BLOOD MONEY , stiles stilinski

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BLOOD MONEY

chapter twenty-five; tattoo
[ season three - episode one ]

Her thumb hovered over his name on her phone, like it had all summer.
Still, four months later, she didn't know where the two of them stood in their relationship. If it could be called that. Perhaps friendship was more appropriate. Fairer to him. There were some undeniable feelings there, there always had been, ones that neither of them had ever acted on before, she had been too busy convincing herself they weren't real, that was just one of a select few unfair things she had done to Stiles Stilinski.

She didn't deserve to think of whatever it was that she had with him to have a formal title, that would be just as unfair as everything else she had done. Telling him that she had to keep away from him because she was scared of him getting hurt, equally scared of getting hurt herself too. Or when she had jumped on the first flight to France without as much as a goodbye. She tried to do things in his best interest, but they never seemed to go to plan, if anything, they hurt him, it seemed to be a trait of hers now. Though she wasn't sure whether it had come from her mother or her father, the two seemed to be as bad as each other. That was part of being born to both an Argent and a Hale.

Her entire summer had been spent coming to terms with that.

Peter was one of the few people in Beacon Hills that the girl had stayed in contact with while in France, she still tried to fulfill the dreams of her younger self in having a relationship with a dad, but when the man she was supposed to call dad was Peter Hale, it seemed best to be done from a distance. A far enough distance that she couldn't be hurt by the man. Building a relationship with him was just another thing that proved difficult during her time away, it wasn't easy trying to get to know each other from two different continents, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. By the time she had come to terms with the idea of Peter being her father, she had been in France for two months already, it had taken that long for it to finally hit her.

For the remainder of the summer, the two of them had kept daily contact with each other as the man tried to act fatherly, asking about her day, how she was, and as she had asked him to do, he kept her updated on any werewolf business that happened in her absence. The kind that of wolf business that she promised her uncle she would stay out of, but when her father was one, it was easier said than done.

The things that her father told her were the closest thing she had to a distraction, knowing about a pack of Alphas that had left their mark on the door of the Hale house was what occupied every hour she spent staring at the ceiling trying to fall asleep. It was better than the other option- the boy who she left behind. From Paris, she had tried to do all of the digging she could on the Alpha pack who planned on coming for her family, everything she found she sent to either her father or another werewolf she found herself in frequent contact with- Isaac. They'd developed quite the strong friendship over past months, something the two of them never thought would happen, it seemed there was once a split second when there was the possibility of being something more, but the distance had made Kinsey realize that her heart had grown fonder for others. They were content with the friendship they'd forged, consisting of teasing and occasional flirting, it was the way it worked for them, and it was what had gotten them both through the summer.