Our Little Secret- Scalia [ COMPLETE]

Malia's PoV

"You okay?" Scott and I are sitting alone in his living room on couches opposite each other,

"What was I thinking... I was gonna let her die, why didn't I go with him?!" I exclaim,

"That doesn't matter, she's alive now," 

"I could have stopped that from happening, I could have gone with him!" My voice cracks, he stands and sits on the sofa next to me, he calms my trembling hands with his and kisses my forehead,

"There's nothing you could have done," he whispers, "now come on we don't have time to think about what we could have done and what could have happened," he murmurs, I rest my head on his shoulder, gripping onto his warm hands,

I snuggle up to him for a couple of minutes then we are interrupted by the door swinging open. The silhouette of a guy is standing in the doorway. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust but then I see who it is. Isaac. My guilt turns to rage and I spring to my feet, Scott grabs me to hold me back but I push him off. I storm towards him and throw him on the ground violently. He groans and I throw his head back against against the floor. "You would have just stood there and let him kill her!!" I roar as my werecoyote features form on my face in rage.

"Can I talk to Scott," he rolls his eyes,

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yell in fury, I look over at Scott, he hasn't moved, he has a strange look on his face, I can't tell what is thinking.

I raise my fist but then give in, "what do you want?" I growl,

"We..." says a different voice, Jackson is standing at the door, he was with Isaac I must have not seen him, "Want to join your pack,"

I stare at them from one to another for a second, shaking my head in disbelief, "like hell you do," I scoff,

"Yeah," Scott nods his head, "why should we trust you?"

"Scott you loved Allison too and if she saw us fighting..." he leans up from the floor, "she would have... she would have..." his voice cracks and he breaks down into tears, "I'm so sorry Scott," he cries,

Scott looks over at me and tilts his head, considering, "Scott you can't seriously be considering this," I scoff,

"It's either this or we continue being at war, we need them whether we like it or not,"

"Thank you Scott," Jackson says sincerely,

"Whatever," I groan, "but if you do anything to hurt any of our friends I swear to God I will kill you," I storm out of the house and go behind some of the bushes behind Scotts garden, I sit cross legged on one of the rocks. I sit there for hours, my eyes closed, embracing the atmosphere around me. Ever since I turned back to human, I find myself sitting outside in nature, meditating really, it helps calm my nerves and reminds me of how simpler and straight forward life was as a coyote, when it was you live to stay alive and that's the only purpose. Living like this may sound rather dull but I enjoyed it, the thought of not having a care in the world is nice to me. So I like to sit outside every now again when I feel stress and imagine being a coyote again, without the stresses that being a human comes with.

After a few hours outside I go back into Scotts house. It has gone dark already. His door is locked so I climb in through his bedroom window. I can hear his shower running then stopping in his bathroom. I listen around and there is no-one else here, Jackson and Isaac must be staying somewhere else.

He comes out of his bathroom and I see all he is wearing is a towel, not round his waist but round his neck so everything else is... on show, but I don't care. "Jesus Malia!" He gasps, covering himself with his towel, "what are you-"

"Are you sure we can trust them?" I murmur,

"No," he sighs, "but if Isaac is anything like I remember we can trust him,"

"And Jackson?" I ask anxiously, playing with the buttons of my coat,

"I don't know with Jackson," he admits shaking his head, looking down at his towel, "I have never been able to trust him, but he's not half as strong as any of us, he won't hurt anyone,"

I sigh and look at the floor, he takes my hand and waits for me to look back into his eyes, "I swear to God, if he lays one finger on you I will rip off his balls," he raises his eyebrows,

I giggle and he smiles back, "ah but he'd heal, wouldn't he?"

"I don't know..." he frowns, "would my balls grow back if someone ripped them off? Not sure I'm willing to find out,"

"Your such a doofus," I chuckle, "but your my doofus," I smile, taking his neck and bringing his lips to mine,

He gently pushes his soft tongue into my mouth, "so am I your... you know..." he murmurs,

"Only if I'm your..." I look up then back into his eyes, "you know..."

"I'm okay with that," he smiles,

"Just okay?" I snort, my arms still coiled round his neck,

"Oh I am so happy," he gleams, "Malia freaking Tate is my girlfriend! I'm over the moon,"

"Prove it," I take one of my arms off his neck and take his hand, which is resting lightly on my waist and move them down my body.

He looks down at my waist then glances back into my arms, he no longer has that goofy smile fixed on his face, he's looking up at me sexily with a slight smirk tugging his face. I bite my lip and look down at his gorgeous body and rip off his towel, he pushes me back onto the bed behind me then climbs on top of me.

YALL YALL YALL #SCALIA IS CANNON WUDDUP :))) do you think they are doing the right thing trusting Jackson and Isaac? Or will they betray them? Don't forget to vote x