No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 3

Malia POV

    I glance over at the brown haired boy next to me. No, I wasn't expecting someone so young, especially for the famous Trickster. But I wasn't going to lie, he was hot, but annoying. Something about him was off putting, he had some aura to him. That made me slightly scared, he was almost to smart with the crime life. I knew that he had spent majority of his life on the run, ever since he was 14. Everyone knew that, people were amazed he hadn't been caught yet. Which is where his name came to play, Trickster, because he managed to trick the police overtime. Every single time.

    "You know if you keep staring at me it's going to get really awkward in here... Oh wait it already is!" Stiles randomly sneers out. I give him an odd look before glancing back out the window. I could hear Stiles sigh as he leans back on his chair.

    "Malia, please, I'm bored." He starts, "Say something." I look back at the boy. His stupid large brown eyes looking straight at me, his small moles that covered his face-

    "How old are you?" I say. I knew he had been running from the police since he was 14 but what age he was now made me wonder.

    "19, what about you." He said dryly. Five years.... I wonder.

    "18." I respond quietly, "Been on the street for two." I finish in a whisper. I glance at Stiles to see him nodding his head in understanding. He glanced back to me and gave we a smile.

    "Lets not make it any longer."

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    "Who is he again?" I asked, because Stiles was trying to get me to follow him into some randoms house.

    "The dude that with have your weird, little, scary metal claws-" He says waving his hands in the air, making random gestures. I raise my eyebrow at him as Stiles sighs placing his hands on the bridge of his nose. "Just trust me, Okay?"

    I gave him and odd look before finally nodding my head, following him into the house.

    I'm not sure what I was expecting. Maybe a ruined place? Defiantly not this well kept small apartment. Stiles gently placed a hand on my wrist and brought me forward.

    "Hey bro!" A voice shouts and a young boy came out of the kitchen. He had a large smile on his face as he went to embrace Stiles. Stiles took the embrace as he let go of my wrist leaving a tingling sensation. I bite my bottom lip as I watch the friend reunite.

    "Do you have it?" Stiles ask and the boy quickly nods his head. Pulling away his eyes fell to me.

    "You found her? Impressive." He smirks before reaching out a hand. "Names Scott, Stiles's old partner in crime." He confimes as he gives me a firm handshake before running to the kitchen again.

    "Old partner in crime?" I question Stiles.

     All he does is nod, "Yeah, he was never really wanted and I didn't want his life to end up like me." Stiles pauses watching to see if Scott had returned before continuing. "He got a girlfriend and I forced him to live a normal life. I just run to him whenever I need help." He finishes once Scott runs back out with a black backpack. I regonize it immediately, it was the one Stiles had on him the night we had first met. Fishing into the backpack Scott pulls out the metal claws that were the last thing I grabbed before I ran from home. He passes them to me and I take them gratefully.

    "Thank you." I whispered as I slipped them back up my sleeves.

    "No problem, you guys are just lucky I was around there at the time." Scott adds in cheerfully as he quickly hugs Stiles goodbye. "You guys should leave before my girls sees you guys."