👠Kira🗡
I take the bowl of popcorn out of the microwave and curl up with Scott on the sofa, trying to focus on the movie. I can't. I can't focus on the stupid movie! I let out a sigh and hope Scott doesn't notice.
"Babe, what's wrong?" He asks pausing film and turning to me.
He has that worried look on his face, the one with the pleading eyes that make me melt. He uses it when he's trying to get something out of me. So I turn away.
"Nothing." I reply it sounds harsher than I want it to
"Kira," he says placing a finger under my chin and tilting my head so I'm looking into his eyes "you can tell me anything."
"I-I," I take a deep breath "Itoldstylesaboutlydiasplantobreakhimandmaliaup!" I say in one breath
"Your gonna have to slow down Kira." He chuckles
"I told styles about Lydia's plan to break him and Malia up." I sigh
"Well you did the right thing."
"I know, but Lydia and Allison are my best friends and I feel like I betrayed them or something."
"Exactly."
"What?! Scott your supposed to be helping me!"
He rolls his eyes "what I mean is: exactly,they're your best friends and maybe they'll be angry for a bit but they'll realise that you only did it to protect Malia and Stiles, your other best friends."
"Yeah, or Lydia will turn all of her minions and Allison against me and make my life a living hell!"
"Don't be so dramatic! Your life couldn't possibly be a living hell."
I give him a questioning look
"I'm in it." He shrugs. I burst into a fit of giggles
"Ok," he continues "now that your cheered up can we carry on watching the movie?"
"Yeah, sure" I smile
Scott picks up the remote but doesn't start the movie, he turns to me.
"And babe, if all else fails and you stop talking to Lydia or she makes your life a living hell, you'll still have me. You'll always have me." He gently kisses my forehead
"I love you Scott" I reply
He smiles "I love you more."
💄Lydia💄
My phone buzzes from inside my jacket pocket. I stop making out with Jeremy from physics, sniffy as Allison has nicknamed him, To see who's calling.
The name that pops up on the screen is the last one I expected.
"Well this should be good." I mutter under my breath
"Huh?" Jeremy asks
"Just give me a minuet babe." I wink before leaving the room to answer
"Stiles, long time no... Speak I guess." I answer in the most flirty voice I can.
"I know about your little plan Lydia!" he growls
"Plan?" I ask playing dumb
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!" He sounds angrier than that time when I burnt all his clothes
"I honestly don't know what your talking about."
"Lydia! I've had it up t-"
I cut him off. "Oh that plan, right."
I hear him sigh
"Right well I'm just calling to tell you we know, so it won't work."
"Wait! We? Malia knows?"
"Of course she knows!"
"Is she upset?"
"Yes Lydia she's upset are you happy now?"
"No," I smirk "not yet. Not until she feels exactly how I felt when she took you away from me!" I end the call before he can respond
I walk back in to Jeremy's bedroom
"So," I start "where were we?"
☄Stiles☄
I put my phone back into my pocket and join Malia in the living room.
"What did she say?" She asks
"Well I told her that I knew. She didn't care. I told her you were upset. She didn't care. So I asked her if she was done torturing you. She said no."
"Stiles," she sighs "we need to talk."
"Um ok," I sit on the sofa "what's up?" I ask.
She sits opposite me with her hands in her lap further away than she normally would. Her eyes are cast downward and her eyebrows are furrowed, the same expression she has when she's deciding weather she should do something or not.
"Malia?" I ask "What's going on?"
But I think I already know.
She's about to break my heart.
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B.H.H.S (stalia)
FanfictionA cross between teen wolf and mean girls enjoy ;) I don't own teen wolf Malia Tate is 17 years old her parents and sister died in a car crash last year... At least that's what she thinks. The truth is Malia killed her family the night of her first f...
