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Marylin jumped when she closed her locker and saw Malia standing there, her arms folded over her chest.
"Oh, Mal, hey," Marylin chuckled softly, adjusting her bag that was slung over her shoulder. "What's up?"
"We need to talk, Marylin." Malia answered, her eyes serious.
"Okay, sure. Is everything okay?" Marylin questioned, her brow furrowing at her friend's uncharacteristically serious tone.
"I need you to stay away from Stiles." Malia said, and Marylin's eyebrows shot up.
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me."
Marylin's lips parted in surprise, her eyes wide. "Malia-"
"Marylin, I might not be dating Stiles anymore, but he's still one of my best friends. And I don't want him getting hurt, and I don't think you do either." Malia said, raising her eyebrows. "I'm just trying to protect him. And if you care about him, the best thing you can do is back off." With that, the coyote turned on her heel, and walked away, leaving Marylin staring at her back in shock.
Marylin came from a long line of hunters. She had to admit, her family didn't exactly have a good history with the supernatural, but that didn't mean she was out to hurt the McCall pack. She was a part of it for God's sake! That and the fact that Stiles was a human like her. She would never do anything to hurt him or the pack. Neither would her family.
But was Malia right? Could her family's background put Stiles in danger? She and Stiles weren't officially a couple, but you'd have to be blind not to see the chemistry that was clearly between them. But maybe staying away from him was the best thing to do.
She ran this thought over and over again in her mind as she made her way to her next class, which just so happened to be with Stiles.
"Marylin," Stiles called when she walked into the classroom, smiling brightly at her. "I saved you a seat."
Marylin froze, her eyes wide. "Oh, uh, I actually promised Kira I would sit with her today." She lied smoothly, offering him a sheepish smile. "Do you mind?"
Stiles' smile faltered slightly, but he didn't let it fall. "Of course not. Go, sit, gossip. Whatever it is you girls do." He joked, waving a hand at her in dismissal.
