. Pair that with a pair of dark sneakers and you had one relatively mature looking guy. He ran a hand over his short hair and looked around in uncertainty. Now that his friends had dragged him there, they’d left him, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. It was easy to tell by his expression that he’d never been to something like this before, though even that didn’t seem to tip off the bartenders, but then again, he wasn’t drinking anything stronger than some soda, so they must figure he’s alright.

Now that he’d learned what it was like to break the law, he was kinda bored actually, and was seriously debating the benefits of skipping out and going to find some late night restaurant and stuffing his face before collapsing on his bed to watch some movies on his laptop. But then he figured he might as well make the most of this. Maybe he could get some girl to think he wasn’t actually a sixteen year old loser with a beat up old Jeep. Yeah, that’s what he’d do. Except…every time he went to talk to one of them, they clearly didn’t want anything to do with him, so he really just ended up back at his spot, looking quite a bit like a lost puppy, whipped and really looking for something to do. Someone to talk to. His friends had basically ditched them, he assumed they were all making out or even more in some darkened corner.

While he was left all alone, like always. Stiles shrugged a shoulder and gazed down into his glass, drinking his soda slowly before ordering another and beginning the process anew. Well, might as well enjoy the kinda flat soda they offered for a rather high price before he headed home.

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: Knives and Pens - Black Veil Brides
WORDS :: 527
TAGS :: Kayla;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

Another night, another bar. Not that Kayla Summers really cared, this was starting to become a regular thing for her every night and it never bothered her. To be honest, it made her feel like she had never left college, never grown up. Er, well, maybe not grow up so much just...out in the world. Sometimes she loved it but most of the time, she loathed it and while she had friends, they weren't the same as the people who worshiped the ground she had walked on back in school of any sorts. And because of this, it made Kayla's life deeply boring. Plus, half of the time, every other person in Beacon Hills felt like a threat to her very well being for they were either a hunter or some werewolf brute. Not that she couldn't take care of herself, being an shapeshifter gave her lots of power, in fact, they were related to werewolves but unlike having to control themselves, shapeshifters just usually tend to already know how.

Still, at this moment at time, Kayla supposed that werewolves and hunters were the last things that she should have on her mind. She was here, after all, to have fun and fun would be exactly what she would do. Not to mention, the young woman found herself beginning to believe that some new company is very much needed. Her friends were doing nothing but cackling like a bunch of crows. Clearly, they hit the drinks far too fast on empty stomachs. That and they were trying to impress a few less than desirable looking men, if one were to ask Kayla at least. But that wouldn't seem to be the case and there was nothing that Kayla didn't loathe more than not being the center of attention.

As the men nodded at their table, the courses of giggles merely caused Kayla to roll her eyes. Hardly amused at all as her gaze took the rest of the tables and then the bar. Surely, there must be someone of interest, but then again, she supposed that was everyone's idea of coming to a popular club. However, maybe this is how future cougars felt about their future boyfriends, they just simply haven't been born yet. Or in Kayla's case, her entertainment just hadn't walked through the door. Grey eyes quickly snapped to the entrance now, feeling very much like a stalker but the young woman hardly seemed to care as she tuned out her friends.

Then, just like that, he walked through the door. The young woman had been leaning her head on her hand, but just then, she actually held it up without any support. Grey eyes fell on a boy, yes a boy who probably out in there with a fake ID, and he did not look like he truly wished to be there at all. Kayla watched as the group he had come in with started to peel off in twos, leaving their friend in the dust. As he took a spot at the bar now, she could not help but to note that he looked very lonely. In fact, he looked lost as well, like some little animal with great big, soulful eyes that got rejected from every attempt at a conversation. Her gaze snapped to her friends one last time before she got up, "Going hunting, I'll be back."

They brushed her off like nothing, and Kayla felt her annoyance grow. Still, all what she did was roll her eyes and quickly turned around, snaking in between people to make her way to the bar. Thankfully, by the time she got to the bar, the little man was back in his same spot and there was an open spot right next to him as well. Sliding right into it now, Kayla twisted the stool so she was facing the boy now, flashing a smile as her hand rested on his arm lightly to get his attention, "Can I buy you a drink? That soda looks terribly boring." Not to mention flat. But there was no need to take a dig at that as well. Now up close, her grey eyes took in his features and she for one, couldn't understand why any of those people turned him down, "I won't take no for an answer by the way, and you may call me Kayla." 

words--- 733
tags--- Stiles Stilinski
notes--- You my friend, have excellent taste in music. Although, i stopped listening to BVB after their second CD.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles truly wished he weren’t so easy to convince and connive into doing stuff for his friends. Or well, his acquaintances. They were basically just party buddies who would come calling if they wanted a good time and someone to be their designated driver on the way home. He shook his head slightly, resting his elbows against the bar, staring down into his glass of coke, kind of wishing he could get a beer or something, just because he was in a bar after all, and was supposed to be acting over twenty-one, but he knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. His dad would kill him if he did something like that, because one would lead to two, and so on. He didn’t really feel like being grounded for another eternity or anything like that. He liked his social life as it was, whether he was the designated driver or anything otherwise. It fit for him. He still had homework to work on when he got home anyhow.

He finished off his rather flat soda and got the bartender’s attention for another one, huffing under his breath as he knew he had a little while to wait, since a coke didn’t cost nearly as much as an alcoholic drink did, so of course the guy would go for the better paying stuff first. Stiles honestly didn’t blame him. And plus, anyone could probably see that he was in it for the long haul, waiting on his friends until they were sufficiently drunk off their asses before he was found to drive them back home. But whatever, better them than him, and honestly, he liked that they came to him, since he didn’t want to think of what would happen if one of them drove while they were utterly shitfaced.

So there he was, Stiles Stilinski, sophomore in high school, sitting at a bar, drinking coke, and doing nothing. He couldn’t even get a nice girl to talk to, not even one who was looking more for the money she could get from hooking up with some guy. Which you know, wasn’t surprising, considering Stiles definitely didn’t look like he would be good pimp material, nor did he look like he’d be much of any fun at all, considering he had not the slightest clue what to do, and that wasn’t all that surprising. See, when it came to supernatural stuff, he was all too happy to research away, but honestly, one can’t really research relationships and all that jazz, can’t learn magically how to be awesome and sexy and buff and whatnot.

Not long after he’d first sat down, he remembered that he’d felt someone’s gaze on him, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or otherwise, considering it very well could be one of the security dudes ready to toss him out on his ass, and then where would he go. He swirled his coke around in his glass, inexplicably feeling as though he was alone in the world, and something felt true about that. Rang true anyways. Scott was always pining after Allison or something like that, and Jackson never was his friend to begin with, Derek’s pack stuck to themselves, and he didn’t want to go near any of the other werewolves, since they often proved dangerous in the worst way. Except perhaps the Ragnulf pack. Skyler was amazing, beautiful, kind, funny, and whatnot, he liked her, liked liked her, definitely want to get to know her more and now he was inner monologing, nice.

Stiles saw someone slide onto the stool beside him, and he was pretty proud when he didn’t flinch as a well-manicured hand landed on his arm to get his attention, her stool swiveling so she was looking at him. "Can I buy you a drink? That soda looks terribly boring." She asked, and his heard jerked up so fast he’d probably have whiplash. His mouth hung open slightly as he gave her this adorably confused look, looking around to see if she was talking to someone else, but no, that was her hand on his arm, and wow, she was amazingly beautiful, and so out of his league. "I won't take no for an answer by the way, and you may call me Kayla." Kayla said, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before shaking his head slightly. ”Uh…I can’t. Can’t drink. I’m uh, the designated driver or whatever. Safe driving and whatnot, no brains splatted on the road thank you.” he managed and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. ”Stiles.” He blurted after a moment, flushing slightly.

NOTES :: Haha, why thank you darling~ I like to think so. I listen to a massive variety of bands/genres, seriously, you'd be surprised. But yeah, I don't really organize BVB's songs by album, I just listen to the ones I like. ^^
MUSIC :: I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin
WORDS :: 780
TAGS :: Kayla;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

For a moment, she might have thought that he was ignoring her when she first placed her hand on his arm. It was usually the quick way to get a reaction, perhaps Kayla had truly been misreading the boy, but the moment she spoke, his head snapped up so fast, it was shocking it didn't break. The little action could not help but to cause laughter to escape the young woman. My, he was quite adorable. Hopefully she could sink her teeth into him, but quite honestly, Kayla had a feeling that this would be just simply...easy. His actions only furthered and confirmed that belief as he stared at her, confusion clear as day and night in his eyes before he looked around, probably seeing if she had been talking to somebody else.

A smile fell on her lips now at his antics, so adorable and so, well, she wasn't even sure what word she was looking for right then, but it was the right kind of characteristic to have in a teenager worshiper. Maybe Kayla was going a little overboard with that thought, but it was hard to think of it as anything else, "Don't worry, there's no mistake, I'm talking to you." Kayla purred now, her hand not leaving his arm as it rested lightly on it. It seemed to take the teenager a few moments to finally gather what was going on but as soon as he found his voice, he quickly launched into an explanation about why he couldn't drink.

"Designated driver? Why, to who? Because I don't exactly see anybody else partying with you," she commented now. In her honest opinion, just because somebody was being the sober one didn't mean that you ditched them right when you got to the club. That was probably the one thing that she learned coming into adulthood and it stuck. Although, Kayla supposed that she should be happy that they decided to ditch him because that meant that this little puppy dog was all her's for the night, and Kayla honestly was never in a sharing mood if it could be helped. And while she barely knew him, the young woman had already decided that he was a good human to have around.

Before she could even manage to ask him his name now though, he produced it for her: Stiles. A curious name, perhaps it was a nick name for Kayla could not really believe that a mother would give her son such a name. Still, it was cute, there was no arguing that. Laughter bubbled up in the young woman as the boy next to her flushed a little, even in the dim lighting, she could see just a tint of red. Signaling the bar tender over now, she was quick to order two Vegas Bombs before returning her attention back to her new found friend, "You may call me Kayla Summers." When the drinks came, Kayla pushed the second one towards him now and nodded at it, showing that he could have it, "I have to say, I don't think I've ever seen you here before. Is this not your usual activity?"
 

words--- 527
tags--- Stiles Stilinski
notes--- No problem. And haha, that's probably a better way to be about music anyways. Wide variety and everything, saves you arguments in the future with friends XD
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles was completely at odds with himself. He definitely didn’t want to go around and get himself into trouble, especially trouble that could spell him getting called out on his fake ID and thrown out, because then his dad would almost definitely know about it. But in all honesty, he was only old enough to drive, he was a sophomore, so really, what the hell was he doing in a place like this? If anything he’d be happy with going to the Jungle, because at least there he knew his way around. And the people were nice, if a little odd, since quite a few of them were cross dressers, if not all of them. But when he felt someone’s hand on his arm, he didn’t dare move, freezing up like a deer in the headlights until the woman spoke, and damn if his neck didn’t crack when his head whipped up that fast.

He stared at her in disbelief, confusion clear in his gaze as he looked around, before gazing back at her, kind of starstruck really. She was beautiful, princess-like so, and he knew that he had not a chance in hell at getting with her, and yet she was approaching him. Now wasn’t he a lucky duck. The teen saw her smile, and he swore a fuse blew in his brain, or maybe that was just the world ending, because hell, no girl had ever smiled at him like that, not really. "Don't worry, there's no mistake, I'm talking to you." She purred, her hand not leaving his arm as he gulped and swallowed hard, finding his voice only to launch into an explanation that was far too long and very much the embarrassing sort.

"Designated driver? Why, to who? Because I don't exactly see anybody else partying with you," The woman commented, and Stiles shrugged, not really finding it within himself to be ticked about it, since he really didn’t. If anything it was nice to have some older friends who were happy to hang out with him now and then. It was nice to be able to say that he had friends like that, friends that wouldn’t care if he exaggerated what they did at the clubs. ”Uh, to some friends of mine, I don’t mind really, I don’t party much so uh, this is as good as I get. But it’s kinda cool anyways, since I’m um, not really supposed to be in here right now, but I shouldn’t have told you that and oh god, please, please don’t tell.” He rushed, mentally smacking himself in the face for being such a fumbling idiot.

Within the next few minutes he gave her his name, and really, if she’d given him that smile again, he probably would have started singing praises or something equally as embarrassing and groupie-like. But hey, he was kinda past caring at the moment. And when he heard her laugh, his flush only grew worse, wondering just what was wrong with him, or maybe what was wrong with this woman that she wanted to hang out around him, Stiles Stilinski, who was quite possibly the most awkward person around. "You may call me Kayla Summers." She said after ordering two drinks, and when they came, she pushed the second towards him with a nod. ”Oh, uh, it’s great to meet you Kayla, I can call you Kayla? I mean, Kayla Summers is kind of a long thing and a mouthful, but uh, I could call you that if you really wanted. And um, thanks for the drink, but I kinda think I’ll pass. My dad’ll kill me if I come home drunk, or if he finds out I left at all." He said with a sheepish grin. "I have to say, I don't think I've ever seen you here before. Is this not your usual activity?" Kayla asked and he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, his leg jiggling subconsciously. ”That obvious, huh? Uh, no, I don’t normally do this.”

NOTES :: Exactly. XD I always have something to talk about at least. On another note, it would be so hilarious if she taught him the true meaning of clubbing, and then when he goes partying he actually knows how to party, and is secretly this badass party guy that people don’t know about. LMAO if that makes any sense at all.
MUSIC :: Radio.
WORDS :: 668
TAGS :: Kayla;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

Someone was dazed and confused, and Kayla thought that it was truly quite adorable. That's what she loved about teenagers. They thought the world of you and would worship the very ground you walked on if you played your cards right. God, this reminded her of high school and this outcome would probably very much be the same. Queen Kayla Summers and her royal little subject. Although, maybe she was getting ahead of herself here, she had hardly done anything yet. She did, however, pull her hand away from his arm now and allowed him some space seeing as Stiles quite looked like he was going to die of heart failure any minute now. Clearly, the teenager wasn't used to female attention.

Amusement played across her face, her grey eyes just simply sparked with it as she watched him carefully. How she wondered where he fell on the social ladder, having a fake ID though had to count for something. Then again, teenagers were all sorts of craftiness now, their lives seemed even wilder than her's had ever been, and that was saying something. Kayla was, however, surprised that he hardly seemed bothered at the idea of being ditched. For a moment, her gaze left him and glanced to the dancing floor now, searching out for his friends but even with her animal senses, she couldn't quite pinpoint them. Everything blended together in a club, that's what made them dangerous some times. It's all about living on the edge.

"Well, you're a saint," Kayla commented now, turning her attention back to him now, "I probably would have thrown a fit at being left behind." More like a rage attack, but there was no need to scare him away over such silly things. And then his something in his words struck, her as if htey were just suddenly dawning on her as to what he had really said, "Wait, did you just say that you don't really party?" Just what kind of teenager was she talking to? Actually, there was probably no need to even ponder that question seeing as the answer was sitting right here in front of her.

As he stumbled over his words, the young woman merely laughed, "I won't tell. Don't worry; your secrets are safe with me." Hopefully he wasn't mentally destroying himself too quickly right now, and well, if he was then they were just going to have to change that. As introductions were out of the way, Kayla assumed that their conversation would begin to go a little more smoothly. But he was starting to ramble again, but his words only made her smile. Laughter bubbled from the young woman now, "Yes, you may call me Kayla." What a shame about not drinking though, "One drink is not going to kill you. It's early enough; I can get you food to soak up that alcohol."

What a terrible person she is, but at least she was offering support for after as well. Besides, drinking was all about pacing and just not doing it on an empty stomach. As he asked her if it was that obviously, Kayla merely smiled coolly, deciding that it was in ill favor to point out such an obvious thing, "You know what, Stiles? I think I like you, actually, I know I like you. What I can't seem to grasp is why you are sitting by yourself at a club drinking soda and looking so...dull. I think...we just may have to fix that. I mean, what do you do with your fellow peers? And I don't mean those losers who just ditched you."
 

words--- 656
tags--- stiles stilinski
notes--- Sorry for that awful long wait! And don't worry, I'm sure that she will be happy to teach him the true meaning of a lot of things XD
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the iceberg.

Stiles couldn’t help that he was a big ball of awkwardness. Really and truly he couldn’t. He wondered if it was just born into him, or if he’d gotten that way by growing up as an only child without a mom for the most part. He didn’t know, but what he did know was that this awkwardness wasn’t going to do well in getting him anywhere, really. Except perhaps amusing stunningly hot women, as he was at the moment. He saw her grey eyes sparkle as she watched him carefully, before her gaze left him and scanned the dance floor, as though looking for someone. The friends that ditched him, maybe? He didn’t know, wasn’t exactly in any kind of state to care, really.

"Well, you're a saint," She commented, turning her attention back to him, and he barely kept from snorting. "I probably would have thrown a fit at being left behind." She said, and he shrugged. ”I’m not really a saint, I’m just not that good of friends with them to really get all that upset over it, anyways. And even if I did, I would just ditch them if they left me behind.” He commented easily, though that last part wasn’t true, he was a sucker for helping those who asked. "Wait, did you just say that you don't really party?" She asked, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, wishing he hadn’t said anything at all. Honestly.

”Uh, yeah. I’m not really much of a partier. Mostly I got the fake ID from some kids I know, who were looking for someone who’d be willing to drive them to and from. I guess I’m just a sucker for being good.” He shrugged, flushing slightly. "I won't tell. Don't worry; your secrets are safe with me." She said with a laugh, and Stiles flushed darker, grimacing inwardly at his lack of suaveness, his lack of, well, general smoothness, and the capability of having genuine conversations with anyone remotely out of his league. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t, because he didn’t have any kind of a chance with her.

”Uh, well, that’s great, that you won’t, I mean.” He stumbled as she laughed once more. "Yes, you may call me Kayla." She said and he barely held back his sigh of relief that she hadn’t taken any sort of offense. "One drink is not going to kill you. It's early enough; I can get you food to soak up that alcohol." Kayla said, and he shrugged noncommittally. ”Yeah...I don’t really like the idea of alcohol. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I bet it’s great, but I’ve heard plenty of what happens to those that aren’t careful, and even if I don’t take any risks, I still don’t want to take that chance at all, anyways.” He said, shrugging and looking down, still sheepish and not far off mortified at his lack of social aptitude.

"You know what, Stiles? I think I like you, actually, I know I like you. What I can't seem to grasp is why you are sitting by yourself at a club drinking soda and looking so...dull. I think...we just may have to fix that. I mean, what do you do with your fellow peers? And I don't mean those losers who just ditched you." Kayla said, and he shrugged slightly. ”Um, well...I don’t really have anything else to do here, and it’s soda or nothing. As for what I do? Um...I kinda don’t want to say anything, because they won’t be your idea of fun in the least, believe me.” He said honestly, and Stiles knew that it was true. A woman like her, who probably partied it up, didn’t want anything to do with what he did, the nerdy smart awkward lacrosse teen.

NOTES :: Lol, so awkward, Stiles.
MUSIC :: N/A
WORDS ::
TAGS :: Kayla;

The sun before the burn
The thunder before the lightning.

The breath before the phrase
Have you ever felt this way?