Chapter 2: Warning.

The next day, Stiles was walking Lydia to her class when he saw Malia struggling to open her locker.

"Should we go help her?" He asked Lydia.

"Nah, she'll get it." She said,"Doesn't matter anyway. Looks like Jacksons helping her. Poor girl." She said, at little sympathy in her voice at the end.

"Yeah. Poor Malia." Stiles said. He felt a little jealously rise up him but before anything that he could feel guilty for was there he pushed it away.

—

Malia had been trying to open her locker for ages. She had the put the code in a million times but it never worked. She was getting so frustrated. She also hated all the laughs she was getting as people were walking by.

She was about to give up when she felt a hand on her shoulder, "Need help?" She heard a male's voice say from behind her.

"Uh, yeah. I can't get this to unlock. I've put the code in like a million times. It still won't work." She explained.

"Yeah uh, you have to push it down while you're putting the code in." He explained.

"Oh! Of course! Thank you so much." She thanked him.

"No problem, I'm Jackson." He said.

"Malia. Thanks again. I'll see you around, Jackson." She said before running off to class.

—

At lunch, Malia sat with Scott, Alison and Stiles again. They were talking about nothing until Stiles asked Malia,"So your locker wasn't working this morning?"

"Yeah but this guy, Jackson I think helped me." She explained and Scott and Alison shared worried expressions.

"Stay away from him, Malia. He's bad news. He's Lydia's ex-boyfriend." Alison warned her.

"Oh really? He seemed really nice." Malia said, frowning.

"Yeah, but he's not. So just stay away for him." Stiles said, a little more aggressive than he thought it would come out. Scott gave him a weird look.

"Thanks for the warning." Malia said.

"Your welcome." Alison and Stiles said at the same time.

"Oh she meant you." Stiles muttered.

—

After lunch, Stiles walked Malia to her science class because it was just a couple of doors down from his History class.

"See you later, Malia." Stiles said.

"Wait, could you um give me a ride home? My dad's working." Malia asked. She knew she could catch the bus, but she wanted to spend more time with Stiles.

"Uh, I only have room for two in my jeep and I'm already giving Lydia a ride. I'm really sorry." He told her and it was true. He didn't know why, but he felt really bad and actually kinda of wanted her in the car with him instead of Lydia.

"Right, of course." Malia said before walking into class quickly.

—

After school, Malia walked out of school and to the bus stop. On her way, she saw Lydia and Stiles by his jeep. It looked like they were fighting about something. She obviously had no idea what, but when Lydia saw her, she shot her a death glare that made Malia flinch, so from that she thought that maybe it was about her.

Maybe I should back off Stiles. She thought. She didn't want end up being that really clingy friend that can't get over the fact he's already taken.