Our Little Secret- Scalia [ COMPLETE]

Malia's PoV

After Scott left me at my drive I walk inside my house. My Dad is in the living room, I sneak past so he doesn't question why I was late back from Stiles' and head up to my room.

As soon as I enter my room I am filled with overwhelming guilt. I had hurt Stiles. I had hurt him without an explanation. He probably hates me now. I have to explain to him that I broke up with him for him, not for me and that I know how he feels about Lydia and that I know it's not his fault- the list could go on longer. I just have to talk to him.

I fumble around my pocket and grab my phone. I call his number, the phone rings and rings and rings. After 25 seconds it goes to voicemail. I call the number again, 25 seconds of ringing later it goes to voicemail. I would under stand if he was ignoring me, I did just break up with him. But he isn't ignoring me- if he was ignoring me it would have gone to voicemail after 5- 10 seconds. This means he isn't with his phone. I left his house an hour ago where the hell could he have gone without his phone? It's Stiles- he never goes anywhere without his phone.

My curiosity starts to turn to panic. What if he's done something stupid? I call him one last time, it happens again. I should go to his house to make sure he's okay.

I run down the stairs, but my Dad hears me this time. "Malia I didn't hear you come in, where are you going?" He sounds concerned,

"Out, it's an emergency, I won't be long," I say, opening the door,

"I don't think you are! Tell me where you going," he demands,

I roll my eyes and run out the door, "Malia!" He yells, but I ignore him, I have to make sure Stiles was okay, it is my responsibility- I am the one who hurt him. I jump in my car and drive to Stiles'.

"If he's okay, just leave, don't make things worse," I say to myself, turning on the engine. I get to his house and use my werecoyote super-hearing to hear if he is in there.

I can hear not one but two very loud, rising heartbeats. His Dad doesn't get back from work until midnight on a Sunday, who the hell could it be. I listen closer and I hear panting, gasping, moaning coming from his bedroom.

I take a step back as I realise what I am listening to. I look around the drive to find something to distract me from the sounds, but now I've started listening the noises won't go.

I cover my ears hopelessly, but that does nothing. I notice a familiar blue car in the driveway. It is Lydia's. I feel my stomach churning, I feel sick again. I am happy for them to get to together, but not this fast. It hasn't even been a day. Am I really this easy to get over? Does Stiles really not care for me at all?

I run back into my car. The noises still filling my head. I hear Stiles moaning Lydia's name, he has never said my name like that. I turn up the radio, but it does nothing.

I have to go to talk to someone. Someone who actually gives a shit about my life. Someone who can comfort me. Someone I care for. My mind instantly goes to one person and one person only. Scott.