If The Shoe Fits-A STYDIA AU

Chapter Eleven

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Stiles drove to the Martin residence once he finished taking a refreshing shower after another grueling practice that was led by Coach Finstock. 

He trotted up their steep concrete steps and approached the front door to ring the door bell. 

The bell sounded throughout the house and Malia leaped out of her chair to see who was at the door. She would have told Lydia to fetch it, but was hoping that the delivery man came with her new Kylie Jenner Lip Kit.  Nonetheless when she opened the door she was still happy to see Stiles. Although she was delighted to see him she couldn't help, but wonder why he came in the first place. She rested her hand on the door frame with a fresh coat of lip gloss on her lips that she applied for the delivery man that she assumed was at the door.  "Hi, Stiles... what brings you here?"  Malia greeted. She presumed that he came to apologize after he intervened the fight during lunch, maybe he wanted to get back together with her, or maybe he was ready to apologize for the countless number of mistakes he made recently. However, she couldn't have been more wrong.

Stiles stuck his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet back and forth.  "I am actually looking for Lydia."  Malia frowned and he quickly and awkwardly responded, "See we are working at my place for the English project."

"Oh okay," Malia nodded. Malia didn't move or call out to Lydia saying that, 'Stiles is here.' Instead they stood with nothing but the door frame separating the both of them and uncomfortable silence.

"Is she by any chance ready to go?"  He furrowed his brows.

"No, she went out with Allison and Yuki," Malia lied right through her teeth.

"That doesn't sound like Lydia. She seems like the person that would call to cancel. Are you sure she is not in there?"  Stiles argued.  He took a step forward trying to enter the household, but Malia took a step closer towards him and looked into his eyes stroking the back of his neck playfully.

"Stiles, I haven't talked to Lydia since the small brawl at the park," she replied stroking her fingers through his locks of raven colored hair.

"You mean the one you and your friends instigated," he accused.

Malia wasn't going to try and act all innocent instead he was surprised by her confession, "Stiles, I'll admit I said somethings that weren't the most appropriate opinions to share, but it's not like any of them backed down.  They are as much as to blame for the fight as I."  She sighed at his scoff and slowly removed her hand around his neck and rubbed his chest in small circles.  "Like I said that was the last time I talked to her." Malia used small touches and long lasting gazes that she gave to Stiles to try and persuade him into believing the words that came out of her mouth and distract him from the lie she was wielding.

Stiles took a step back and removed Malia's hand covered in bangle bracelets away from him. "You do realize that talking and seeing are completely different things, right? I know your lying, Malia.  I know your tell," he observed and didn't believe one word that was coming out of her mouth.

"Tell?"  She scoffed.  "I don't have a tell!  And if you think that I am lying then you might as well just prove it and not accuse me!" Malia challenged and crossed her arms.  Malia was always the most stubborn out of all her sisters and made it her obligation to get her way.