No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 2

Stiles POV

I glance over to the small brown haired girl beside me in my old busted jeep. She seemed focused outside of the window with a large frown on her face, she crossed her arms and grumbled something I couldn't understand.

"Look, I'm just trying to help." I tried saying but she only shook her head. I sighed and focused back on the road. It happened to be late at night and I was hoping we could have left in the morning but having the police after us made a change of plans.

"What are the issues you have with the wolf pack exactly." Coyote suddenly asked, looking over at me. I fell silent at her words, my heart sped up and I bit my lip

Lie Stiles.

"I messed with something I wasn't supposed to and they got pissed and I ran." I responded simply, glancing over to her. She nodded her head as she went back to looking out at the road. We sat like this for a long time, in dead silence and it was making me awkward.

"What's your name?" I asked looking over at her, "I mean you can tell my a nickname or something I just don't want to have to call you coyot-"

"Malia." She said flatly, cutting me off. "You?"

"Stiles." I responded. She sat back up right and gave me a look.

"Styles? As in like Harry Styles?" She asked, but I shook me head.

"No, Stiles with an I." I added, "My real name is really long and confusing so I just like to be called Stiles." I actually hated my real, name and I hate my mother for naming me it. Not that it mattered, she was dead now.

"Huh, a nickname and another nickname. Weird." Malia mumbled. I nodded my head in agreement, hoping that she might try and keep the conversation going. Malia stared at me for a second before finally saying,

"Did you really kill three people?" She blurted it out and I could tell she was worried about asking me that. I glance over at her and shake my head.

"You don't ask someone if they really murdered someone." I say before pulling the car into a motel.

"Why are we here?" She asked glancing at me.

I sighed, "It's 1 in the morning and I just got away with a robbery. I'm freakin tired thank you very much." Malia stared at me.

"That's why the cops were after you?" She asked and I nodded my head.

"I needed money, bad. So I did what most people do and robbed a Walmart." I mused, turning the car off and opening my door. I drop to the ground and go to open Malia's door. But the warning glare she gives me when I make my way over turned me away. Soon Malia jogged up to me and questioned me.

"How much?"

"A thousand." I respond as we finally get into the motel. A lady is sitting by the desk and looks up. I manage my best smile as I sway up, she looks suspicious and I had a feeling she heard about the little accident earlier on the news. So I go for my plan B and pray Malia won't murder me.

"Hey there, I'm sorry about driving in so late but my girlfriend and I really need a room." I say as I feel Malia swallow hard next to me. The lady gives us an odd look before finally saying

"40 dollars please."

I nodded my head and pass the women two twenty dollar bills and take the key from her.

"Why did you have to say girlfriend." Maria hissed at me once we were out of hearing range for the lady.

"Because it's less suspicious and she'll leave us alone." I mutter back finding our room and unlocking the door. I open the door to find only one bed and I was about to go and claim it. But Malia pushed past me and leaped onto the bed with a flop. I frown making my way over to her, to see a huge smile on her face.