No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 18

Malia's POV

I was avoiding Stiles. As much as it pains me to say that, the boy was going out of his mind. I haven't seen him like this before, and he almost scared me at times. His eyes looking right past me when I was talking to him, him not responding to my kisses. And his nightmares made him terrifying at night.

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"Stiles your just dreaming wake up." I begged, pulling at his shoulders but his eyes refused to open. "STILES!" I finally cried but he pushed himself up from the bed. He moved around for a bit, pacing the room until he fell to the ground.

"I hate this." It was a whisper as I pushed myself off the bed. "Malia, I'm toxic. I bring down everything in my way and I don't need you to be a victim too."

I say nothing as I move to comfort him. I could feel him flinch away but I ignored it, I just needed to feel his warmth. "Stiles, we're both toxic. But we help each other and thats what is important."

Stiles stays silent and he reaches into his pocket to fish out a pocket knife. We both look at it in silence and I shift my graze up to his.

"What's that for." I whisper, but I already knew the answer.

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Maybe he was truly losing his mind or maybe he was just showing his true colours. And by this point I didn't know which one I rathered. I watched quietly as he walked by, Scott was with him they were talking about something and now that I knew why Scott had hated him. I almost didn't blame him. I didn't see why Stiles had seen the point in doing drugs anyways, how he killed one of his friend and still walks the street with a smile on his face.

Guilt stabbed me in the stomach with those thoughts as I focused on not being a bitch today.

"Hey, Malia right?" A deep voice speaks behind me as I spin around. Standing there is a man with lighter brown hair done up, a small bit of a scruff grows on his chin and he wears a cocky smirk. It almost reminded me of Stiles'.

"Uh yeah." I say, turning to face this pretty boy.

The boy mindlessly runs a hand through his hair and his smirk goes wider. "Peter was wanting me to come say welcome to the lovely Wolf Pack, but I do think you are the lovely one here."

I could feel a blush grow on my checks, but than I see Stiles. He stopped walking and turned slightly, his eyes darken at the sight of the man and he lunges forward. Quickly he grabs him by the collar and throws him to the ground.

"I told you very clearly to stay the fuck away from her." Stiles growls and the boy laughs.

"Jealous are we? I get she's your girl, even if he deserves some better than a crazy killer-"

It doesn't take a second longer in till Stiles has knee on the boy's chest. "Say one more word Theo, and I will gut you right here and now."

Theo.

The name shocks me as I stare at the man sprawled on the floor with blood seeping from his mouth. I'm almost not even mad at Stiles from being a complete jackass again. Theo laughs and pushes Stiles off him and stands.

"You better keep an eye on your girl, Stilinski. I have some plans to make her my own." Winking at me Theo strides out. Leaving everyone to fall silent, the only noise was Scott running up to make sure Stiles was okay.

"It's bullshit Scott. He was completely fine that night, he's a liar and Peter turned a blind eye on him." He rasps but Scott only shakes his head and pats his friends back before walking away.

Now I turn to him, "What is with you? You've been acting like a jerk since we got here. I'm starting to think that your whole 'falling in love with me' has been an act to get me here." I snap and Stiles' face pales.

"Malia oh god no." He whimpers, staring at me with those stupidly large puppy dog eyes. "I would never-"

"I'm hungry." I quickly interrupt him, "Lydia invited me to go to lunch with her and I wish to go. So I'm going to leave now." The words are sharp and its probably the first time Stiles and I have actually agued before.

Stiles still hasn't let up, "Malia please let me talk. Don't trust Theo."

"Why? Because he killed Allison? If I've heard correctly, you did too." And with that I leave him standing there with a horrified expression on his face.

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After Stiles and I fought, I decided I would like to know Theo more. Not because I wanted to date him or anything, but he seemed like someone I could relate too.

"So you lost your mother and sister too?" I ask, since he had decided to tell me more about his life story, I lean forward slightly to listen more intently.

"Yeah, woke up covered in blood. Most terrifying moment of me life, thought I was a cold blooded killer." His eyes grow sad and I feel the urge to embrace him; sympathy pulls at my heart as I nod my head in understanding. Theo was silent for a bit, staring at the ground, bitting his lip.

"You know what I said earlier to Stiles?" He sounded nervous as I stare back at him.

"Yeah."

"I promise you I don't mean any of it. Stiles and I... well we have a history and it's not exactly a good one. I'm just sorta use to pissing him off and not thinking of what I'm saying" The words come out rushed but I feel a soft smile fall upon my lips.

"Its alright, I get that."

Theo looks up, "I do really want to be friends with you, you know? You seem like a nice gal, and thats hard to come by now a day."

Reaching over a place a hand on his shoulder. I see the small bit of a wolf's head peer underneath the sleeve, memories rush back at me of the first time I had seen Stiles'. Swallowing hard I pull my hand quickly away and nod.

"That's good to hear Theo, I would be glad to be your friend."

Author Note - Hi there, the end of No Rest For the Wicked is coming soon! It'll be done for sure by the end of this month which is hard for me to grasp. :0 But thank you all so much for reading :) I love you all!

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