Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖𝟒

I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE MALIA AT THE LOFT WAITING FOR US. I wasn't quite sure how she knew where we were, or even where the loft was but my confusion was put to ease quickly when she informed me that there had been a new group chat set up last month without me in it—without Issac in it, Allison... Aiden....

Her tone of voice was ever so blunt, reminding me that she had absolutely no filter whatsoever but she didn't stop there, instead she continued to say that I wasn't added back then because apparently the mention of my name had made Stiles angry and no one knew if I was ever coming back.

While she said it with no remorse, I appreciated the fact that she'd said it nonetheless because I knew none of my other friends would've told me. It did, however, really rile me up and when I glared at Scott so heatedly he merely forced a sheepish—apologetic—smile to his face.

I punched his arm so hard he groaned in pain, raising his hand to the effected area to nurse it while giving me a side-eye.

I didn't care to comment on Malia's truth. If she could read even the smallest of chemo-signals, or even just general feelings, and I think she could, she'd understand just how angry I was. I don't know why I'd been so naive in accepting that Stiles was fine after I'd disappeared on him. Of course he would've been furious. I should've known that something else had gone on while I wasn't here.

I was no longer looking forward to the conversation we were set to have after we helped Derek. What would've been a probably calm yet no doubt awkward conversation was now going to be exceptionally heated and loud.

I was so sick and tired of my friends deciding to keep me out of the loop and while I appreciated that I had made the decision to leave on a whim it didn't excuse the lies they bred to me before hand. How could I ever trust them if this was what was going on behind closed doors? How did I know they weren't keeping secrets from me now? 

The three of us reached the door to the loft and I pulled the hatch up wordlessly and pushed the door open to the side, listening as it rolled. I was hit in the face with nostalgia, memories of that day Derek was taken flying off in my brain. I'd relived them over and over again until I believed them to be purely fabricated. I ran through the words I heard on repeat until it had reached a point where I wasn't sure if I had heard them words or not. Everything I thought had happened was all it was...a thought—I couldn't be sure anymore I'd relived it so much.

"What's wrong with you?" Malia said bluntly as the three of us walked into the loft, there was hardly any lights on and darkness surrounded the large space.

As I looked around I noticed the place was pretty much untouched, nothing had been moved since I'd left in such a hurry. There was still my favourite pair of black doc martens sitting on the table from when I'd forgotten to pick them up in my rush to leave.

I glanced sideways at Malia but she was looking at Scott.

"Nothing." My friend said but there was something off about his tone.

"Your heart's pounding like crazy." Malia noted and as I focused my hearing to listen I realised she was right. Scott's heart was beating ten to the dozen, "Are you nervous?"

I was actually curious to hear what his response would be but unfortunately I didn't get to hear it as the voice of my loving father echoed through the room, "He's just bad at introductions."

The three of us turned to see Peter sitting on the sofa with his legs kicked up and reading a book. I arched brow watching him.

"Peter..." Scott said in slight surprise, "This is Malia."

Peter closed his book and set it aside unusually gently before he stood up, looking solely at Malia, "Beautiful eyes." He observed, "Did you get them from your father?"