state of dreaming ; malia tate.

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Malia walked through the hallway with the coach, who amused her with his sarcastic lines and witty comebacks.

She looked to her left to see her boyfriend, Stiles. She smiled and thankfully, the coach walked away.

Stiles walked up to her, smiling, grabbing her hand and leading her through the hallway to his locker which was three lockers away from Cara's.

Cara was there, looking at her phone. She looked up when she heard footsteps walking near her, only to see the couple from the library.

She got her history book out, stuffing it in her bag and slamming her locker shut.

Malia jumped when she heard it. Maybe because she wasn't expecting it or because her hearing makes everything three times louder.

She saw Cara's jet black hair, getting ready to growl at her, but Stiles put his hand on her shoulder, whispering to her all the lockers make the loud noise.

Stiles closed his locker, turning around. They both walked away, but when Malia turned around to look at the girl, she saw her icy blue eyes.

She was amazed by her eyes, but her stare stopped when they turned the corner of the hallways.

- - - - - >

"Oh my god! Where did you get your shoes, they're amazing!" A strawberry blonde said to Cara in history class.

Cara smiled kindly and said, "My mom has a shop downtown"

"And you are our new best friend." She stated, pointing to a brunette and a Asian girl.

"What are your names?" Cara asked, smiling slightly.

"I'm Lydia, this is Allison, and that's Kira."

"I'm Cara."