No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 19

Stiles' POV

Don't even think about it. It still rings in my mind as I walk by Theo, he sits next to Malia and slowly is getting closer. Touching her shoulders, laughing at everything she says, and now he placed a hand on her knee.

Yeah, someone had a death wish.

Malia however has officially closed me off. Its been a week since the last time she's talked to me, leaving me to sit in my room and trying to stay calm. Theo is finding a way to twist in her mind, I'm watching the girl that had somehow made me fall completely head over heels, fall into his trap. He is a liar, a killer and the reason I've had Allison's death on my shoulders.

I don't do drugs.

I haven't touched anything like that in my life, and now that's the blame? Allison knew something was going on before she died. And now I know Theo is behind it, somehow. But to make the stacks even higher, he was with my one weakness. And he was going to kill me with her.

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I step off into the shadows and meet Scott and Lydia by the tree outside the compound. Both are sending me sympathetic looks, which makes me feel sicker than I already do.

"We're so sorry Stiles." Lydia whispers, standing to bring me into a hug, "She still cares about you, she just doesn't understand."

I sigh, "That bastered is going to be dead after this." I say flatly as Scott nods his head in agreement. The boy looks more stressed than before, and it seemed he hadn't had a shower in the past few days. Maybe the stress of Allison's death was weighing on his shoulders more than I had realized.

"I don't disagree that the kid should die, but do you really want more blood on your hands?"

"Pfft, his blood? They would clean my hands if anything." I retort but Scott only gives me a serious look.

"Stiles I listen to your nightmares every night, you can't take this anymore. We need to stop this, yes, but we don't have to end this in violence."

I snort and roll my eyes, "Scott, have you met Peter? The guys colon is gunpowder, he trains kids into killers and you think we can make it out of this without violence?"

Now he falls silent but Lydia steps up, "Stiles does have a point, we are rebelling against the Wolf Pack. That is dangerous so we should be prepared to defend ourselves, but we shouldn't start the gun fire."

Thank god for girls, is the first thought to appear in my mind. But I feel myself zone out as Scott and Lydia start weighing the possibilities of our attacks. Malia takes over everything, and I quickly realizes that she needs to know the real plan. I can't leave her in the dark about this, and if she ever got hurt... I blink upwards, I can still see her next to Theo through the window of the training room; guns are scattered across the wall and Theo passes her one. Malia takes it and I could only watch as Theo helps her hold it properly as he shows her how to fire.

That should be me.

My gut is stabbed open but I can't say a thing. I thought pushing her away was to protect her, in case we got caught planning the rebellion Peter wouldn't accuse her of helping us. But she needs to know. I swallow back the lump in my throat, blinking away the tears and holding back the anger as Theo places a hand at her hip to hold her straight. I look away.

"Stop." It leaves my lips causing Lydia and Scott both turn to stare at me. My lips trembling as I force myself to focus and breath. "Malia needs to know, I'm sick of keeping this from her."

Lydia's eyes soften as she comes toward me, "Stiles. She's not going to listen you know that. She's a stubborn girl, and Theo... well he's on her good list right now; and your defiantly not." I could see she was trying to be comforting but it wasn't working.

"Okay." Is the only thing I say.

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I walk past her room a thousand times. Pacing and trying to gain the courage to knock at her door, to beg her to listen but I can't push myself too. After I finally gave up hope and started to walk away I hear the dauting noise of her door opening.

"Stiles you've been walking at here for an hour. What do you want." Malia sounds bored as I turn around. Seeing her face makes my heart speed up as I step towards her, remembering the first time I found her in that alley.

"Malia! Hey, I just, I needed to come talk to you. To say sorry." I start but Malia raises her hand to cut me off.

"I don't need it Stiles, stop for your own sake. Theo explained that you do a lot of things without thinking and that I shouldn't hold it against you. So I'm not going too."

My mouth goes dry.

"Theo? Malia listen please, don't trust him-"

"You already told me that. And I'm going to make my own opinion of him." She jumps in, cutting me off again causing me to take a step back.

"I'm sorry?"

"I don't know what happened between you and Theo, but I trust him. And you know what? Frankly, your personality lately is really pissing me off. So stop talking shit about Theo and maybe look at yourself for a second." She pauses to catch her breath, her eyes darkening, "Actually, it's nice to know what your really like, you know. I knew you were too good to be true"

My heart sinks, I stumble slightly at her words. "Malia where is this coming from? Your just suddenly buddy buddy with Theo and believe everything he says? Are you ignoring everything we've been through?"

"Everything we've been through? Do you mean making me fall in love with you just so you wouldn't have to worry about me not wanting to come to the Wolf Pack with you? I've heard quite the stories Stiles." She hisses as a single tear falls down her face.

"From Theo? Are you not listening to me? He's a liar Malia, that's his life! He destroys everything of mine!" I snap, but instead of anger, sorrow fills my gut.

"He's not the one called Trickster!" Malia yells, her face turning red as she cries, shaking her head over and over again to which I can only step back more. "Stiles leave. I don't know who to trust, but I don't trust you, not now."

And with that, she slams the door in my face. The words I've always wanted to say to her fall from my lips moments too late, words I wished to tell her the day she kissed me, the days I saw her smile, the nights I held her, the moment I finally called her mine.

"I love you."

Author Note - Um I don't Know what is happening I'm writing too fast help Dx