INHERITANCE
chapter two ; second chance at first line
[ season one - episode two ]
Her arms wrapped tightly around her, shielding herself from the harsh winter morning. Lacrosse players run to and fro across the field paying no attention to the girl spiraling on the benches. A dull ache remained in her head from a Friday night she could hardly remember, and what part of it she could, didn't quite make sense.
She tried piecing it together, the many shots waving a fog over every memory. She remembered getting home, mostly anyway, someone, a friend of Scott's, as he had claimed, drove them back home. Though she couldn't quite remember his name. Something with a D, perhaps. Allison had tried to fill in the parts she could, but with her head wrapped up in Scott and his disappearance, she wasn't as useful as she hoped she would be.
That part she did remember. She remembered the look on Scott's face, his discolored skin, and how he ran for the hills, abandoning Allison without a word of explanation. Even now, he failed to explain what had happened, but from what Allison had told her, she was giving him another chance either way.
She couldn't let it go that easily.
Allison had always been much more trusting. She didn't have the issues that Kinsey had. There were no abandonment issues, trust issues, or mommy issues. Meanwhile, Scott's act of sudden disappearance felt like deja vu to Kinsey, the memory of being abandoned herself coming back to her. She could remember it like it was yesterday, how there was a calm before the storm. Her mother had been sweet like candy the night before she left, as though it was her final day. In a sense, it was. Her final day of being a present mom in her daughter's life at least. After buttering up her daughter, making it feel like they finally had a good relationship and that things would be going somewhere for them, she upped and left the next day, leaving her with her uncle and aunt for the unforeseeable future.
Maybe that's why she couldn't forgive and forget with Scott like Allison had. She was scared that this time, Allison would be the one who got hurt.
Coach's whistle blew through the air, startling the brunette whose head shot up, practically left in a sweat over the mere thought of her mother. In four years, thinking about it hadn't become any easier. Being left behind was never going to be easy for anyone, but by their own mother, it was bound to stir up some issues.
As much as she loved Chris, Victoria and Allison, it acted as a constant reminder of what a real, normal family should look like. A mother, father, and daughter, living happily. Something she'd never experience.
"Let's go! One-on-ones from up top. Jackson, take a long stick today." Coach shouted across the field. As told Jackson grabbed one of the sticks that lay at Kinsey's feet while she tried to shake off those thoughts that plagued her mind. She hadn't even heard from Kate since the day of the move.
"Argent, you okay?" Jackson asked quickly before he would have to run off to the field again.
"Peachy." She nodded with a faint smile. He paused for a moment, an unconvinced look across his face before he smiled and nodded, running back onto the field leaving her to be consumed by her thoughts again. Maybe she should have moved to somewhere quieter where she wouldn't be asked if she was okay or people wouldn't look at her wondering why she looked so glum, but she needed the fresh air of the field. For both the hangover and her general sanity.
The particular thought that plagued her mind was that she hadn't spoken to her mom since the day of the move, eight days ago. To her own mother, she was forgettable. Most mothers felt the need to call their children multiple times a day, or in Victoria's case, an hour. Part of her wanted to believe that she was just busy with the business and making the most of her time traveling before she came to Beacon Hills in just over a week. But the other part knew her mother better than that. And that was the part that hurt. It felt as though to her own mother she was a case out 'out of sight, out of mind', shoved aside as a careless thought. Not a daughter.
Not a child whom she had willingly brought into this world sixteen years ago.
Kinsey jolted again at the sound of two bodies colliding, audible from across the field, over all of the sounds of people grimacing. Across the field, Jackson and Scott were on the floor, grunting in pain, Jackson in a much worse state than Scott who had managed to pull himself up slightly. Much like Kinsey, everyone seemed to run across the field to Jackson's aid, seeing his condition as much worse than Scott who was still able to talk fine, unlike the Whittemore who could barely breathe through his gripped teeth as everyone circled him.
"Jackson, are you all right?" Kinsey asked, leaning over the boy as he whimpered.
Coach looked beside him at the sound of the girl's voice with a furrowed brow. "Argent. What are you doing on my field? Actually, forget about it. Get my star player to the nurse's office."
"Yes, Coach." she nodded, taking his orders like she was one of his players. She around Jackson, wrapping his good side around her neck as she helped, and struggled, to pull him off of the floor. There was an entire team of muscley jocks around them, but the weak, arguably puny girl was the one who had to drag Jackson across the field to help. She turned to where Scott was on his knees a moment ago, about to offer to help him too, but he was gone, and so was Stiles. He had mastered his disappearing act.
Shaking her head, Kinsey's eyes moved to someone standing off in the distance, lingering with their hands dug deep into the pockets of their leather jacket. She recognized him and his dark, brooding look. It wasn't until she saw him then that his name came back to mind. Derek Hale. He stared back at her, watching her as she stumbled across the field with the oversized jock on her arm. He looked a lot less friendly than he had on Friday night.
He nodded at her, claiming his peace as she wearily smiled back, her attention drew back to a complaining, injured Jackson as he whined in her ear. "Jackson, you hurt your shoulder not your legs, I can't carry both of our weights." the girl snapped, like magic, the weight lifted from her as the boy began walking properly again.
"You know, you're a lot nicer when you're drunk."
"I'm even nicer when I don't have a jock twice the size of me hanging off of my arm." Kinsey continued to complain. "Just be grateful I'm taking you to the nurse's office, okay? Nobody else was offering their help and I have much better things to do than be your babysitter." She said with irritation, though she was more irritated from the things she'd been thinking about on the bench than Jackson himself. He'd done nothing but be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Like what? Sit on the benches and think about your mommy issues? Yeah. Lydia talks." As the words spilled out of Jackson's mouth the brunette dropped him to the ground causing him to release a blood-curdling scream as he gripped onto his shoulder once again, muttering a string of profanities as he looked up at the brunette towering over him with folded arms. Her face in a scowl. "I'm sorry. Okay, I'm sorry. I went too far. Please just get me to the freaking nurse."
Maybe Jackson hadn't done anything to irritate her before, but he had now. For a split second, she had seen the person that Stiles had told her about rather than the Jackson she had seen herself. His words stung more than she'd like to admit. But she chose to put that bad moment aside because once again, she chose to believe the best in people. Even Jackson Whittemore. Kinsey released a large sigh as she wrapped his arm around her shoulder pulling him off the ground once again, she knew that she couldn't exactly leave him on the ground. One, because Lydia would kill her and partly because didn't have the heart to do it, no matter how much his words had hurt her. An awkward silence came across them both as they stumbled through the halls to the nurse's office with the odd interval of Jackson letting out another painful whimper every time he accidentally swung his arm with his walk. Just as the two reached the door to the office Kinsey couldn't help herself but ask Jackson what had been on her mind from the second he blurted out a mention of her mother. She stopped outside of the door, clearing her throat. "How did you know I was thinking about her? About my mom, I mean."
"It takes someone with problems with their parents to know someone who has problems with their parents." He deadpanned, Kinsey, taken aback by his words. "And from what Lydia told me, which isn't much, it sounds like your better off living with your uncle and aunt."
Kinsey stood there without another word to say. All she could think about is what Lydia could have told him to come to that conclusion. Jackson gave her a parting nod before walking into the nurse's office with his hand still placed over his injury while she slowly headed to meet Lydia and Allison out of class in preparation for lunch knowing she would be the one who had to fill her in on the injury Jackson had sustained. And maybe question what exactly Lydia had talked to him about that would lead Jackson to know so much about her private life.
Hours later the brunette found herself sat in the hospital waiting room beside her redhead best friend, both of them waiting for Jackson to finish seeing the doctor after waiting here for three unbearable hours. She wasn't quite sure how she had managed to find herself in this situation, what she had said or done that made her seem willing to sit around in a hospital waiting for an overly dramatic Jackson to get a shot to lessen the pain of his dislocated shoulder. Or how Allison had managed to get out of sitting in the hospital when she had been sat with them when Lydia asked her to come. Clearly, she drew the short end of the stick in this situation. Allison got to sit in their warm home that didn't smell like a cleaning cupboard, though she was probably studying it had to be better than sitting in this waiting room where time didn't seem to pass. The redhead had sat with her earphones in for the three hours that they'd been sat here, even when Jackson had been sat with them. That had been less awkward than either of them had expected it to be, Jackson had apologized once again before completely changing the subject into sports before she was given the chance to acknowledge his apology. Sports wasn't exactly the most interesting topic to the brunette but she could see that he was trying to make the effort and for that she couldn't fault him, if he was willing to make the effort then so was she. Even if it meant talking about sports that she had no idea about for two hours and forty-five minutes.
In the time that Jackson had been with the doctor, Kinsey found herself staring at the vending machine down the hall as though it was taunting her, she knew that the snacks within it had probably been in there since the hospital opened but her stomach was growling. Craving any snack that it had to offer no matter how old. It had taken a few more minutes of staring at the machine, narrowing her eyes at it as if she was preparing to battle an enemy until she gave in to the temptation and stood up ready to raid it with every dollar she could find in her clothes.
It had been when she was stood waiting for her snickers bar to drop that she looked back over at Lydia to see that unlike when she left her, she wasn't alone. Instead, she was accompanied by Stiles who stood leaning against the wall talking to a girl who couldn't even hear him. She knew that better than anyone. For the first fifteen minutes of being here, she had been speaking to Lydia only to realize that with her music so loud she wouldn't be able to hear an explosion that happened right in front of them. She just wondered how long it would take Stiles to figure out that the strawberry blonde couldn't hear him even though she was looking straight at him, Lydia nodding her head to the music in her ears was sure to delay that process. But it made for some good entertainment for Kinsey who stood with a grin as she ate her chocolate bar knowing if it became too unbearable to watch she'd eventually have to step in but for now she was enjoying the show. Even if she couldn't hear a word that Stiles said, seeing him have a long one-sided conversation seemed to appeal to the brunette's broken humor. Kinsey had left the boy to struggle until she finished her chocolate bar and couldn't take as much enjoyment in his one-sided exchange with Lydia, eventually had come around sooner than she would have liked but she couldn't watch this painful conversation, if it could even be called that, any longer.
"Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?" Lydia asked as she pulled out one of her earphones, not only did that just make this whole thing more painful for Kinsey to watch but it meant she had stepped in at the perfect time.
"Stiles? What are you doing here?" Kinsey interrupted, slightly turning Stiles away from Lydia so he didn't have to face the inevitable embarrassment of continuing his conversation with the redhead who wasted no time placing her earphones back in to ignore the world again. "Is it a normal Beacon Hills thing to spend your weeknights in the waiting room?"
Stiles scoffed at her comment, the way she referred to Beacon Hills as though it was some strange foreign place and not just a small three hours from where she had moved from. He hadn't realized how strange some of Beacon Hills' traditions and habits were until Kinsey had pointed all of them out. Growing up in a town like this you didn't really see the things that other people did, Kinsey had the outside perspective. "I'm just waiting for Scott."
"In the hospital?" She questioned with a furrowed brow before realizing what most people were here for, with the amount of time she'd spent here it had begun feeling like less of a hospital and more of her own personal hell. "Oh, my god. The practice. Did he get hurt? Is he okay?"
"Scott's fine." He reassured the girl but that only prolonged the pending question of why the two of them were in the hospital when there were a million other things to be doing with their night like watching a movie, eating, sleeping. Anything had to be better than her plans of sitting in the waiting room with Lydia. When Stiles had noticed the visibly confused expression on Kinsey's face he realized he'd have to provide some form of explanation for why he was here. "We're here for his mom actually. She works here. We're just bringing her something to eat."
Kinsey opened her mouth ready to tell Stiles how sweet she thought it was that he and Scott had come to bring Mrs. McCall some food during her shift but before she had gotten the chance her name being called had turned both of their heads towards Lydia and Jackson who stood waiting to leave with the brunette. "I better go before Lydia drags me out of here by my hair. I'll see you at school." Kinsey smiled before jogging to catch up with the couple.
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Saturday night had come around quicker than anyone had expected. Kinsey and Allison had decided to waste the time leading up to the game sorting through their belongings, more so the ones that they shared rather than their personal belongings. It gave each girl an opportunity to decide who wanted the mass amount of trophies and medals they'd won over the years or the cheesy photos from their child where both girls were wearing large smiles that showed all of their missing teeth. Allison was definitely the more sentimental between the two of them, the smallest things could make her emotional, especially things like looking back on the childhood she shared with Kinsey. Some of the memories connected to the photos and memorabilia were less sentimental and more humourous with funny stories connected to most of them, like the day where both girls participated in a gymnastics competition and Kinsey's leotard split open in the middle of her performance. Back then it was humiliating for the younger brunette every time it was brought up, usually by Victoria, but now it was just one of the funny memories that the two teenage girls could laugh about together at times like tonight.
"Look at this one." Kinsey laughed as she handed Allison a picture of the two of them. "You can still see the strand of bright pink hair from your little rebellious phase when we were seven. Didn't you do that because Chris wouldn't let you have the new Barbie?"
"Yeah and then you dyed yours blue because you felt left out." Allison laughed, smiling brightly across her face as she admired the picture. "And then Kate caught us in the bathroom with blue dye everywhere and helped us finish dying that blue strand in your hair."
"My mom. The bad influence as always." Kinsey laughed though that stinging feeling she got in her heart every time her mother was mentioned resurfaced once again. "Do you mind if I close the curtain? I just feel like I'm being watched with it open."
"You're over-paranoid, you know that, right?"
"Hey, if we ever get stalked you'll thank me for my paranoia," she said jokingly, pointing a finger at her cousin. "It may just save us from getting perved on by some freak who fantasized about a whole relationship with one of us. This way they can't have a shrine of us on their wall that they kiss every night."
"Okay, now I feel like we're being watched." Allison shuddered as she pulled the curtains closed.
Kinsey had always been paranoid, nervous. That she could only thank her mother for, with all of the lies that Kate had always told and all of the secrets she couldn't help but feel paranoid even if she knew that sometimes she sounded stupid, like when she felt as though she was being watched whenever the curtains were open. Her paranoia was just one of the reasons her own curtains and window were always shut, that and the fact she liked her room is dark, made it cozier for those times she'd spend the entire day in bed binge-watching her favorite movies. When Allison sat back down, the two of them continued searching through the boxes of their old stuff and things from when their parents were young, pictures from when Chris and Kate were teenagers, or even when they were just children. It was weird seeing them like that, both laughing and being playful when both Kinsey and Allison had become used to the more serious side of Chris and seeing Kate with her more intimating, threatening side that she occasionally showed though she did try to remain her fun-loving self. Especially after a drink. One specific photo had stood out to the two girls, both had sat in awe with slacked jaws as they looked at the picture in their hands, both astounded by the same thing.
"You look exactly like her," Allison mumbled. "That isn't you, right?"
"Allison. This photo looks older than both of us combined. It's obviously not me." Kinsey laughed as she began scanning the photo hoping to find a date or something that could tell them who the woman on the photo was or even when it had been taken. And she found that when she had flipped it over to see someone's scribbled writing on the back.
"Kinsley White. Beacon Hills. 1968. Sixteen-years-old." Allison read out. "Wow, you really did get your looks from her. You could be twins. You know, if it wasn't for the age difference. And the fact she's our grandmother. But seriously, Kins, you look exactly like her."
"I think that's enough memorabilia for me for one night."
Allison nodded in agreement as she began packing up the things that the two of them had left out back into the boxes, everything apart from a photo of her and Kinsey and a picture of her father and Kate from when they couldn't have been much older than 20. It was nice to see the two of them close, now everyone in the family struggled to get ahold of Kate unless it was some kind of special occasion where she came to visit like birthdays. Some of them at least. Kinsey had just placed the box of things that she had been looking through on the floor when she and Allison had heard the loud thud, both of them immediately looked down at the box assuming that Kinsey had dropped it on the floor too hard. But it was clear that such a noise couldn't have come from a box like that. Kinsey peaked out of Allison's bedroom window to see her Uncle Chris climbing out of his car and what seemed to be a body on the ground in front of the car, obviously, that had been the sound of the large thud. Chris hitting someone with his car.
With an "Oh, my God" Kinsey sprinted across the room to head downstairs leaving Allison confused until she looked out of the window to see what Kinsey had seen. Then she herself was sprinting downstairs, neither caring about their lack of shoes and socks when Chris was stood outside with a body that he had just hit on their drive. Once again proving that Argents weren't the best drivers and that none of them should have ever been given their driver's license.
"Scott?" Kinsey shouted with concern as soon as she saw the boy roll onto his back finally revealing the identity of the boy that her uncle had hit with his car.
"Dad? Dad? What the hell are you doing?" Allison shouted as she ran up behind Kinsey with even more concern lacing her words, both of the girls dropped down to the other side of Scott who groaned in pain as he lay on the floor holding the parts of his body that hurt. Though they assumed he didn't actually have enough hands to grab every part of your body that would ache after someone had just hit you with a freaking SUV.
"He came out of nowhere, girls."
"Are you trying to kill him?" Kinsey asked, not helping her uncle feel any better.
"Oh, no. Of course not. He just... He just ran out into the driveway." The man defended himself to his niece while his daughter checked over her boyfriend hoping that her father hadn't broken any of his bones, especially not when the first lacrosse game of the season was in an hour.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sorry." Scott groaned as he unsuccessfully tried to sit up.
"Are you okay?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I swear." He reassured her, though none of the Argents surrounding him seemed to believe his words. Not when his forehead was lined with sweat, his words strained and he wasn't even able to sit up. Not to mention the fact he was hit by a freaking car! "Sorry, I hit your car. I was just coming to say hi." Scott nervously chuckled while Allison blushed.
"You sure you're okay?" Chris asked as he and the two girls helped the boy onto his feet while he continued to groan in pain making his answer less believable.
"I should go. I've got a lacrosse game to get to. You're both still coming, right?"
"We all are."
The three teenagers' heads all swung towards Chris, each sharing the same puzzled expression with their eyebrows raised high enough that there was a chance they could get stuck in their hairlines. Chris's revelation had certainly been a shock to them all, he hated lacrosse. And Scott.
"We are?" Kinsey and Allison said in unison.
Before the brunette knew it she was sitting on the bleachers beside Allison and Chris talking to the man about Scott, hoping that before the game started they'd be able to influence his mind on Scott. It was clear that the only reason he was here was to intimidate Scott and act like the typical dad who hates his daughter's boyfriend because nobody was good enough for her. The two girls were still waiting for Lydia's appearance on the bench as she personally gave each jock a pep talk to follow up the one that Kinsey had given them hoping that she'd be able to boost their confidence, though both presumed Lydia's was the more threatening rather than upbeat of the two. Cheers had already begun sounding through the air in anticipation for the game to begin while those who weren't cheering were placing their bets with everyone around them. Of course, Chris wasn't placing his bets on his daughter's boyfriend, he refused to have hope in the boy that his daughter was dating. He still couldn't believe he was letting her date at her age, he was a strong believer that nobody should be dating at the age of sixteen.
From the moment Allison had sat down on the cold bleachers she began babbling about her nerves for Scott, and how worried she was that she wouldn't quite understand the game no matter how many times Jackson had explained the rules to her. Or how many times Kinsey had tried to simplify it for her without all of those sports terms that she was sure didn't make sense to anyone- not just Allison. But Kinsey reassured her that with time, dating Scott and hanging around jocks like Jackson she would eventually pick up. At least she hoped that she did.
The whistle blew commencing the game, the Cyclones getting to the ball first giving them the first chance at scoring the first goal of this season which immediately riled up the crowd as Allison found herself already tightly gripping onto Kinsey's hands with nerves overwhelming her. Scott ran across the sidelines signaling his open position while the ball was passed between every team player besides him until it fell to the ground giving him his first chance to prove himself to not only Allison's father but everyone here to support the Cyclones tonight.
Eagerly, Scott ran towards the ball intending to score with it before Jackson got his payback for his dislocated shoulder by tackling the boy to the ground and snatching it for himself making the crowd all cringe in unison. But that lasted mere seconds as Jackson scored the first goal before Scott had managed to even pull himself off of the ground. All sympathy for the boy withered into nothing as they all jumped to their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs with more excitement than they believed possible. Even Kinsey screamed for Jackson's victory until her throat felt sore enough that she was sure she would lose her voice by the end of the night. Lydia realized this was the opportunity she'd been preparing for with the signs at their feet that she had made Kinsey decorate with her after the night at the hospital, so before the cheers died out she asked the two beside her to help hold up the signs which they graciously agreed to as they raised the sign reading "𝐖𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐕 𝐔 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍" high into the sky proudly.
With just under a minute and a half left of the game, tension was at an all-time high in the crowd as the Cyclone's opponents found themselves very much in the lead with five points to their three. Until half time things had been going well, and then they weren't. And things had turned awfully sour. Substitutes were made, and players were lost. Not a single goal made.
"Which one is Scott again?" Chris asked curiously, willing for any of the three girls to answer but he hadn't particularly expected his daughter to answer as she anxiously chewed on her purple glove. Even as a girl who didn't know much about lacrosse, she knew this wasn't good.
"Number 11." Kinsey retorted simply knowing Scott didn't need any further introduction after the exchange that Chris and Scott had an hour ago, that and the fact she didn't have the heart to point out Scott was the one who'd played the worst during this game. But that point was made anyway thanks to Lydia who found herself particularly salty towards Scott after he had injured Jackson as well as his performance in tonight's game. She didn't hesitate to speak the truth.
"Otherwise known as the only one who hasn't caught a single ball this entire game." The redhead deadpanned with a hateful tone lacing her words.
"I hope he's okay," Allison mumbled through her glove as her grip on Kinsey's hand grew tighter than before, almost cutting off the circulation in her cousin's hand with every minute passing.
"I hope we're okay. We need to win this." Lydia assured them as she stood up taking another sign with her as she held it up in the air, though the other two girls remained seated. Allison sat contemplating whether to cheer on the person who had kept the ball away from Scott the entire game. And with her grip on her hand, Kinsey couldn't have gotten up even if she wanted to, but even she knew that right now was more of a time for team spirit rather than just Jackson spirit. "Little help here, girls?" The two girls looked at one another questioning whether the other was going to stand up and as both nodded they stood to their feet holding onto the sign though it was clear they weren't proud of how easily they had given in.
With "𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 #𝟏" waving around the air the rest of the crowd took the lead of the girls and began cheering themselves, eagerly waiting to see if Jackson would be able to turn this game around within the last minute and twenty-nine seconds. Pumped up as ever Jackson and the opposing captain fought for the ball vigorously within a split second of the whistleblowing for what could have potentially been the final time. As the ball flew straight into the air Kinsey felt as though she stopped breathing for a moment, her blood circulation halting for a moment under Allison's grip that almost turned the girl's hand the same bright purple color of her own hat and gloves.
Their breathing didn't resume until both let out an impressed puff of air when Scott had used an opposing teammate to jump into the air and snatch the ball for himself, finally showing his potential as well as giving payback to Jackson. Scott ran across the field dodging everyone who made a pass at him leaving the girls on the edge of their seats with hope overwhelming them until he reached the other side with nobody to block his goal as he threw the ball straight into the net. Kinsey and Allison screamed at the top of their lungs as they jumped up from their seats and hugging for his victory though Lydia stayed sat still finding herself salty towards Scott, as well as the fact it hadn't been her star player boyfriend who had scored this time.
"Come on, Lyds. Don't hate the player. Hate the game." Kinsey teased as she looked down at the redhead who sat with folded arms and a scowl until she released an exasperated sigh, giving in as she clapped for Scott McCall's victory.
After that, it was as though the boy had been replaced by an all-star with his performance at what had to be the best they'd ever seen for a sophomore. The opposing team became threatened by the boy, even deliberately passing the ball to him so he could score the goal that would leave them in a tie. And that said goal had to be the goal that would always be remembered after it had broken straight through the goalie's net landing perfectly in the goal behind him leaving the crowd in a state of shock before they all created a simultaneous cheer that shook the very benches they sat on. Kinsey, Allison, and even Lydia had large smiles on their faces that nothing could wipe off after watching that goal and as the brunette looked towards Chris it was clear that even he found himself slightly impressed by his performance. With the scores at 𝟓-𝟓, the final forty seconds would see the stage for the rest of the season, bringing up everyone's hopes that the championship would be brought home for yet another year by the Cyclones. Kinsey had considered saying a little prayer for the brunette beside her so she could live out her high school fantasy of falling in love at first sight with a budding lacrosse player, and also the fact that she would be able to rub this in Jackson's face for all of eternity if Scott continued to outshine him.
Like the previous two times, Scott found himself with the ball from the moment that the referee had blown his whistle, but this time did differ from those. Rather than make a straight pass for the goal to score the goal that would declare them the winners Scott stood in the middle of the field in a panic with every opposing player surrounding him waiting to make a move of their own. Kinsey sat forward in her seat anxious to see what Scott would do as she bit on her knuckles knowing how it felt to be frozen in a sense of panic, though she hadn't had this many people staring at her when she was the main star during her kindergarten recital. So maybe it did slightly differ from her experience, but what was important was that she sympathized with the boy in this moment of clear desperation.
"Come on, Scott. Come on. Come on. Come on." Kinsey mumbled under her breath as her leg began to bounce up and down watching as grins grew on the opposing player's faces, which was visible even through their headgear. Scott had limited seconds before they made their move and tried to claim the winning goal for themselves. Neither team was willing to leave this on a draw.
𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
"You can do it, Scott," Allison reassured him from afar, as well as reassuring herself with her own words as she nervously looked at the brunette beside her who for once wasn't struggling under her grip. Kinsey smiled at her as she grabbed a hold of the brunette's hand showing that she was willing to lose her circulation if it helped her through her worrying for the boy on the field.
Five seconds left on the scoreboard.
Opposing players began charging towards Scott knowing it was now or never. He knew that too. With a single large swing of his arms, the boy strenuously threw the ball towards the goal landing it straight in the net claiming the triumph for the Cyclones. Louder than ever everyone cheered, running out onto the field to celebrate with their team as everyone jumped up and down eager to find the person/people they had come out to cheer on. While Allison ran out to find Scott, Kinsey and Lydia ran towards Jackson as the two of them hugged him tightly as they all proudly cheered in the middle of the field before sharing their joy with the players that surrounded them. At least if Beacon Hills didn't seem like the towns that she was used to with the popular high school bitches and the people who were nowhere near as friendly it lived up to providing the experience that everyone wants from high school with friends, team spirit no matter what the school sport was and being able to celebrate it all with everyone.
After the celebration Kinsey looked around to see that Stiles was stood alone without Scott, her Uncle Chris wasn't with Allison and the couple themselves wasn't on the field meaning that they had had to of gone somewhere else. She assumed that it would to be to make out and as much as she didn't want to interrupt that, it had to be done, otherwise, she'd spend the entire night waiting around on the field for Allison to peel herself off of Scott's lips. That could take a while. The brunette said a quick goodbye to Lydia and Jackson as well as telling her Uncle Chris to wait in the car while she went to find Allison, though he didn't seem too pleased about his daughter disappearing he would rather sit in the car with the heat on than out in the cold winter night.
Kinsey headed towards the school as her first place to look for the couple before she'd look on the parking lot, she hadn't looked back until she had gotten off of the field to see Stiles running up behind her breathlessly as though he'd been trying to catch up. Maybe he had been shouting her name this entire time and she had been too consumed in her thoughts to realize, it wouldn't have been the first time, or maybe she was just daydreaming again. Either way, she stopped to wait for Stiles to catch up to her assuming that he was on a similar mission as her, but he was probably looking for Scott rather than Allison.
"Hey, looking for Scott?" Kinsey asked as the boy stopped at her side, pausing for a moment to catch his breath before he spoke.
"Yeah." He nodded breathlessly. "You looking for Allison?"
"Yeah, do you know where they might be?"
After Stiles suggested the locker room the two of them headed there, Stiles taking the lead as he left the brunette to catch up to him rather than how it had been just a moment ago. Kinsey had noticed how Stiles seemed nervous as they walked through the halls, as though he was waiting for something bad to happen. Even though she knew the idea of walking in on Scott and Allison kissing or whatever they had chosen to get up to tonight wasn't particularly what either of them wanted she didn't think that that was enough to make Stiles look as nervous as he did. Kinsey walked in behind the nervous boy to the sounds of lips locking, before she had a chance to see if it was Allison and Scott Stiles had placed an arm out in front of her stopping her from going any further. Rather than ruining the new couples moment both of them held back, peeking around the corner of the lockers watching as Scott and Allison made out, maybe it was kind of creepy but they were just two teenagers happy for their best friend and cousin. How happy the two of them looked when they were together was the happiest that either Stiles or Kinsey had ever seen them. As sick as it made them feel sometimes, they could tell it was just pure and simple happiness, and for that neither were willing to interrupt this little moment of their first kiss.
When the two finally pulled away from each other and Allison suggested that she go and find her father and Kinsey before they wondered where she had gone, she began walking out of the locker room, only then had she spotted Stiles and Kinsey herself as they stood trying to act as casual as possible. Though some were better at it than others.
"Oh, Aly! Didn't see you there." Kinsey nervously chuckled while Stiles simply looked at her and shook her head, she wasn't fooling anyone with that. "Well, Stiles, it was nice catching up but-"
"Nice try, Kinsey. Come on." Allison shook her head with a smile.
"Right. Coming."
Kinsey gave the two boys a parting smile before following her cousin out of the locker room with a guilty smile across her face, this time was her payback for all the interrogating that Allison had done when she had picked her up from Stiles's house. Only this time it was guaranteed that something had happened between the two of them, Allison would never be able to live it down. That was what family was for. To always be there ready to embarrass their loved ones.