A Chance

Was it a one time thing?

Malia's POV

I woke up, my head fuzzy and when I looked around my room I felt slightly confused because I didn't remember coming home or going to sleep.
I looked at my phone- 2 new messages from Lydia...
"What are you and stiles doing?"
"Text me when you wake up so I know you're alright"
Stiles? Maybe he brought me home or something?
"Hey Lyds, I'm fine, confused but fine I'll come over in an hour"
I dragged myself out of bed and got in the shower.
-------------- an hour later ---------------
I was stood outside Lydia's front door, I always had to sike myself up before knocking because I always got this feeling that I wasn't welcomed.
Come on M, every time. Really? Just kno- my thoughts were interrupted by a way too happy Lydia opening the door so fast..
"Jesus Christ Lydia!" I exclaimed stepping back in fear
"Sorry, I'm just in such a good mood!" She said grabbing my arm and leading me to her room.
I threw myself on the bed and let out a sigh.
"How was last night with Stiiiiiles?" She said mocking me with her eyebrows.
"Yeah it was nice, we talked, we laughed, I think he took me home? I'm not too sure"
"Did you exchange numbers?"
"Nope!" I said popping the p to add some kind of emphasis to hint at my regret.
"So...you're not going to talk again? See eachother again?" Lydia asked looking puzzled.
"I don't know, maybe he's one of those people you meet and have a good time with but then never see again?"
"That sucks, you two were cute..." Lydia said sadly as she laid down next to me.
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Stiles POV
I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling and all I could think about was Malia, her beautiful eyes and smile, her wacky contagious laugh and they way she played with her bottom lip when she zoned out in her own little world. Why can't I stop thinking about a girl I just met last night? I probably won't see her again, I don't even have her numb-STILES YOU MORON! Why didn't you get her number?! I thought smacking my face with my hands.
I picked myself up, grabbed my hoody and keys and made my way to my jeep. I was walking so fast, I guess I felt stupid for taking Malia home without getting number, of course I wanted to see and talk to her again and I need her number for that. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I was at Scott's house, I got out slamming my jeep door in annoyance and walked into Scott's house. I do that, I just walk in, no knocking because Scott's is basically a second home. Melissa, Scott's mom, doesn't always like it but she doesn't really mind.
"Hey Scott?" I said knocking on his bedroom door, that door I knock on, because you know...
"Yeah, just come in man" he replied.
"So last night you know I was with Malia when you guys left well we talked and laughed for hours and she's so nice and so beautiful I really want to see her again but silly old me I didn't get her number so how am I meant to talk to her but I guess if she wanted to talk to me she'd find a way to contact me right? Of cour-" I was interrupted
"Stiles, slow down man, how much adderall have you had?" Scott asked placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Uh I don't know? A lot? Yeah, a lot." I answered moving from Scott's grasp and running my hand through my hair.
"Ah man this sucks, we had such a good night. Even though she got completely wasted and trying to get her address was like trying to pull teeth."
Scott looked up at me raising his eyebrow in a mischievous way.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
"I have Malia's number, do you want it?" He asked in a sarcastic kind of tone that's unusual coming from Scott.
"YES!!" I answered so shocked at the fact that he even had to ask.
He laughed and gave me the number.
"Make sure you wait a bit before texting her? Don't want to come across too keen, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah of course, duh, I know that."
-------- later that night ----------
As I laid there ready to finish my day how I started it, on my bed, staring at the ceiling; I was arguing with myself about wether I should or shouldn't text Malia. I don't want to come across too keen like Scott said but then I don't want her to think I'm not interested. Maybe she's not interested? She could have got my number from Lydia if she wanted it? Why have I turned something so simple, well kinda simple, into something so complicated?
Fuck it.
"Hey Malia, it's Stile's. Scott gave me your number I hope that's okay? Call me when you get the chance I guess or not that's okay too. This is Stiles by the way."
Sent.
Oh god. That was lame. So lame. Oh my god.