The following three days after their meet-up with Malia hadn't been as eventful as Stiles had hoped. Malia didn't seem to be enjoying being a human, but even thought Stiles knew that already he still wished she would learn to like it. Scott had tried to teach her control, but Malia wasn't really that easy to teach. Stiles noticed she bit her lips a lot when she was angry, and her cheeks turned rosy when she got frustrated. In about an hour she told them to leave, or well, kicked them out. Scott managed to get Malia to agree on helping her with the full moon, thought. She didn't come to school either.
Maybe she was scared she wouldn't pick up all the things she had been missing out on. But something told Stiles that wasn't the case. He knew in the back of his head Malia's plan would always be to go back. Stiles walked in silence out of her house with Scott by his side.
"Has Lydia updated on the basement issue? We really need it, or at least know if we can have it by the full moon", Scott said. Stiles shook his head. "No, she hasn't called. I'll talk to her tomorrow thought. And I'll get some new chains as well", Stiles mumbled. "Great. Well then we are almost all settled for this full moon at least", Scott put on his helmet and sat on his motorcycle.
"See you at school", He said, before turning on the engine and driving away. Stiles debated with himself on weather to leave or not. Standing outside Malia's house knowing she was inside made him really tempted to just say fuck it and go back. But by the looks of it Malia wasn't really in the mood for talking, matter of fact she never really seemed like she wanted to talk. But Stiles couldn't let the fact that he had taken her virginity just go away. Maybe he should?
He took a deep breath, and stared at the house, with his keys in his hands. No, he looked at his car and then opened it up, and sat inside it, without starting the engine or doing anything.
Oh god, he was such a creep. Lurking outside her house. What was the clock? He tried to take his phone to check but didn't feel it in his pocket. He tried the other one, but suddenly realized he had left it inside.
Well, at least now the decision was made for him.
Malia was mad. Mad because she didn't learn control. Mad because she was human. Mad because her father kept on looking at her as if she was an angel. Mad because she loved it, thought she knew she had caused him so much pain. She didn't want to cry about it.
Crying wasn't productive. Mostly she would hit something or throw something when she was mad. But she didn't want to destroy things in her fathers home. She had destroyed enough things of his. She sat down on the floor, breathing heavily. Her eyes burning. Oh god, she was so childish. But maybe that wasn't odd? Maybe it was only normal to be frustrated by the fact that she killed her own family, and was basically an animal trapped inside the body of a human? She felt one tear rush down her face, and dripping down her chin and hitting the floor.
She tried to hold the other tears back, but fighting it was hard and after a few seconds she couldn't hold it anymore. She hadn't cried in a long time, except for when she turned back and met her father for the first time in years. But that was different, those were tears of joy, these, they made her eyes hurt. They made her stomach hurt. They made her feel empty.
She could hear someone knocking. She didn't feel like opening at all, so she ignored it. If it was Scott he would probably get the hint after a while.
She tried to breath a little more calmly, but she couldn't concentrate with someone banging on the door. She finally stood up, and went to answer it. She tried to wipe away the tears as good as possible.
She opened the door, just revealing a fourth of her face in the crack.
"Yes?", She said.
"I forgot my phone", It wasn't Scott. It was Stiles. Malia didn't quite know why that made her feel better. Maybe it was because Scott would be able to smell her sadness, and feel morally obligated to comfort her in some ridiculous and annoying way.
Malia opened the door for him, and Stiles stepped inside.
They walked to the living-room and Stiles took the phone, he had left it on the living-room table.
Malia was careful to look down, not making eye-contact with Stiles. She could feel that her eyes were red.
"Um, so..", He brushed one hand trough his hair, and looked at her, in which she made the mistake to look back at him. He rased his eyebrows, immediately noticing the change of color in her eyes.
"Are you okay?", he asked. Malia looked back down. "Fine" she replied. He took a step closer, and she found herself taking a step back.
"I know today was rough, but really it's just a matter of time before you—"
"Stop, I'm fine" Malia said, becoming irritated with Stiles.
"You are not fine, and that's okay—",
"I don't want to talk", Malia cut of, once again. Stiles closed his mouth, and then opened it again. "Fine, I wont talk", Stiles said.
"Good", Malia muttered and sat down on the couch. Stiles sat down beside her as well. Malia didn't really know how to react. She both wanted him to leave, yet she found it comforting with him there. She heard his heartbeat, and found the sound of it very soothing. They sat in silence for three minutes, before Stiles broke it of.
"I know you want to go back", He looked at her. "Leave all this behind. I get it. I would too, you know. But maybe I'm just being selfish when I say I really do hope you stay here—", he began. Malia didn't want to interrupt him - she didn't even have anything good to interrupt with.
"But I'm willing to help you go back. If that is really what you want. I can do some research", Stiles said. "Thank you", Malia replied, staring into the bottomless eyes of his. They where so dark sometimes.
"I'm gonna go now", Stiles said, standing up, in which Malia grabbed his hand.
"Don't", she said, standing up. He seemed surprised. Malia could feel his heartbeat raise.
"You can stay. I mean, if you want to", she suggested. Stiles looked at her, realizing they were standing awfully close to each other.
Before really thinking it trough Stiles gently grabbed her waist. Malia pulled him closer by reflex. She bit her lips, stared at his. She shouldn't kiss him. She really shouldn't. He wasn't a toy. She couldn't just kiss him like this. She didn't want to make him think she was considering staying. She felt relief knowing that he knew that she wanted to go back. Because then maybe he wouldn't get attached. And maybe then it justified it all. Maybe, just maybe. She noticed he was staring at he lips as well, and without even remotely thinking it trough she kissed him. He kissed her back, grabbing her face with one hand and the side of her neck with the other. The kiss was intense, and Malia felt more dominate. He tasted of gum, and she probably tasted of salt from all the tears. But he didn't seem to mind. She ran her hands trough the messy hair of his, feeling his kiss wander to her neck. She couldn't help but to shiver, and lightly moan.
He then kissed her lips again, one playful, and then one more intense.
Suddenly Malia heard something, a ringing sound. She broke of the kiss, whereby Stiles swore. He looked at his phone, and looked at the screen. He then looked at her.
"Pick up", she said. "But—", Stiles mumbled, but still followed her orders.
"Yeah dad.. Oh, shoot, I forgot. Yes I know, Yeah.. Well then just—", It seemed as if Stiles father was very unhappy with something, Malia could hear him saying 'the fifth time' and 'this is really it, I'm done with all this nonsense' and so on.
After a two minutes Stiles finally hung up. "You should go home", Malia said. Stiles looked at her and nodded. "See you at school then?", He asked.
"Maybe" she replied.
