Hey people! Here's the second chapter. Thanks so much for reading my fic, I really appreciate it! I just want to say that I dont know much about education in the US cos I live in England so I'm sorry if I haven't written the school part accurately. Anyways, hope you enjoy xxx

The next morning Stiles stumbled into the school corridors with one of the worst headaches he'd ever had. "Screw Scott for letting me get drunk on a Sunday night," he thought. He managed to reach his locker when he was met by the person he wanted to see the least, Malia.

"Hey, Stiles." She said cheerfully

"Um, Malia? Wha-what are you doing here? We broke up. Remember?" He said grumply. Although that was probably because of the hangover.

"So?"

"So Malia. It's a little awkward talking to you right now, well because you dumped me. It's just weird, okay? I know you spent most of your life as a coyote but that concept can't be that hard to grasp for you, can it?" He said in a way that made him sound a little too heart broken.

"Well, I don't feel awkward. I think it's simple. We were dating and now we're not. But I still like you Stiles. I want you to be happy so... friends?" As Malia finished her sentence, she extended her hand offering it to him to shake.

Stiles was dumbfounded by the statement Malia just made but it made sense.

"Uhh okay. Friends!" They shook on it.

Still feeling as if he'd been trampled on by a hundred elephants, Stiles slumped into his seat. He groaned as he attempted to grab his maths textbooks from his bag. His limbs felt heavy and so his actions were a lot more difficult than usual. He heard a giggle from somewhere and attempted to turn his body round to where it was coming from but failed and so just turned his head instead.

"You think this funny Lydia?" He said in an accusing, yet playful way.

"A little. But mostly I just find you entertaining in general." She replied as equally as playful Stiles.

"Was that meant to be a complement, Miss Martin? Because it didn't feel like a complement." Stiles said, mock hurt.

"Oh, Stiles it can be whatever you want it to be." Answered with a semi patronising tone.

"Okay class," their maths teacher interrupted, "today we will just be doing revision of what we've been doing so far this semester. Please turn to page 360 in your textbooks."

The sound of mumbling and pages turning wasn't enough to distract Malia from flirtation going on between her ex boyfriend and a little Miss Martin."Hmmm," she thought to herself, "I spy a spark."

It was lunchtime. The 'inner circle' sat together. Theo positioned himself right next to Scott straight away, Scott wasn't that interested as he was to busy thinking about Kira's problem, Liam and Hayden sat opposite each other making puppy dog eyes, Mason stared over at the lacrosse field at the incredibly hot boys and Stiles sat on the other side of Scott wondering where the hell Lydia and Malia were.

Elsewhere, Lydia walked from the cafeteria towards the pack's usual seating area outside when she was stopped by a certain werecoyote.

"Lydia! Wait!" Malia shouted.

Lydia stopped and turned around, waiting for Malia to catch up to her.

"What?" Lydia said a little to impatiently as Malia met her.

"Walk with me." Malia ignored Lydia's flabbergasted expression and just kept walking. She knew where Lydia was headed.

Lydia was more than a little shocked that Malia wanted to walk with her to lunch. Sure, they had spent time together but it was usually as requested by someone else and that someone was mostly Stiles. Her mind wandered for a second at the thought of Stiles but she quickly snapped out of it.

"So, you and Stiles." Malia teased.

"Sorry...WHAT?" Lydia stopped in her tracks. What was Malia implying? That Lydia was trying to steal Stiles away from her? Lydia would never do that. It was so against the girl code.

"You know, you and Stiles" Malia said again.

Lydia could not believe what she was hearing Malia seriously thought this low of Lydia? Sure, she had once been a popular 'bitch' who hid her academic talent but even then she'd never attempt to steal someone else's boyfriend. No matter how attractive they had become! There she was again. Daydreaming about Stiles. She had to stop doing that.

"Look Malia. I would never dream of stealing anyone's boyfriend. I'm just not li-" she was interrupted by Malia, mid sentence.

"Oh, don't worry. Me and Stiles aren't dating anymore. We broke up."

"Um. What? When? Umm...How?" Lydia tried to say it solemnly but it came out a little to cheerful for someone who was trying to comfort their friend after a breakup.

Malia noticed Lydia's heart racing. She explained everything. How she had broken it off with Stiles on saturday because there was nothing between them anymore, how he'd tried to stop her leaving and even up to the point where they'd agreed to stay friends afterwards. Lydia listened well, every so often adding the odd friendly gasp or word of encouragement.

They talked until they reached the table, where they were met by the whole gang. They were all enjoying eating their lunch (though Liam and Hayden seemed to be more engrossed in each other's eyes). Stiles looked up from his sandwich and moved his eyes swiftly to Lydia as she sat down. Malia couldn't help noticing how fast both Stiles and Lydia's hearts were beating as soon they lay eyes on each other.

"Oh, there it is again,"she thought once more, "that little spark."

Thanks for reading! I apologise for any typos. Sometimes my spelling isn't that great! Hope you liked this chapter despite its flaws. xx