Teen Wolf Imagines

Where were we? - Malia Hale

Summary: Malia is over Stiles once she learns how he kept the secret of her father from her. She becomes enamored with you instead. 

Warning: Gets a little steamy. Slight smut. Lesbian

“Are you still mad at Scott and Stiles?” You asked, leaning against the locker next to Malia’s.

“Are you still asking me for them?” Malia asked, looking at you with a scowl on her face. You glanced down the hall to where Scott and Stiles were whispering. This was the third time they told you to go talk to Malia for them.

“If it helps, I really had no clue you were Peter’s daughter.” You said. Malia was looking through her locker for her textbooks before shutting it.

“Also.  .  .” You started, carefully. “They’re just worried for you. Stiles is.  .  . he misses you. And wants to know if you still like like him.” You sighed, seeing Stiles give you a thumbs up from down the hall. It was obvious that Scott was listening in.

“They can hear us, can’t they?” Malia rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. Scott’s a bit of an eavesdropper. He gets that from Stiles.” You told her. Malia looked at you. Differently than she normally did, which made you a bit uneasy.

“So, if they’re listening, they’re probably watching.” Malia said, leaning close to you.

“That’s very intuitive.” You nodded. “Who knows if they’re watching or hiding behind other kids?” You shrugged. Malia grabbed the collar of your jacket and pulled you closer.

“I hope they’re watching.” She breathed against your lips before kissing you. Your hands were at your side and you didn't know what to do. Kiss back? And betray Stiles? Push her away? Hurt Malia’s feelings? You just stayed still, waiting for Malia to pull back.

“You’re more my taste.” Malia whispered in your ear. She pulled back, adjusting her backpack strap and walking to class. You stood there, eyes wide and feeling utterly stupid.

“She just kissed me.” You muttered.

“We saw!” You looked up and saw Stiles and Scott all the way down the hall. They made their way over and they both looked utterly shocked.

“Look, I didn’t know-”

“Is it wrong that I think that was hot?” Stiles interrupted, making you push him.

“Get a grip, Stiles. Aren’t you mad at me?” You said, looking between the two. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck.

“If she likes you, she likes you.” He said, quietly.

“It’s better that she at least trusts one of us.” Scott shrugged. You stared at the two of them, expecting some sort of.  .  . different reaction.

You jumped when you heard your name being called. You turned around to see Malia leaning out of a door.

“We have the same class! Hurry up.” She scoffed.

“You better go.” Scott said as Stiles nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll give you guys an update later.” You walked to the next class. It was science class and Malia had saved you a seat next to her. Usually Stiles sat there, but him and Scott had to leave school to deal with an assassin.

“So.  .  .” You started, your leg bouncing up and down from nervousness.

“So, what?” Malia shrugged, putting a hand on your thigh to stop your leg from shaking. You blushed.