Chapter 7:
I walked down the hall towards Stiles who was talking to Scott at his locker, my fingers spinning the stem of the flower behind my back. A smile was planted on my face and my heart began to beat a little faster as I got closer and closer.
Scott said something while looking down the hall in my direction. I swear for a moment my heart sank a little at the thought that Scott gave me away. But then as Stiles turned towards his locker, Scott looked straight at me and winked. What? Oh, Stiles probably told him what happened yesterday...
As Scott walked away from Stiles while patting his right shoulder blade once, I walked up to Stiles. He looked down at me and jumped. I bit my lip to contain a laugh as he ran a hand over his head since, well, his hair isn't the longest.
"God, Maya, don't scare me like that!" He yelled playfully. I smiled up at him since he was a little taller than me (but not by much) as I felt a little heat growing on my cheeks. "I, uh", I stumbled over my words as I looked off a little.
He smiled sweetly at me, urging me to continue. I bit my lip and pulled my hands from behind my back, holding a fresh daisy in front of him. His smile grew a little more as he raised his hand up and gently took the daisy from me, making sure our fingers grazed.
Once he had it, Stiles looked down at it in his hands before looking back up at me. "What's this for?" I pulled my hands behind my back and joined them together, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. "I told you I'd make it up to you so", I gestured to the daisy in his hands.
I looked down at my converse and wiggled my toes around, trying to distract myself. Just then, I felt fingers under my chin, pulling my face up a little. My eyes instantly locked with Stiles's. He held up the daisy a little and twirled it in between his fingers. Then he stopped and said, "This was sweet. Thank you."
More heat rushed up to my cheeks as a big smile tugged on the corners of my lips. He glanced down at my lips then back up into my eyes just like yesterday. I could feel my heart pounding against my chest, threatening to pop out.
He began to lean down, closing the space between us. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes stayed glued to mine before they shut. My eyes began to close gently. And then his lips were on mine again. They were soft and gentle, just like they were yesterday.
Soon, I felt his free hand cupping my cheek, pulling me a little closer to him. I stepped closer too, feeling his heat engulf me. I laid my hand down on his chest a little, feeling his warmth through his shirt.
My mind was so clouded by his body heat that when realization hit me as to what I was doing, I pulled away abruptly. I looked down at the floor, my hand slipping from his chest. But Stiles pulled my face back towards him with the hand that was still on my cheek.
I looked back at him just as his hand left my cheek only to point at me. "No", he said as if he was talking to a dog. My face fell almost instantly. I knew it; he didn't like me. "No pulling away", my eyes widen as I saw him smirking down at me.
"Wh-what?" I tilted my head a little, hoping he was talking about not pulling away from his kisses anymore. He just smirked a little bigger and whispered, "You heard me." His warm breath hit my face and I instinctively leaned a little closer.
When Stiles saw my action, his eyes seemed to shine just a little brighter. Then he looked me up and down and for once, I wasn't offended. As his eyes landed on his jacket hanging from my frame, his smirk turned into a toothy smile. His eyes shot up to mine as he asked in awe, "You're wearing my jacket?" Another blush grew as I nodded and said, "Well, it is comfortable and…I don't know…it smells like you." I muttered the last part but he heard.
He let out a breath and asked in a cocky tone as he put his hands on my hips, "So you like how I smell?" I laughed and pushed his chest a little, knowing my blush was getting worse.
A strand of hair fell into my face and as if on cue, Stiles brushed it behind my ear, his hand traveling down until they rested on the back of my neck. I looked up at him and almost melted when his eyes were already on mine.
There was silence between us as we stood there; frozen like statues. After a while, he bent down a little and whispered to me, "Look…about yesterday…I'm not sorry." I sucked in a deep breath, waiting impatiently for him to continue. Where's this going to lead? Stiles smiled and whispered, "I'm not sorry I kissed you. At first I was, but now… I'm not sorry at all."
A small smile began to creep onto my face. "But I am kind of embarrassed that your mom walked in on us", he quickly added and I couldn't hold back my laugh. Then I looked up at him and said, "My mom is just weird. Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I get my weirdness from her." He laughed at my attempt at a joke which made me smile a little bigger.
Just then, the bell rang. I groaned, not even trying to hold it back. I glanced at Stiles to see him smiling at me like the goofball he is. Smiling at him, I said, "So, um…" I didn't finish. How would I? What did I have to say? Oh, by the way, can I just say you're an amazing kisser and I would like to continue where we left off? Uh, no, that's not how I roll.
Someone suddenly cleared their throat causing me to jump and Stiles's grip to tighten a little on my hips. I looked over to see Mr. Harris glaring at us. Well, this isn't good…
"What are you two doing?" Our chemistry teacher quizzed us. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, what does it look like?" Once I said it, I instantly covered my mouth with my hands. Did I really just say that out loud? Am I that stupid!
Mr. Harris shot me an ice-cold glare which made me instinctively grab Stiles's hands in mine, pulling them in between us. He looked over at Stiles and said, "Do you care to elaborate this situation Mr. Stilinski?" I looked over at him, seeing his jaw tighten. Then he said, "Uh, we were talking?" It came out more of a question which wasn't what our teacher wanted. He pointed at us as he said, "Detention." And with that, he walked away.
Once he was in his classroom, I released a sigh of relief. I felt Stiles relax his muscles as his fingers entwined in mine. I turned towards him as he whispered, "Well, everyone just loves to interrupt us, don't they?" I laughed before an idea popped into my head.
I leaned in and smirked at him before kissing him. He instantly kissed back, pushing my hips closer to him. But before it could progress anymore, I wiggled out of his grip and began walking down the hall. "Wh-hey!" I laughed at his reaction before calling over my shoulder, "See you at lunch!"
Waving a little as I walked to my locker, I glanced back at him to see him smirking at me. He licked his lips before putting his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Don't be late." I smiled and began putting my combination to my locker in.
Stiles readjusted his book bag straps as he took one last look at me; desire lingering in his eyes. Oh, god, why did he have to do that? Now I just want to go up to him and continue what we were doing before. Uhg, his kisses are addictive.
I watched as he walked to his class, leaving me alone in the hall. Normally, I would think that's rude of the guy in the movies but now, I understand. The guy leaves the girl for some time to think and possibly drool over what had just happened. It was a guy thing... Well, I'm guessing it is.
As I opened my locker, a neon green flyer fell out. I stared down at it as it hit the floor. What's that? Well, why don't you pick it up and see! I swear sometimes I'm so clueless.
Bending down, I picked up the paper and stood up. Then I turned the paper over and looked at what it said. 'Beacon Hills Dance Academy' was written in big words across the top. Under it was of all the courses they provided, their phone number, website, and their address.
But what intrigued me the most was the message scrolled at the very bottom. The words read 'Don't give up because your father died. He'd want you to continue.' There was no signature but I had a guess as to who wrote it.
"Erica", I whispered to myself frozen in place. My eyes glued to the lyrical courses. Lyrical was always my strong point. It expressed emotions more than any of the other dances. I bit my lip before stuffing the piece of paper in my bag. Then I got what I needed for class, closed my locker, and walked to my class, ready for a bickering that I knew would come since I was already late.
Stiles always glanced at me in our classes together. It was quite cute, actually. But in chemistry, Mr. Harris didn't seem amused. He even yelled at Stiles to pay attention. And let me tell you, it wasn't pleasant at all.
By the time lunch rolled around, my heart was on overdrive. I walked down the halls drowning in the comfort Stiles's jacket gave me. I was actually happy, excited even for lunch. But right when I reached for the cafeteria's doors, something caught my eye.
I looked over my shoulder to see Erica walking past my hallway. Just the sight of her made my whole mood change a little. Sure, she didn't have any scars or bruises but…it's like the whole atmosphere changed and we were back in that abandoned subway. She and Derek were fighting and I was running. I wanted to make it right. And I wanted to ask her about that flyer.
"Hi", I shook my head and came back to the real world. Then I looked next to me to see a girl with long, curly, dark brown hair and brown eyes looking at me. She smiled brightly and said, "I'm Allison." I nodded and said softly, "Maya."
Then I looked down and realized that I hadn't gone into the cafeteria yet. So I pushed the doors opened and held it for Allison. She thanked me. I nodded and said, "No problem." Allison smiled while pointing towards the cafeteria. "I should go", she said and I nodded. She smiled at me one last time before she walked to a table and sat next to a girl with strawberry blonde hair. It was nice talking to you too… Oh, stop being mean Maya.
I chuckled at myself before I spotted Stiles and Scott sitting at their usual table. Scott noticed me and said something. Just then, Stiles turned around and his eyes met mine. He smiled his award-winning smile. Without any further waiting, my feet starting putting one in front of the other; walking over to the two boys.
Stiles slid the chair beside him out a little, not breaking eye contact with me. I sat down and gently slid myself towards the table more. Then I looked down at his tray and stole one of his French fries. He faked a scoff before poking me in the side. I just smirked at him and ate the fry.
Once that little fiasco was over, I turned forward to see Scott smirking to himself as he looked off in the distance. I raised an eyebrow and waved a hand in his face while saying his name. He snapped out of whatever trance he was in with a jump and looked over at me.
"Yeah?" He asked a little rushed but I didn't make a comment on it. "You ok?" A little too soon, he nodded his head and said, "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Ok, either this guy is lying or well, yeah he's lying. But I shrugged it off. I don't really want to know what's on his mind because if their one thing I know about boys, it's that you don't want to go in their mind. Or that's what my friend in Colorado always said.
"So what's up?" I asked, trying to break the awkward vibes I was feeling. Stiles pointed up and said in a matter-of-factly tone, "The sky." Smirking a little, I shook my head and said, "Now I'm no expert but I believe that's a ceiling." Scott laughed while Stiles pretended to sulk.
"Oh, I think you found your match Stiles", Scott said through chuckles. My eyes widened a little as a pink blush began to pepper my cheeks. I quickly looked down, flinging my bangs into my face a little so it would hide my face a little more.
I saw Stiles's hand creep over to my lap and grasp onto mine. Instantly, he entwined our fingers and gave a gentle squeeze. More heat grew on my cheeks as I cautiously looked up.
Scott smirked again and said, "Whatever you're doing Stiles, keep doing it." I playfully glared at him and flipped him the bird. He quickly put his hands up in surrender.
Glancing over at Stiles, I saw him smiling sweetly at me. Oh, god. When will this boy stop making me blush? I swear I look like a cherry right now!
Stiles quickly picked up a fry and said, "Want some?" I laughed before shaking my head and saying, "Nah, I don't want you to worry about my needs. And besides, it's you're lunch. You paid for it so you have to eat it." He smirked at me and said a little cocky, "But what if I want to share?" I glared at him innocently and said, "Share with Scott then." He rolled his eyes and said, "Just eat them!" Defeated, I laughed a little and took the fry from his hand.
Lunch was honestly the highlight of my day, or, well, the day so far. I have homework in every class and on top of that, I have a history essay due next week. Well, looks like I'm booked.
When the bell rang, I took my time gathering my things together. After all, what was I in a rush to get to? Detention with Mr. Harris? Um, no. But by the looks of it, Stiles was packing up slowly too. By the time I was ready to leave, Stiles was waiting for me at his desk.
I walked up to him while looking straight into those heart-stopping eyes of his. And the best part: he was looking into my eyes the whole time! Ok, calm down Maya. You had a little moment there. I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice that he joined our hands and entwined our fingers until we were halfway to Mr. Harris's class.
But the second we got into the classroom, my whole mood changed. Our teacher directed us to our seats which just 'happened' to be at different sides of the room. And Stiles just 'happened' to groan out of pain as he sat down in his seat. Right after he did it, he looked over at me and smiled while I giggled.
Let's just say that Mr. Harris didn't find it amusing. He glared at Stiles and said sternly, "Stop it." I pursed my lips and slumped a little in my chair, leaning my arms onto the table in front of me. Then I looked over at Stiles to see his face in his hands as he stared at the clock. But it was like he could feel me looking at him because not even a second later, he looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back.
Just then, Mr. Harris's voice boomed, "Ms. Wilmington!" My head snapped towards him, my back shooting up straight. He glared at me and said, "Do you really want to stay here another hour?" I shook my head hard. He nodded once before looking back down at his papers. Well isn't he pleasant?
Detention, in a word, was boring. I don't want to say it was torture since one look at Stiles made my stomach do backflips and my mood boost up a millimeter. But we didn't get to do anything. The only thing we got to do was sit there and stare at the clock. Yet we did steal glances at one another, without the teacher's knowledge, of course.
Soon, Mr. Harris looked up from his work and waved us to the door, saying, "You can go now." Instantly, I shot up from my seat which wasn't the best idea. My knee banged against the counter. I bit my lip and held my knee, controlling the pain. After all, the pain wasn't that severe.
But Stiles being Stiles, rushed over to me. He put his hand over mine that was on my knee and said quickly, "Are you ok?" I smiled and said, "Yeah, just a little bump." He shook his head and said, "I'm driving you home." "What?" Ok, what was on this guy's mind; taking me home just because I hit my knee into a table? Either he wanted to take me home because he thought I was weak or he wanted something.
He nodded before taking my hand in his and pulling me out of the classroom. "But I can drive myself. It's not like I broke it or anything." Stiles smiled and said, "What if I want to take you because I wanted to ask you something?" Just like that, a million butterflies fluttered inside of me. Was he going to ask me to-no he won't, or will he?
I nodded obediently and looked down at our joined hands. My fingers started tapping against his knuckles to some random beat. After a while of doing that, we got to his jeep. And just like that night in the alley, he helped me into his ride before he went to his side.
As we pulled away from the school's parking lot, I looked over at Stiles and studied his features. What? It's a habit. His eyes glanced at me before going back to the road. His jaw was tight while his hands tightened around the stirring wheel. He's… stressed?
"What's wrong?" I asked him while my eyebrows furrowed. Stiles licked his lips before glancing at me again but this time a little longer. I raised an eyebrow and turned to in my seat so my whole body was facing him.
"What happened before you called me Saturday night", he spilled out the words in a rush. Well, didn't see that one coming… My eyes widened a little. Swallowing hard, I looked forward at the road we were driving on. I trust him, but do I tell him? Well, it's not my secret to tell. But I want to talk to someone about this. What about Erica? No, she won't want to come up to me. Oh, right, the girl that saved you won't want to talk to you.
I bit my lip, knowing my answer. "I can't tell you", I whispered as I looked down at the floor, switching my weight so I was sitting on my butt again. Letting out a shaking breath, I started rubbing my hands up and down my thighs.
"Oh c'mon Maya, I won't tell anyone." His voice was smooth, caring. But I couldn't. He might tell someone who'll lock Erica up and experiment on her. I didn't want that to happen.
I shook my head vigorously and whispered sharply, "No, I can't. I just can't." My eyes began to bounce from one object in front of me to another, not able to focus right. "Maya", he's voice was so convincing, but I couldn't fall for it. "No", I said in a warning tone.
Thankfully, we pulled into my driveway at that moment. But when I went to get out, the door was locked. I jiggled the doorknob a little more but it didn't budge.
Growling low in my chest, I turned back to Stiles, really wanting to leave. There's no way he's going to get me to say anything, nope, not a chance.
He turned to me and searched my eyes. "Are you sure you can't tell me?" His voice was so soft, I was afraid I'd be saying a sin if I said no. But I shook my head anyway.
Then he reached over, the back of his finger rubbing my cheek once, leaving a trail of warmth as it went. His hand held my cheek, his thumb stroking it. Instinctively, I leaned into his touch.
I guess that's the reaction he wanted because the next thing I know, his leaning over the console. "Ok, I understand", his breath lured me to lean in the rest of the way. When his lips crashed into mine, all my defenses were torn down. Leaning more into him, I felt his body heat again. It was addicting. He was addicting.
My hand rushed up to his shoulder, holding him in place. But his other hand reached up and took a hold of that hand, bringing it down into his lap.
And with that, his tongue danced on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. This time, I granted it to him. His tongue slipped into my mouth and instantly started tangling with mine.
My heart pounded against my chest as I found myself wanting more. It was as if my body wasn't going to stop for anything, but I couldn't let that happen. We weren't even going out and there's no way I'm going to let a guy have that kind of power over me.
It took all my willpower but I managed to pull away a little. Stiles's eyes shot open as our deep breathes combined. Then he looked straight into my eyes and I saw a bit of desire. "I thought we went over this", he whispered through gasps, a hint of playful teasing in his voice. "No pulling away", and there goes my common sense.
I leaned back in and kissed him hungrily, my arms snaking around his neck. He smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap. We pulled away sometimes but only for a second for a breath before we were right back together.
The only thing I heard was the radio. There was no thoughts in my head; none. Usually that would scare me, but right now? Not a drop of worry was in me.
Just then, the piercing sound of a phone rang throughout the jeep, making me jump. I pulled away from Stiles while he dug into his back pocket, lifting me up a bit. But was I going to get up? Eh, I like this seat. He can deal with it, can't he?
He shot me a sympathetic look before answering the phone with a, "Hello?" When the other person said something, Stiles licked his lips as a little bit of a scowl tugged at his eyes and lips. "Uhg, really?" Ok, if that didn't sound kind of annoyed then I don't know anything.
After a while, he hung up and looked back up at me. I tilted my head a little as if to encourage him to speak. He sighed as he put a hand on his forehead. His other hand though gripped on my hip, making sure I didn't move. Or maybe he just wanted to make sure I was still there.
"I've got to go. Scott… he… we, um", I giggled a little at his loss of words. Then I leaned a little closer so I could grab my bag from the backseat. But I guess Stiles thought I did it for another reason because both of his hands gripped onto my hips, pulling me a little closer.
I chuckled to myself before pulled back and sling my bag onto my shoulder. And just like that, his eyes grew to a dim hazel. Oh, god, did he have to go? Yes and it's a good thing. How is it a good thing? Well, do you really want to lose your virginity? Oh, no.
"Bye Stiles", I whispered to him before pushing open his door. When I got ready to get out though, his hands tightened on my waist. "Wait", he whispered and I instantly pulled back in front of him. He licked his lips as one of his hands rubbed the back of his neck. Ok, he's nervous. So…what do I do?
I guess my girl instincts kicked in because my arms wrapped themselves around his neck, making sure his hand stopped rubbing at it. His eyes instantly brightened a little as he looked up into my green eyes. But I kept a little ways away from him at the same time.
"Yes?" I asked politely. He licked his lips again before stuttering out, "Maya, I-I was w-wondering if… if…" A smile tugged at my lips. I leaned forward and said, "Is Stiles Stilinski seriously at a loss of words? Somebody call someone!" Stiles chuckled at my words. I mentally gave myself a high-five for making him laugh.
Then he looked back up into my eyes, confidence now oozing from them. "Will you be my girlfriend?" It was a simple question. So why did it knock the breath right out of me? Was it because it came from him? No, no, it couldn't have been that, could it?
I guess my eyes had gone wide too because Stiles started rambling off apologizes. Well, aren't you going to say something! Clearing my throat, I whispered, "Stiles." He kept on saying that he's sorry to hear me. So I said his name a little louder. When that didn't work, my girl instincts kicked in and I kissed him again.
Once I pulled away, he was silent and watching me. I smirked to myself. Eh, these girl instincts could be useful. Why haven't I used them before? "Yes", I found myself saying before I could register the fact that I was saying it. His face brightened instantly as his hazel orbs shone more than any star.
I smiled wider as I leaned in more and whispered, "But you're not getting your jacket back." He chuckled, shrugged, and whispered back, "It looks better on you anyway." Heat rose to my cheeks which caused him to smile bigger. I playfully and lightly hit his chest as I said, "Stop making me blush!"
Stiles's chuckling started again only to be interrupted by his phone. He groaned again which caused more heat to rise up on my cheeks. He seriously wants to stay with me? Oh god.
I kissed him on the cheek real quick before climbing off of his lap and out of his jeep. Then I rushed to my porch, not looking back. What? If I looked back then the whole scene would be destroyed. And yes, I watch way too much tv. But when I got to porch, I turned around I gave a small wave to him. He smiled back and waved a little before pulling out of my driveway.
As he drove off, my mind started buzzing to life with questions. What really just happened? Did I really just make out with him, again? Did he really ask me to be his girlfriend or am I just dreaming? And finally, did I really say yes? Yes, I said yes. I am Stiles's girlfriend. Oh, god. There goes the butterflies again.