Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Remarkable

Scott and I laughed now as we got to the front door and I stared down at the mountain ash scattered in front of it. I quickly kicked it letting us both in.

"I definitely called it," I argued.

"No way. There is no way you could've. You're smart but not that smart." He said and I nudged him not paying attention to our surroundings. "Did you know?"

"No," I sighed admitting it. "I didn't know it was Mason."

"Hah! I knew—" Scott stopped speaking and his jaw hung wide open while he stared ahead in a state of shock.

I furrowed my brows following to where he was looking at and when I took another step I felt the crunch of glass under my feet.

"Oh. My. God." I widened my eyes staring at the place.

Melissa is going to kill us! She's going to literally murder us! The place was a wreck! There was glass everywhere and chairs were thrown across and don't even get me started on the dent in the wall.

"Oh, hey guys," Malia called at us totally casual. But we couldn't see her.

Scott and I looked at one another in a state of shock as we moved further into the living room. Only to find Stiles sat up against the couch and Malia crouching over him as he had a shard of glass in his shoulder.

Wait a second. There's a shard of glass. In his shoulder. "Oh my god!" I panicked rushing over to Stiles. "Are you-what even—I thought I told you to make sure he didn't get hurt!"

"You what?!" Stiles stared between us and I waved my hand at him.

"It's not my fault! He jumped the gun, and it's not my fault my mother is a psychopath!" She told me also ignoring Stiles. "Hey, he could've been a lot worse. She had a gun."

"She did?" I looked surprised that Malia was breathing despite the gunshot bloodstains on her clothes. "And you survived? That's great!"

"Yeah," her face brightened at my indirect compliment. "I did that thing you taught me. The element of surprise thing. Totally worth it."

"Right! It's such a good last resort. So how did you attack her?" I questioned.

Before she could answer me Stiles quickly but in. "Okay! No!" This—" he pointed between Malia and me.  "—I don't like this. You two talking. What even is this?"

"This is what we like to call none of your damn business Stiles," I replied and Malia looked between us unsure of what to do.

And when I glanced at her she immediately began nodding. "Yeah. None of your business," she repeated making me grin.

"Wow. And you'd think Stiles being surrounded by two girls would make him happy," Scott chuckled finally walking over to us with a smirk on his face.

"Okay, you!" He pointed up at Scott before whinging in pain. "You don't get to comment on my suffering! I am fine—" he whinged again and I quickly put his arm down before he could do himself any more damage. "Okay, will someone please help me get this huge shard of glass out of my shoulder?"

I giggled as Scott and I slowly helped him up. "Wow. And to think we're finally going to the hospital for a mundane injury."

"This is not mundane!" Stiles yelled looking offended as we helped him to the car. "This is like so painful. In fact, I don't think Scott would be able to handle the pain."

"Sure I wouldn't buddy," Scott patted his arm in support. That only caused him to groan again. "Whoops."

I laughed and when Stiles sent me a cold look I dropped my grin sharing a concerned look for his pain.