Stiles
"Stop avoiding me, Malia." I say, watching as she walks past me, she stops dead in her tracks and turns around. It's the next day and I was tracking down Malia in between classes, somehow she always got away but I finally cornered her in the hallway.
I stand across from her, taking her in, her hair is in a high pony tail, and I see she has small bags under her eyes, her outfit consists of black joggers and a low neck hoodie, she looks exhausted. My eyes furrow in concern.
"Hey, you're alive." She jokes with a light smile, it makes my heart flutter for a second, but her voice doesn't match her eyes, they stare into mine, and I sense a bit of fear in them. I don't want to make things more awkward between us, she was obviously avoiding me for a reason, I just couldn't figure out what that reason was.
"Yeah, just a few bruises." I mumble, as I step closer to her, I see her flinch slightly, as she licks her lips, thinking of an answer.
"Well, that's great, you fell pretty hard, I was...concerned." She says, swallowing a little, her blue eyes half-heartily staring into mine.
"Why didn't you come see me in the hospital, Malia?" I ask, looking at her. Her eyes gaze elsewhere, as she plays with her thumbs.
"I was tired." She begins, and I can already tell she's lying, her voice is softer now, and her nose is crinkling a little.
"Malia, please." I whisper, taking her hands into mine, their cold, as I squeeze them, my thumb brushing against the her frail wrist bone. She begins to pull back but I hold tighter. I just need the truth.
"Stiles, stop." She says, pulling her hands away, finally, and now mine feel strangely cold, and there's a slight ache in my chest. I decide to do the thing I probably shouldn't I lean down and kiss her right on her mouth, her eyes flutter close for a second, I see it, the yearning for another kiss on her face, she pulls back slowly, biting her bottom lip, as my hands caress her soft cheeks, pulling her closer to me. Our breaths mix, and it's much hotter in this hallway then I thought. We are alone. And I feel better.
"Scott's dad is gone, isn't he?" She asks, her eyes still closed.
"I've fallen in love with you, Malia." I whisper,feeling my heart beat faster at the word love, ignoring her question, my thumb brushes against her soft lips. I hear her sharp intake of breath, as she finally opens her eyes, there are tears in them, and I feel my heart sink to my converse shoes as I stare at her. Will she break my heart or restart it? It feels like awhile until she speaks.
"No, you haven't," She says firmly, and her hands reach up to remove my hands from her face. I feel the the same way I did when the wind was knocked out of me, when I fell to the ground at my lacrosse game, my eyes widen. Of course, I love you. I think in my head, as I stare at her.
"You just love the idea of me, Stiles." Her harsh words cut like a knife and my hands finally drop to their sides, I feel light headed as I stare into her blue eyes, searching for any sign of love in them. They remain as cold as the ocean.
"You got hurt, you're not yourself." She says simply.
I swallow hard, nodding my head, although I don't agree, I know she just wants to be alone, but I desperately wish to know what's going on within her thoughts at this moment.
"No, that's not true and you know it, Malia please don't do this." I almost beg, hearing my own weak voice in my ear, I didn't understand why she was doing this, did she not know that I care for her?
"You looked out for me when I had no one." I say in a low whisper, looking up into her big blue eyes.
"I know you feel it, too." I whisper, leaning into her a little, her breath hitches, and I can't decide if that's a good or bad sign. My hands cup her cheeks, my thumb grazing her jawline lightly.
"Prove me wrong." I say in a firm voice.
"Tell me you feel nothing and I'll let you go, promise." I say, keeping my eyes on hers, daring her to look away.
"Were you not going to tell me that Scott's dad was leaving?" She asks instead, catching me off guard, I hated it when she did that, I swallow hard, looking into her eyes.
"I..." I start, but she raises her hand to shush me, her eyes on me.
"I can't believe you would be that selfish." She says, her voice in a low whisper.
"You'd keep using me, using me for.. emotional comfort?!" She says, her voice is louder now, and I can tell from her clenched hands that she's pissed with me.
"I just.. I thought.. you'd feel the same." I say, my hands are still on her cheeks, but she takes them off, putting them against my chest.
Her hands are shaking within mine, and she finally pulls her hands free.
"Don't come looking for me." She says, her voice is in pure disgust as she walks away, and I watch her helpless, feeling tears in my eyes, she doesn't look back, why would she? She was right, I was using her for comfort, completely forgetting she was as broken as me.
(I wanted a happy ending)