Author's note: Did you survive Malia's dorkness last episode? Did you survive Malia and Peter's little interaction? I DIDN'T. But then I came back from the dead just to write this little things for you guys.

Thank you so much for reading, you're all so lovely! Hope you like the chapter and I want to write more soon.

SIX

"I suck." Malia complained looking down and pouting.

"What?" Stiles asked and then remembered the class they just had. "No! Of course not."

"Yes, I do."

She was convinced at it, he couldn't deny. But she wasn't right about it, so it was his duty to make her realize it. So Stiles reached for the many books and papers she was holding, trying to organize them somehow and give her space to open her locker.

"Look, you know you're a little behind, and we know that maybe it's probably too much in such short time, but" he continued; Malia was still pouting "I also know that you're brilliant in so many ways, and you are so, so smart." She started to stash her things in the locker. "I'm pretty sure you'll get the hang of it very soon."

"Are you?" she asked, still not meeting his eyes, even when she took the books one by one from his arms.

"In fact, I'm certain you'll do great. We are all here to help you, Mal-I got this." He interrupted, when some of the papers fell on the floor and quickly fished them. Stiles couldn't help but notice how she had written his name in red paint with a heart in almost single sheet of paper and it made him smile. That girl… needed to know the truth. Soon. He looked at her and she finally raised her eyes to his. "Well… actually, my name is spelled with only one L, but-"

Malia immediately snatched the papers from his hands and threw them in the locker frustrated.

"SEE?" she almost shout, turning to him "I can't even spell your name correctly and you're the one I-"

But Malia was interrupted by Stiles lips in hers, making her forget everything for a second.

"Shut up, silly." He whispered in her lips and could feel her smiling before her hands went to his neck.

"Derek was zombied!" Scott said loud, making Stiles and Malia break contact alarmed and the boy looked at the Alpha unamused. "He woke up, attacked Deaton and fled. We need to go now." And then, realizing that yeah, he had probably interrupted something important, he added. "Sorry."

"It's okay, you guys go." Malia assured, tapping Stiles shoulder.

"We'll talk more later." He said, rubbing the place she had tapped. Maybe she had used too much strength. She'd need to watch out for it, she didn't want to hurt him. "Deal?"

"Okay, deal."

With that, Stiles and Scott left.

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