Malia
I'm up by the time my first alarm clock goes off, a weird tingling invades my stomach as I slowly open my eyes, taking in the dark room before me.
Stiles was going to be here soon and I had to get ready, but I can't help but think of his hopeful words in my brain.
We were going to be the most fake believable couple, ever.
Of course, I did trust Stiles, and I knew we could pull it off, I just hoped that all these heartfelt attempts were working, and somehow it got back to Scott's dad that I was off the market.
I was glad to be helping Scott because he did a lot for me when my mom died, including helping me get through it, we both knew what it was like to lose something important, Scott lost his father, and he refused to admit it, his dad was gone for almost three years, battling an alcohol addiction, I was there for him when Stiles was in the process of losing his mother, we were all just kids, but at least we had each other.
It was my turn to pay Scott back for each supportive hug and warm word he said to me, even if it meant my dad somehow finding out, I was going to do it.
I begrudgingly make my way out of my warm bed, my cold toes touch the floor, and I shiver lightly, walking to my oversized wooden closet, I open it up, and search through until I find a pair of black jeans, and a light gray v-neck t-shirt, I run my hands through my long brown hair, and sigh lightly.
I hope Stiles is here with the coffee soon, I don't think I can survive another minute without it.
I brush my hair, braiding it into a long braid down my back, I take a quick glance in the mirror, and the weird feeling in my stomach has disappeared.
My phone beeps from the place on the bed and I pick it up going to my texts.
Stiles: good morning fake girlfriend, I'll be there with your coffee in about five minutes, did you sleep well?
I smile lightly at the text Stiles sent me, he always seemed to care for me, especially when he knew I was so nervous the night before.
Yes, I slept well, good morning fake boyfriend, can't wait to kiss that coffee cup in your hand!
I picture him smiling lightly as he starts his blue jeep, and the hair on my arms stand up a little bit as I think about him coming here soon.
Why? Why did I feel like this?
Almost like I was anticipating being there with him.
I shake my head lightly as I go to the bathroom, carefully applying my makeup like Lydia taught me, once I'm satisfied I quickly brush my teeth, and throw my purple backpack over my shoulder, I wasn't scared for math today, since Stiles tutored me yesterday.
I walk downstairs and kiss my dad on his soft cheek, he smiles at me as he hands me a piece of toast, and I take it, quick to much on it, mostly because at this moment I felt a little guilty, and I didn't want to talk and ruin things.
"Stiles coming to pick you up?" He asks, turning towards me, his reading glasses down on the bridge of his nose as he stares into my brown eyes.
I swallow the piece of toast I've been munching on as I nod lightly.
"That's good." He comments idly, and I nod again, as I take another bite of toast, but I can feel the guilt creep into my stomach, as I keep my eyes on my father.
I was lying to him.
He flicks through the newspaper, and for once I'm glad his preying eyes are not on me, relief floods into my body as I hear the car horn outside.
Stiles was here.
"Well, I have to go dad, I'll see you later, okay?" I say as I lean over and kiss his cheek again, he smiles at me, as I throw on my backpack, downing the rest of my toast, I kick on my black high-tops as I walk out the door, purple backpack over my shoulder, ready to start the day.
I get outside, the warm sunshine on my face as I squint out towards my driveway, there Stiles sits, scrolling through his phone, his face in pure concentration.
I notice he's holding a purple mug and I smile as I get into the jeep, sitting next to him, I slowly close the door, as my fingers brush his to get the purple mug out of his hand, his head snaps up in surprise as he realizes that I am right next to him.
"Hey." He says softly as I take a long sip of coffee, my eyes close at the immediate warmth in my stomach, as the coffee slides down my throat.
Just what I needed.
"Hey." I say as I finally open my eyes, and he's pulling out of my drive way.
I take the time to look at him as he drives, how his pale hands grip the steering wheel, his face looking at the sights out in front of him, he's dressed in khaki brown shorts and a red polo, his hair is slicked back on top, and I notice his eyes dancing over to me as he drives, as if he's thinking of starting a conversation, but he doesn't know how.
"So, are you nervous for the game?" I ask, looking over at him, the purple mug of coffee is cradled in my hand, as I wait for him to respond.
He licks his lips slowly, as if he's lost in deep thought, slowly he shakes his head.
"I mean.. not really." He says, as he stops at a stop light, his body turns towards me.
"Happy that you're there to cheer me on." He says in a serious tone, and I find myself staring out the window, so I don't have to meet his brown eyes.
It's comments like that, that make me feel good, but then I think about my dad.
He presses on the gas pedal again, and I try to hide the slight discomfort in my face, but when I feel his hand go over mine, I turn towards him.
"Don't worry about your dad, Malia, it's going to be fine, Scott's dad is leaving soon and then we can go back to being strangers." He promises, but I catch a hint of sadness in his brown eyes.
I bite my lip, as I slowly intertwine my fingers with him.
"I don't want to be strangers, Stiles, I just want to stop lying to my dad." I say in a flat tone, and he nods, as he gives my hand a light squeeze.
I think about how close we have become, and how good it feels to have someone by my side that can relate and want to listen to the crazy things that go inside my mind.
His thumb brushes over my skinny knuckles in comfort and I smile as I turn to him.
Every thing was going to be alright.
He parks in the same spot he does every day, as he turns off the jeep, he lets go of my hand and I feel my body slowly tense up at the loss of comfort, but I push away any of these feelings before they invade my brain again.
"See you at lunch?" He asks, as he gets out of the jeep, and I set the purple mug in the cup holder, as I nod, I close the door of his jeep, and he walks over to me, there's a lot of people in sight, all staring at us, waiting for our next move, and I feel my stomach flip flop lightly as he walks towards me, grabbing my face in his hands, their cold against my face, but I don't protest as his soft lips land down on mine, the kiss is so quick that I almost forget that he is there.
His brown eyes linger on mine, and I look down slowly, feeling a small blush across my cheeks.
He must think I'm an idiot for acting so aloof.
He turns away, letting go of my face, and I bite my lip, as I watch him walk away, my lips tingle from the kiss, as I pull my backpack higher, ready to start the day.
By the time lunch rolls around I've forgotten about the kiss, my mind focuses on other things, Lydia and Allison are by my side again, talking about recent events at school, but I zone them out as I sit down with my food, starving since I only ate one piece of toast.
I'm digging into my food as Scott comes into the lunch room with Stiles and I smile at them, as I stuff another french fry in my mouth.
They are dressed in their uniforms, Stiles lacrosse shirt sticks to his body in the hot heat, his hair is a little messy, but he still smiles at me, as I wave.
That was my fake boyfriend.
Once they get their food, our whole pack sits down with me, Stiles wastes no time stuffing his face with food, and I laugh lightly, as I watch him inhale his burger, my fingertips tap against the wooden table as I chew, thoughtfully.
"So, how is everyone?" Scott asks us, his eyes wander to me mostly, and I smile at him, making a small thumbs up sign, I dip my fry in ketchup eating it.
But I can't help but notice Stiles eyes on me, as he watches me, and I raise my eyebrow at him.
He's quick to speak.
"Well, I for one am good, and I can't wait to kick these timberland asses." He says, his mouth is full, and I smile at him, as I nod.
"Yeah!" I reply as I raise my fist in the air, and Stiles bumps it.
Lydia and Allison glances my way, and I shrug my shoulders at them, as if to say I'm fist bumping my friend.
Sometimes they really annoyed me.
Lunch goes by the fastest and soon I'm on the lacrosse field, my legs are crossed as I sit on the bench with Lydia, she glances my way again, and I roll my eyes as I turn to her.
"What?" I ask out loud, annoyed.
"You two seem cozy." is all she comments as she crosses her arms.
"It's an act, Lydia." I say in a flat tone as I stare out into the field, the lacrosse players run out across the field, and I notice Stiles running, his wooden stick in his hands, as he lines up behind Scott.
He turns towards me, winking, and I smile, as I clap my hands, some girls stare at me, and I wonder if everyone knows how we are dating.
"Sometimes acts turn into feelings." Lydia points out, and I roll my eyes as I laugh.
As if Stiles would ever have feelings for me, or I would have feelings for him, we're just friends, helping out a friend.
"We're just friends." I say again, as I sit back down, they game begins, and Lydia finally shuts up, but not before I hear her small hum of agreement.
I bite my lip lightly, I don't want to consider the possibility, because it's impossible, Stiles and I are friends, we've been friends for years, and no amount of fake dating will ever change that.
(Ok, so this is a relatively long update for you guys, I hope you enjoy it, I was going to make Stiles get hurt in the next chapter, so you can see what's going on in his head about Malia, also a possible flashback on what happened earlier that day and why Scott was eyeing Malia, please review and rate! Thank you so much for reading this story, it means a lot to me.)