Strong with a K

Boiling Point

If I had ever drank before, I would imagine this is what a hangover would feel like.

A really bad, vomit-inducing, head-pounding hangover.

Not only did I screw up my relationship with Kate Argent---which I admittedly couldn't find it in myself to feel regretful about---I also said some not so nice things to my best friend, got into a screaming match with Ella, and clawed through one of Derek's favorite shirts.

He chained me up in his dark dank basement and left me alone to cool off. For the entire night, I sat there angry and hurt and bloodthirsty, completely fueled by the primal need buried deep inside me.

When the morning came, and the adrenaline was gone, all that was left was a hurt hole in my heart. All the anger had slowly leaked out of me by now and I was all that was left, an empty shell.

Laura had come to let me out and I had cried on her shoulder. About me. About my family. About her brother.

Ironic right?

So after traveling back home and changing for school, washing my face free of tears and reinforcing my uncaring mask, the one I used to wear all the time before Derek Hale came along, I stood at my locker staring into the grey emptiness completely and utterly broken down.

They came up to me arm in arm, giggling at each other. "Hey Kamina."

I didn't answer.

"Are you okay Kam?"

That was Paige. Always the concerned one, the selfless one.

"Do the people you talk to always want to shoot themselves in the face?"

Silence followed my inquisition and I finally turned to them, closing my locker and leaning against it.

"Um...no." She said, laughing it off, trying to give me an out that I didn't want nor need. "My cello audition went great by the way!"

"Interesting." I dead panned arms crossed over my chest.

She went on though the smile wavered on her face. "I know you told me to tell you when I heard any news. I really think I have a shot and they said that I could do it while I'm in college too, which is great." She wrung her hands together nervously glancing at her boyfriend who smiled lovingly back at her.

"I know you really wanted to be there, but Derek told me how you weren't feeling well. And don't worry, he was supportive enough for the both of you." She squeezed his hand sending him another look and I decided that I couldn't take it anymore.

I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy that they were a couple. I wasn't happy that I couldn't control myself yesterday. I wasn't happy that Derek abandoned me and that Paige was such a saint. I wasn't happy with who I was and I wasn't happy with the people around me.

And I could no longer pretend that I was. I was too exhausted to pretend for them right now, best friends or not.

"Listen Paige this is all really really fascinating, but I'm really tired. Can I pretend to listen some other time?" Her face finally fell; and, my heart broke because I wished I was like her and I wished she didn't have to have someone like me as her best friend.

She didn't deserve it, not any of it but she was linked to me and she was linked to Derek and somehow, sometime, she was bound to get burnt.

Derek frowned at me, "What's wrong with you Kam? Don't act like a bitch to her." I stared at him for a while because he'd directed that word at me and it didn't sound like he'd regretted it one bit.