Lone Wolf

Friday passed in a blur.

Keegan barely got to see much of Stiles; except for class. Lydia grabbed Keegan and Allison by the wrist, "I declare today to be girls only," Lydia stated, dragging them away from Scott and Stiles, and pulled them out of the building and to her car. "What are we doing?" Keegan asked, as she buckled her seat belt. Lydia shrugged and humphed, "I think we should make shirts for the game tomorrow."

They set off towards the mall and the craft store. "So, Keegan," Lydia said as she picked up a plain burgundy shirt, "Who are you going to put on the back of your shirt?" Keegan groaned, "Really, Lydia?" Lydia turned, her curls bouncing and a smirk plastered on her face, "Stilinski?" Rolling her eyes, Keegan sighed, "I don't know. I would love to support him, but he doesn't play; and then there is Danny..." Lydia and Allison smiled at each other, simultaneously and said, "STILES!"

"You think?"

The girls nodded and Allison spoke up, "Danny already knows he has your support, and even the whole schools. It's time to give Stilinski a little support." Keegan nodded and smiled, grabbing a shirt from the pile. They left the store and headed to Keegan's house. Five hours later the shirts had began to dry and by the time they finished ironing on each boy's number, it was nearly nine pm. The girls excused themselves and said goodnight. As they exited the house and stood on the porch, they could see Scott and Stiles watching from Stiles room. They playfully waved and the boys quickly darted out of the window. They laughed and Keegan gave both girls a hug and watched as they pulled out of the driveway.

Locking the door behind her, she entered the house and could feel her pocket buzz. Shaking her head, she pulled the phone from her pocket, already knowing who had messaged her.

"What were you ladies up to?"

Keegan laughed, knowing that they only asked because Scott knew Allison was with them, "Making shirts and posters for the game." She quickly snapped a photo of the shirts and sent it to them.

"They look nice. I'm assuming that Lydia's says Jackson, and Allison's is Scotts... so, who's on yours?"

Without missing a beat, Keegan smiled and replied, "Mahealani."

"Oh."

For the rest of the night she didn't hear anything out of the boy. She desperately wanted to tell him that she was only joking, but she thought he'd appreciate it more in the end. Nothing like being surprised. She gently tested the paint and decided that they needed a little more time to dry.
She gently grabbed the shirts and began hanging them in the closet, she barely heard the knock on her door, "Come in!"

Her father poked his head in the door, "Just wanted to say goodnight. Love you dear!" Keegan smiled from behind the shirts, "I love you too Daddy." He smiled, "Goodnight!" He shut the door behind him and seconds later, a knock sounded on the far window. Glancing over to the corner of her room, she saw Derek just outside the window.

Glancing across the room, she could see that the lights were off in the Stilinski boy's room and that either meant he was asleep or craftily spying on her. She closed her blinds and returned to where Derek waited. Opening the window, he gracefully toppled in and took a seat on her window bench. "Hey, how are you?" Derek asked glancing up at her.

Keegan shrugged a response, "Eh. Enjoying life I suppose" She relaxed on the seat next to him and cuddled into her pillows, "You?" He frowned, "There's a new scent in town, but somehow it's familiar to me. I think it's another hunter..." Keegan quirked an eyebrow at him, "Oh, you associate with hunters now?" He looked over at her and rolled his eyes, "Of course Keegan... but you have no room to talk either." She smiled up at him and they fell silent.

"What are those?" Derek asked, standing up and pointing at the shirts, "Are they for the game tomorrow?" Keegan nodded and shrugged, "I think they turned out well." Derek nodded in agreement and pointed at the shirt in the far corner, "Stilinski, huh? Bet that one is yours. Guess I figured as much."

Keegan looked over at him and narrowed her eyes, "So what? He is still a member of the team, so he should get support just like everyone else. Do you think otherwise?" Derek glared at her for a few seconds before rolling his eyes, "You just seem very invested in him all of a sudden. No need to lie to the kid." Keegan found herself standing and inches away from Derek, "Really? You think I'm taking pity on the boy? If maybe you took the chance to know him, and Scott for that matter, you'd probably grow fond of them. It's not like your helping them anyways," Derek growled and was about to open his mouth when she silenced him, "I don't know what your problem is with those two Derek, but I'm starting to think you are jealous." Derek's attitude changed instantly and Keegan laughed, "You are jealous! Why?!"

Derek waved her off, "It's nothing Keegan." She rolled her eyes, "You are such a liar." Derek let out a deep sigh, "You, you are supposed to be mine, Keeg. Mine, and only mine," He glanced at the floor and walked away from her. Keegan let out a small gasp, "Oh Derek, you are jealous..." He turned towards her, frowning. "Yes, I am Keegan. I'm worried that you have found someone else, and forget all about me." Keegan dropped her gaze and crossed the room, "Derek, listen. I will never leave you, but I'm allowed to make my own decisions regarding my life. You'll always be my number one, behind my father." Derek smiled satisfied with her answer, and pulled her in for a tight hug. He gently kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear, "I love you Keegan."

She smiled into his chest, "I love you too, Derek." They hugged for a few moments until Keegan began to yawn. Derek chuckled and gently pulled himself away from her, "You're tired, you need to go to bed." She began to protest but he sat her down on the bed and slowly backed away from her.

"Goodnight dear!" He called as began to crawl out of the window. Keegan couldn't help but smile and wave to him as he disappeared into the darkness. She sat rooted to the spot for a few moments, staring at where he last stood and tried protesting sleep, but a big yawn escaped her mouth and she decided it was bedtime. Quickly changing out of her clothes, she entered the bathroom and brushed her teeth before climbing into bed.

Frowning, Keegan reached for her phone, just as it signaled the arrival of a text message.

"Hey, just wanted to say goodnight. See you tomorrow."

Keegan smiled to herself and quickly replied, "Goodnight Stiles. I'll be there bright and early to get the best seat! Good luck!" She returned the phone to the nightstand and pulled her blanket back over her chest and snuggled in, waiting for sleep.


Stiles woke the next morning with butterflies in his chest. He could barely sleep through the night, his mind racing and nerves beginning to take hold of his thoughts. As he dressed, he stepped to the window just in time to see Keegan pass by on her morning run. Quickly, he threw on a shirt, grabbed his phone and raced out the door. He began running to catch with her, running harder than he had when he first tried out for the lacrosse team.

He was nearly a yard away from her when he felt the stitch begin to form in his side and he could barely call out her name, yet somehow he managed to get her attention, she stopped and looked around noticing Stiles practically lying on the ground. She turned around and jogged next to him, "Need help?"

Stiles glared up at her, "Shut up." Keegan bit her lip before smiling, "How do you play lacrosse? Shouldn't you be in better shape?" She extended her hand to him, which he smacked away, causing her to laugh. When he finally regained his breath, he muttered, "I hate you, seriously." Keegan couldn't help but smile and laugh before they turned in the direction Keegan was originally heading.

"So, are you going to start running now?" Stiles looked over at her a blank expression on his face, "Oh, I doubt it. I can barely run without cramping up." Keegan shook her head, "Stretch, breathe properly and you won't succumb to stitches." He playfully rolled his eyes causing her to sigh, "So are you playing tonight? Or are you a permanent bench warmer?" Stiles let out a snicker, "Oh, I really doubt that I will be playing. Coach won't put me in. I'm just there to keep the team number even." Keegan watched his expression change and lightly nudged his shoulder, "You never know. Maybe he will and maybe you'll be the player who wins the game." He glanced up at her, cheeks turning slightly red, "Thanks Keegan."

She smiled at him before glancing down at her watch, "Hey, we should head back. It's almost noon." Stiles nodded and turned, following her. A silence fell between them and all they could hear was the bird chirping in the trees.

"Hey, I was wondering...," Stiles paused, "Would you be able to help me with, um, running? You know, get me into shape?" Keegan smiled, and looked at him, "If you'd like. You are already in great shape though... just gotta expand those lungs." She smiled as she saw the blush cross his cheeks and he mumbled, "Thanks."

They arrived at their driveways and said goodbye before parting ways. Stiles immediately climbed the stairs and went to his room to get ready for the game. Keegan closed the front door behind her and walked up the hall to the kitchen where she greeted her father as she grabbed a cup from the cabinet, before filling it with juice.

"You're back late."

Keegan nodded, "Yeah, I had a Stilinski on my tail, and he doesn't run very well." Mr. Kennedy chuckled, "You two are becoming pretty close, aren't you?" Keegan shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip, "I guess. We have a few classes together... and his best friend was bitten." He dropped his paper, eyes wide, "What?! It wasn't Derek was it?" Keegan shook her head and shrugged, "He's swearing up and down that it wasn't him and I don't think he'd lie to me..." He nodded, "Well for everyone's safety, make sure you help that boy. But also be careful; I know you can take care of yourself." She nodded, understanding her father's wishes. He excused himself, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and exited the kitchen into his study.

Keegan sighed deeply, worried about her father. Though he hadn't said much, she could tell he was worried. She pondered the thought on the way up to her room, as she flipped open her laptop and opened the search browser; checking for recent animal attacks at Beacon Hills Preserve. Nothing came up. She wasn't surprised and she gave up her search. She spent the rest of her afternoon reading for her AP English class, and as she was nearly complete with the weeks reading assignment, her phone began to ring.

"Hello dear! Allison and I are stopping by to get our lovely shirts! We have the posters made and everything! Want to meet at the field around six? We will honk when we are here!" She quickly texted a response back, before continuing to read. Ten minutes later, she finished her assignment just as a car horn sounded outside. She carefully gathered the shirts and brought them outside to the waiting girls. Lydia clapped her hands and squealed with excitement as she took the shirt from Keegan, "They look AMAZING!" Allison and Lydia thanked Keegan, giving her a hug before they returned to the car, "See you at six!"
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By five, Keegan was dressed in her new handmade shirt and on her way to the lacrosse field. She found a spot next to Stiles' Jeep and pulled the Impala into the space, locking the car behind her as she began to cross the lot. She smiled as she could hear the crowd cheering, even though the game hadn't started. She stood next to the main set of bleachers and immediately made her way over to where Lydia and Allison were waiting. She passed the players bench and smiled when she caught Stiles' gaze. Keegan sat down next to the girls and winked as she caught Stiles' eye again. He smiled back before turning around and listening to Coach's horrible pep-talk.

Ten minutes into the game, Keegan excused herself from the bleachers and headed towards her car. Digging in the back seat she found her blanket, which she grabbed before returning to the bleachers. Again, she could feel Stiles' eyeing her and she quickly moved her hair, exposing the large "24" on her back that was accompanied by "Stilinski" painted on her shirt. It wasn't until she sat down did she get a good look at his face, causing her to smile and laugh. Stiles' mouth dropped open, his eyes wide and Keegan could tell he started to blush. "What are you laughing at?" Lydia asked, leaning forward to look at the girl. Keegan smiled again and pointed towards Stiles, "Look at his face. He saw the shirt." They laughed and turned back to the game.

The match went well, Beacon Hills won to the help of their star players, and Scott. The girls grabbed their things as the crowd dispersed and they followed the boys across the field to the school locker room. Stiles emerged from the locker room first and quickly said hello to Lydia and Allison before walking towards Keegan.

"Hey."

She smiled at him, "Hi." Color rushed to his face, aware of their eyes on him, "I, uh, really liked your shirt." Keegan proudly smiled and began to open her mouth when Jackson stepped out of the locker room, "Keegan, I thought you'd have the sense to waste your time on a REAL team member, not a bench warmer." Stiles smiled dropped and he glanced at the floor, not bothering to turn and face him.

Keegan narrowed her gaze at Jackson, "Actually Whittemore, if you opened your eyes, there's a whole bunch of students who make up the team, on field or not, not only you. If you spent more time realizing that you aren't the only person on the team we would have been State Champs last year. Do yourself a favor and get over yourself. Come on Stiles, let's go." She gently grabbed Stiles' wrist and pulled him away from the confrontation. As they walked away, Jackson angrily turned to Lydia, who held up her, pointing at him, "You know she is right."

Keegan and Stiles exited the school and headed back to their cars. "Don't listen to him Stiles. Jackson is a self-centered asshole." Stiles shrugged, not meeting her eyes, "Eh, he does have a point though..."

Keegan punched him in the arm. Stiles groaned and held his arm, "Oh my god!" Keegan stood there with her hands on her hips, "Don't you ever say that again. You are an all around better person than Jackson could ever be. You can run circles around him with the intellectual prowess you have. Don't let him get under your skin. Just because he is very athletic doesn't mean anything." He smiled at her, "Thanks Keegan." She smiled at him, "Don't worry about it. Eventually you won't need me to tell you how amazing of a person you are." They stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, until Keegan cleared her throat, "I should get heading home. I will talk to you later, okay?" She kissed him on the cheek before unlocking her car, and waved as she drove away from him.

She arrived home to an dark house and instantly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She quietly unlocked the front door, and gently pushed open the heavy oak slab. On the entryway table sat a gorgeous bouquet of roses, and a note from her father:

"Out to dinner with a client, don't wait up! Love you! -Dad."

She returned the card to the table and quirked an eyebrow at the flowers. There was no card on the plastic stick and she grew more suspicious. Pushing the flowers to the back of her mind, Keegan climbed the stairs, and minded to listen for any unnatural sounds throughout the house. She discretely searched the upstairs rooms before entering her own. Slowly, she opened the door and crept inside. Perplexed by the scents she was receiving, she turned on the lights.

Dozens of flowers surrounded her. Taking up every empty spot in her room; each bouquet holding her favorite species, filling the room with a heavy and dizzying aroma. On the bed laid the missing card, her name lazily written on the envelope. She gently opened the card and smiled as she read the cheesy, generic poem, and saw who went through all the trouble.

As she placed the card back into the envelope, a gentle tap came from the window. Derek climbed into the room and gently took a large Stargazer Lily from behind him and handed it to her. Keegan could feel her cheeks heat up and couldn't help but smile as she took the flower from him. He cautiously took a step towards her and extended his arms. She quickly embraced him, and when she began to pull away, Derek's grip around her waist tightened. Keegan glanced up at him and was taken aback when he leaned down and kissed her, full on the lips.

She hesitated at first, her mind instantly thought of Stiles: how he would react if he saw them, the pain and anger he would experience. Oh, what damage Keegan would cause with a simple kiss. However, something inside her broke down and found herself kissing back. He gently guided them towards the bed and lowered her down amongst the flower petals. His hands rested on her exposed hips, before wriggling his eyebrow at her, daring her to disrobe in front of him. Keegan hesitated and Derek brought her up to him so he could nip at the base of her jaw line.

His hands, which rested on her hips, moved to the button of her jeans. She locked eyes with him, ran her fingers through his hair and pulled herself up to him, kissing him. As she pulled away, she easily pulled the shirt off her torso, flinging it to the ground and just as quickly tugged the shirt off his body. He slid his hands from their resting place, back to the button on her jeans. He easily unhooked her pants and slid them off her, before kissing his way up from her stomach to her neck.

As they kissed, Keegan managed to get Derek onto his back. He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her, causing her to shut him up with a kiss on the lips. Waiting long enough, she slid her hands to his jeans and helped them off his body. Keegan teased him through his boxers, causing him to growl at her. She smirked up at him and crawled her way back up to his chest. He gently cupped her face and roughly kissed her. Catching her off guard, he flipped her over and gently kissed her stomach. Sitting up, Keegan unhooked her bra and threw the garment to the floor. Derek glanced up at her and began to pull off her underwear.

Upon removing her underwear, Derek stood from the bed and watched her. The way Keegan writhed and cooed to him from the bed got him worked up; ten times over. He pulled his boxers to the ground, before climbing back on the bed where he positioned himself leaning over her thighs and gently kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs until he reached her crotch. He left a few kisses just about her region before moving back up to her face, much to her displeasure. When he reached her chest, he purposely left a trail of kisses between her breasts, up her neck to come to a stop at her mouth.

Keegan laid there frustrated and pouty. 'How dare he tease me,' Keegan thought, 'I hate when he does that!' Derek rolled his eyes at her and smiled into the kiss, still smiling as he pulled away. "Now, now," he smirked, shaking his head at her before working on the sweet spot of her neck. His hands gently teased and played with her chest, as he set to work on the swollen pink flesh of her nipples. Satisfied, Derek left her neck and moved his mouth to her chest, as his continued farther south.

Ten minutes later, Keegan was almost at the point of begging when Derek entered her. He kissed her passionately and wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her body off the bed and up to his. They changed positions and it wasn't long before Keegan began to near her climax. She could feel her muscles spasm and soon she and Derek came together. They quietly lay next to each other, the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the room along with the smell of sex and sweat. Derek wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. They laid there in that spot for what felt as if hours had passed, when suddenly the sound of the garage door opening startled them. Keegan quickly jumped from her bed and watched as Derek quickly gathered his clothes and ran into the closet.

Keegan tugged on a pair of shorts and t-shirt as the door sounded its closing. She sprayed herself with a soft perfume and made sure to put on deodorant before calling over her shoulder to Derek, "I'll be right back." Descending the stairs, she entered the kitchen, sleepy eyed.

"Hi, Dad."

Mr. Kennedy turned and welcomed her with a big goofy grin, "Figured you would be asleep. Did I wake you?" Keegan shrugged, before shaking her head, "Not really... I was dozing off though." Mr. Kennedy nodded, "Oh, I thought of you tonight. They had the most mouth-watering lobster; so I brought you home an order!" He said as he showed her the take-out container before placing it in the fridge. "Thanks Dad." He moved across the kitchen to kiss her forehead before saying goodnight and heading up to bed.

Keegan waited a few minutes before following her father upstairs and quickly ducked into her room once the master bedroom door shut behind him. She crossed the room and opened the closet doors, not the least bit surprised to see that Derek had already left. Keegan huffed as she walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She felt guilty, as if she betrayed herself. Keegan wasn't happy with herself and the predicament she was in. She had just put herself in a position where she had to choose between two of her favorite people; her best friend or her crush.