A few days later...
"So she just sneaks in?" Scott asked as we walked through the school gates, clearly amused by my antics.
"Yep, she does it practically every night!" He laughed as I went on, stopping briefly when he heard Stiles call his name. We both turned around as the boy walked towards us, greeting him with a casual bro-shake as he asked what was up.
Scott looked at me sceptically, already holding back laughter, "Girlfriend issues," he quickly concluded, winking at Stiles. The awkward boy looked at me, confused as to what he meant.
"I thought you guys were really good together!" He proclaimed, rather shocked as he pondered our relationships premature end.
"We are!" I cut in, growing defensive of Malia. "Scott's just being an ass!" I said mockingly, playfully pushing him with a little help from my werewolf strength, and he went tumbling backwards.
"Hey!" He shouted, regaining his balance as we all started walking to class. "It's not my fault your girlfriend wants to be the big spoon every night..." He mumbled to Stiles, knowing full well that I could hear him. The pair laughed and I shook it off, deciding to stop sooner rather than later, when it was too late.
We spent the next few minutes talking about Mexico, and most importantly, Derek. What the plan was, if there ever was a plan. We hadn't heard from Lydia or Deaton over night, so we'd assumed that nothing had happened thus far.
Before we knew it, we were a couple corridors away from our History class, with the one and only Mr. Yukimura. "Shit." I muttered under my own breath, quickly coming to a halt. The other two boys turned to look at me, "I left my books in my locker, Scott would you mind coming with me?" They exchanged a look, and Stiles nodded at Scott, turning away and heading off to class.
As we turned a corridor, I started talking to Scott again, "Sorry, I kind of had something I wanted to ask you about..." My voice trailed off, waiting for his go ahead.
He nodded at me, "Sure. Anything," He was back to being the serious alpha, which is what I needed for this, very, very, very, awkward conversation.
"Well, it's," I stuttered, searching nervously for the right words as we reached my locker, and my hands started fumbling at the lock, "It's kind of... personal." I finally admitted. He didn't speak, just nodding along, showing his support as he gave me time to think of the right words. "Well, Malia and I... We're really kind of... Urm... Physical, I suppose." I stopped, resting my head on my locker door to hide my embarrassment.
Thankfully he finished for me, "and you're scared of losing control."
"How did you-?" He jumped in before I could even finish.
"You kind of woke me up last night, I heard you telling her about Rachel," I pulled away from the metal door, turning to look at him, "Which by the way, was very good of you. She deserved to know that." 'She also deserves to know who her father is'; I quickly thought to myself, holding in the urge to say it, knowing that it wasn't the time or place.
"It's just that whenever we get... Intimate," I said quietly, far too awkward to be spoken aloud, "I get all, I don't know, wolfy!"
Scott chuckled a bit, clearly not understanding the serious tone in my voice, or the concerned expressions on my face. "I was like that when I first got with Allison," He explained, smiling at the memories. "But, Malia isn't Allison; she understands how hard it is to keep control."
I scoffed, that word annoyed me so much, 'control'. Nowadays everything was about control. Control this, control that. I'll tell you now, in my eyes, there is no such thing as control. It's passed off as some sort of easy way to taming the beast inside you, and that when you finally get it you will finally overpower you're animal instincts. Not for me. The only way I can stay in control is to dominate my body, my mind. You have to fight for it, to have a reason to fight for it. Yes, it got easier as each full moon passed by, but never will it go away.
"But I don't want her to have to understand, you know?" I asked, seeing if he caught my drift. "I want it to be normal, and most of all I want it to be good."
He smiled again, this time it was more sincere, as if he knew exactly what I was going through. "I'll be honest with you; it takes strength, and a lot of it." I opened my locker as he spoke; reaching in to grab my books and put them into my bag, slightly wishing I'd never asked him about this extremely embarrassing issue. "But," He reached out and shut my locker, catching my attention again, "the second I realised that Allison was my anchor, I never had to worry about hurting her. And that's what Malia is to you!" He poked me in the chest, emphasising his point.
I sighed, unsure of whether I should trust him. "But how do you know that you won't hurt her?"
He put a hand on my shoulder, "Because when you're that close to someone, your wolf side instantly recognises them, it knows that they're not a threat." I smiled back at him, appreciative of his advice.
"Thanks man, I just want to make her happy, I mean I love her and I just need this to go..." I instantly brought my hand to my mouth as it hung wide open, gobsmacked as to what I'd just said. I looked to Scott with wide eyes; he was just smiling, holding back a snigger.
"You love her!" He exclaimed proudly.
"No... No I don't!" I shouted back defensively, opening my locker back up, fumbling with my history books again.
He started to laugh hysterically at my embarrassed stature, "Yes you do! You just said it!"
"No I didn't!" I spat back. He doubled over, his sides starting to hurt from all the laughter. I left it at that, returning my attention to my book as I swiped them into my bag. By the time I was done, Scott was back at my side, this time with a slightly more serious expression. "Hey, what's that?" He pointed up to the calendar on the inside of my locker door; it was filled with green, yellow and red marks.
"It's my control calendar, to help me keep track of how I'm doing." He moved closer to it, flipping through the pages, inspecting it.
"What do all the different colours mean?"
"Well, green means it was a good day, no shifting or issues; yellow means there may have been a small problem, but something that could have been easily avoided; and red means that it was really freakin' bad..." As I finished he turned back on to the first month I'd turned, where the calendar was practically plastered in red dots.
"There used to be a lot of reds," He pointed out, stating the obvious, before flipping back to the current page, "but now it's all green!" He patted my back, congratulating me, "I'm proud of you, you're doing really well."
I looked back at him gratefully, "I couldn't have done any of it without you."
Our emotional moment was disrupted when we heard coach shouting from the other end of the corridor, "McCall! Hoyt! Get your asses to class or it's detention for the pair of you!" And with that we ran in the opposite direction, quickly arriving at Mr Yukimura's class.
As we approached I could hear him questioning somebody on the potentially greatest president we've ever had, and by the lack of answer I instantly knew who it was he was asking. I opened the door, quickly looking over to Malia's seat, where she was sitting so innocently, multiple text books laid out on her desk, highlighters hanging out of her mouth and a lost expression over her face.
"Abraham Lincoln!" I announced as I walked in, "But I'm sure Malia was just about to tell you that," I finished, walking up to the empty desk in front of her, winking at her before taking a seat.
"Thank you, Malia." Yukimura replied, and the class let out a few sniggers and chuckles when I heard Malia whisper something from behind.
"Thank you." I smiled, not needing to respond.
Breaking the laughter in the class, a phone went off. Mr Yukimura's expressions changed instantly as he shouted at the class, "I said phone's off!"
There were several whispers as people realised it was his own phone, until Kira finally told him.
"Oh..." He responded, suddenly very embarrassed. He turned around, taking the device off the desk before reading it aloud. "Scott, call Lydia." He sounded confused, but we weren't. Something had happened at the clinic. Something bad.
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