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A strangled smile fell from your face…It kills me that I hurt you this way… Now, there's a million reasons for you to go…But if you can find a reason to stay…I'll do whatever it takes to turn this around…I know what's at stake, I know that I've let you down…And if you give me a chance, believe that I can change…I'll keep us together whatever it takes ~ Whatever It Takes by Lifehouse
Chapter 24
Malia:
"If I see one more little red heart or fat little cupid, I'm going to scream." I growled to Lydia and Allison in the empty chem lab that they usually use for meetings they have.
I shoved the dozen little red paper hearts that had decorated my locker into the trash can. They had been coming all week and I was tired of seeing them. Especially since none of them were from the one person I would have loved to see one from. Though he had a few on his locker as well. A few times Allison and Lydia had to stop me from tearing those off.
Though they were experiencing the same thing. both of their lockers were littered with them, and Isaac's and Scott's weren't much better. It was actually funny to see the red head turn even redder every time she saw Scott's locker. I'm not sure how many times they have snuck off so he could calm her down, or her calm him down. I guess Alpha mates are really possessive.
"I know what you mean." Lydia sighed and Allison nodded.
"Are you guys sure this will work? I don't want to push things. He's been able to stay in the same room as me with no problem. Maybe that's all I can expect." I paced, wringing my hands.
"Is that all you want?" Allison asked.
"No. I miss him. I hate not being with him." I admitted.
"We know. and we know he feels the same way." Lydia said.
"How do you know that?"
"Malia, I have known Stiles for a long time. I can see how much he misses you. His eyes never leave you. He is constantly fighting the urge to just go to you."
"And judging by the amount of curse words he throws out every time he sees your locker decorated with little hearts and candies, it's a shock he hasn't just publicly claimed you by now." Allison snorted. "It's right on parr with Isaac and Scott when they see our lockers. It's cute how jealous they get."
"For you. Your wolf isn't a true alpha. There's only so many times we can sneak off so I can reassure him that I'm his." Lydia sighed, rolling her eyes.
"And you're complaining about that?" Allison asked.
"Not at all. But keeping quiet isn't really our thing." She smirked.
"You know what's even funnier." I giggled. "Have you seen Theo's face every time he sees Liams locker? I swear if he had the ability to actually shift, he would be bursting into fur every minute of every day."
'I know. it's so cute how much he likes him and Liam trying to pretend he doesn't like him back." Lydia giggled.
"I feel bad for Theo, you can just see he wants to kiss the hell out of mini wolf." Allison sighed. Lydia and I nodded in agreement.
Lydia's phone buzzed and she picked it up reading a message.
"Okay, practice is done. We're gonna head out. Scott's gonna lead Stiles up here."
I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed about this. I still wasn't good with emotions, not really. And they wanted me to put my whole heart on the line. I wanted Stiles back, but I don't like the… itchiness of the situation.
"Breath Malia. Just talk to him. That's it. Don't think about whatever happens after this. Just make sure he know how you feel, okay?" Allison said.
"Yeah, okay." I said, shaking out my nerves. They both left giving me a thumbs up and I snorted shaking my head. This whole thing reminded me of one of those cheesy teen dramas where the friends are trying to force two people to be together by sticking them in the same room and not letting them out until they kissed and made up. I looked around the room, thought about the plan, and rolled my eyes. That is exactly what this is.
I hopped up on a table to sit so I wouldn't wear a hole in the floor. My ears perked up when I heard Stiles voice down the hall.
"So, what's this meeting about anyway? I thought things were quiet for the moment and Argent was off hunting for Kate."
"He is, this is something else." Scott answered.
"Okay, and what's that?"
Scott opened the door.
"It's sort of an intervention."
"A what?" he asked, stepping into the room. Scott pushed him a bit further in and shut the door, standing just outside of it.
"What the hell." Stiles exclaimed, trying the door. When the knob wouldn't move, he turned and saw me sitting on top of one of the tables. I waved nervously at him. He huffed a laugh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Seriously guys? Did you seriously parent trap us?" Stiles shouted. There was no answer from the other side. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the door.
"What's parent trap?" I asked quietly.
"It's a movie." He said glancing at me then a way quickly. "Two little girls trick their divorced parents into one place and force them to spend time together in hopes they will get back together."
"Oh. I might have to look that up. Sounds funny."
"It is, there are a few different versions though."
"Maybe you could show me one day?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah, maybe. Did you know they were going to do this?" he asked.
"Kind of. I mean I didn't know until Lydia and Allison were bringing me here, but I agreed once they told me the plan."
"And what exactly is the plan?"
"To get us to talk."
He rolled his eyes.
"We talk all the time."
"No, Stiles we don't." I said in frustration. "Not to each other, at least. You'll talk around me, but you hardly say two words to me most days."
"It's not like your pushing for a conversation either."
"How am I supposed to do that when you ignore my very presence?" I said, throwing my hands up. He wouldn't look at me.
"Ever since we broke up you have two responses to me, either anger or distant politeness. We sit next to each other in class, and you say nothing. We sit at the same table at lunch, and you will hold a conversation with everyone else, including Theo, and won't say two words to me. even though I'm right there."
"What do you want me to say?" he yelled back.
"I don't know. Something. Anything, at this point." I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. Balling my hands into fist, I tried to talk past the lump in my throat.
"Is it really so hard for you to talk to me?" I asked, my voice cracking. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door.
"Honestly, yes, it is."
"Why?"
"Because the last time we talked, you broke up with me. you lied to me, and you didn't trust me. That's why. I have replayed that moment in my head, over and over-."
"And you don't think I have. Every day since it happened. You don't know how much it hurt to do that. I didn't want to,-."
"But you did. Instead of talking to me like I pleaded with you to do for days, Malia, you decided to end it. And I may get why but that doesn't make it hurt any less." He explained.
"I'm sorry." I whispered unable to speak any louder.
"I know. But being hurt by someone else I care about again… I can't." he said turning to the door. I flinched at his words but rushed up to him, grabbing his hand before he could knock to be let out.
"Wait. We can fix this, I know it. But you have to want to." I told him, he shook his head with a sigh. "I miss you Stiles, I miss us. Don't you miss me at all?"
"Of course, I do." He said, finally looking at me.
I sighed in relief to hear that. It was a start at least. I stepped closer, hesitantly waiting for him to push me away. He didn't. Reaching up slowly to cup his face, giving him time to stop me. he didn't. he also didn't stop me when I leaned in slowly and brushed my lips against his.
"Can't you forgive me, please. Can you at least try?" I kissed him again. I felt his lips move against mine. He relented, his hands moved into my hair, locking me in place. I felt so much in that kiss. things that made me believe that maybe this wasn't really over.
Just as quickly he was pushing me away. He looked at me and I saw that wall he had been trying to build go up.
"Damn it." he shouted, running his hands through his own hair.
"Stiles-." I reached for him again, but he held up a hand to stop me.
"No, we… I can't do this right now." He said, turning away from me. I felt a crushing weight in my chest and tears spilled over.
"Open the door." He ordered, banging on the door frame.
"Stiles wait." I cried.
Scott opened the door and he pushed pasted him into the hall. I brushed away the wetness and closed my eyes.
"Stiles." Scott called following after him.
"Ugh." I pulled at my hair in frustration, hurt and anger. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed him, maybe that was too much too soon but being that close to him and not touching him, kissing him, is impossible.
"What happened?" Lydia asked from just outside the room. I looked at her and the words in my head didn't match what was in my heart. Now that I have touched him again, kissed him, I don't think I can go back. I don't want to stop again. I have to fix this, fix us. I need him to listen to me.
"No." I said shaking my head. "I will not lose him like this. He's going to hear me out whether he likes it or not. I refuse to let it be over like this." I growled, marching out the door past a smirking Lydia and Allison. I rushed up to Scott and Stiles arguing close to the doors.
"Did you even hear her out?" Scott asked him.
"It's not-." He started but I cut in.
Reaching him, I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me.
"Malia, just drop it okay." he sighed. Scott backed away from us and I was aware that all our friends had crowded in the hall to watch us, but I didn't care. I ignored them and took a deep breath.
"No. you are going to listen to me if it's the last thing you do, Mieczysław Stilinski."
He blinked at me.
"Did she just… real name him?" Lydia whispered.
"I messed up. I know that. I should have just talked to you. I should have explained what was going on. instead, I panicked and made a stupid decision that not only broke your heart but broke mine as well." I swallowed thickly. He said nothing, just watched me.
"I regret that decision, I have since the moment I closed the door on you. At the time I thought that was the only thing I could do to protect you. I know you, Stiles. If I had told you what was going on, you would have wanted to jump headfirst in to helping or doing something and all I could think about was Lydia's premonition that one of us would get hurt. And the thought of you getting hurt gutted me because it would have been my fault."
"It wouldn't have been your fault. none of what she did is your fault."
"But I felt like it was. She's after me and the thought of her using or hurting you to get to me… but I ended up hurting you anyway and that is the very last thing I wanted to happen." I shook my head wiping at more tears.
"But you hurt me too."
"What?" he jerked back in surprise.
"Stiles," I sighed, calming myself down. "I'm not Lydia, and I'm not Scott. I get that they hurt you, even if it wasn't intentional. It sucks that you had to go through that. But what happened between the three of you should not have any bearing on us. But it does. You say that your over what happened. You say that you have moved on, but aren't you letting what happened with the three of you, affect us?" I looked up into his eyes. He looked stunned but also guilty.
"I'm sorry Stiles. I am so sorry that I broke our promise to always be honest with each other. I'm sorry that I made you feel like you weren't capable of handling something like this with me. But it was a mistake, that's it. I made a mistake. Do you really want to give up on us because of a mistake?"
"I don't want to. I really don't. But-."
"You're scared. I know. I am scared too. You're scared of all those what ifs you told me about. I'm scared because the thought of never being with you wrecks me." again my voice cracked, and I tried to get it under control. "I can't lose you, Stiles. I just can't."
Closing his eyes he leaned his head against mine, wrapping his arms around me. I reached up to cup his face again feeling more tears fall.
"I don't want to lose you either." He whispered.
"Then don't. Can you at least try to forgive me?" I held my breath while I waited for the answer. It felt like I was balancing on a knifes edge. His answer would direct my next steps. I couldn't continue to be around him and not be with him. But that would mean I would lose everything I had started to build here. I wanted our happy back.
His response was to crush his lips to mine in a fevered kiss that left me breathless and my heart hammering happily against my chest.
Stiles:
I was aware of our friends cheering and whistling as they watched us from down the hall. Snorting I pulled away but hugged her tightly. Having her in my arms again was… everything. I had been fighting so hard to stay away but I couldn't anymore. I needed her too much. And she was right. I was bringing past baggage into what we had. I didn't realize how much it hurt her to do so. I guess we both made mistakes. But we could move past mistakes.
"I'm so sorry. I never meant to bring that into our relationship." I told her.
"I know. Can't we just… move past this? I need you."
"You have me."
I kissed her again, missing the feel of her lips.
"As much as we would love to stand here and watch you two make out. we should lock up and go." Isaac said, interrupting us.
"Thanks guys." I said.
"We just want you two happy, and your happier together." Lydia said, reminding me of something similar I told Scott when he and Lydia finally started dating.
"Let's go. I'm starving." Isaac said. Rolling my eyes, I reached for Malia's hand lacing our fingers and followed everyone out the door.
"Are you particularly hungry?" I whispered to Malia. She looked up at me and shook her head slowly, her eyes flashing blue. "Guys, you go ahead. Malia and I are gonna go talk." I announced trying to keep my voice as even as possible. I failed as the snickers all around let me know.
"Sure, talk." Isaac snarked.
Waving, I lead Malia to the jeep and helped her in. I couldn't help leaning over to kiss her yet again. It's been too long. I plan to take advantage of that as much as possible.
"I miss this." she smiled.
"Me too."
My phone rang as I was pulling out of the parking lot. I nodded for her to grab it.
"it's your dad." she said, answering and put it on the speaker.
"Hey dad."
"Hey Stiles. Just wanted to remind you, I'm working the overnight shift tonight."
"Okay… and you're telling me this why?"
"Just wanted you to know, so… you'll know." he said, and I groaned. Malia's eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth.
"What do you know?"
"I know nothing, and I don't want to know anything. Have a good night, Stiles."
"Night dad." I sighed and Malia hung up. Her phone dinged and she pulled it out.
"It's Lydia; 'I'll bring you a change of clothes in the morning'." Malia huffed a laugh. I groaned again.
"I don't know if I should be embarrassed that our friends felt the need to interfere so we could have one night together or grateful that our friends interfered so we could have a night together."
"Definitely grateful." She said with a laugh. I missed that sound.
We didn't waste time when we got back to my house. It's been too long since I was able to touch her, be with her. clothes were flying as soon as my bedroom door was closed. My hands roamed freely over her. warm soft skins, delicate curves.
Settling her against my pillow I reached in the nightstand, so grateful I hadn't done something stupid like get rid of these, I pulled out a condom before kissing a slow path down her body. I missed her sounds when she was lost in a fog. Making my way back up I went to kiss her again, but she stopped me.
"Wait. I need to say something. Allison told me to just tell you how I feel. So that's what I want to do." She said nervously gnawing at her bottom lip. I nodded to her, my heart squeezing in my chest. Neither of us had said it yet, I've been too scared to say it.
"I love you Stiles, so much."
Smiling and feeling absolutely elated I kissed her as passionately as I could. I loved her face when we first connected. The beautiful wide eyes, flushed skin, mouth opened in awe as she gasped. Then her eyes would close, and she would moan. I lived for that face.
"I love you too."
