It's for real this time.
warning: they have sex. but no smut. like it's mentioned but not detailed. you'll see.
Chapter 10: totally care
Scott's POV
I opened the door to see Alison standing there. She wore a simple white shirt with blue skinny jeans. Her hair was in its usual waves.
"Scott.", she whispered. I looked into her familiar brown eyes as she looked into mine.
"Alison.", I answered, "What are you doing here?", I asked, keeping my voice down.
"I- I can't keep doing this Scott. I can't live with myself. You know that I'm not the type of girl who weeps on her ex's doorstep but please, Scott, I can't anymore. It's too much. You just left me there, without telling me why and it's killing me so please, you owe me this, tell me. Please tell me.", she sobbed, whispering the last part as her voice cracked. My heart broke in this moment. My love, my best friend was more broken than I ever thought she would be.
I made my way to her and enveloped her in my arms, melting into the warmth of her small frame.
"I'm sorry.", I whispered into her hair, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
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I wrapped my arm around Alison's naked waist as I closed my eyes. Did it mean we were back together? I didn't know.
"You're oddly silent.", Alison said. I chuckled.
"Since when am I a big talker?", I asked, smiling. She laughed slightly.
"You've got a point here." She turned in my arms to face me. "I wish you spoke more.", she whispered.
I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'll try.", I whispered back. She leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I heard her heart beat faster as I kissed her back. But I felt guilty.
I felt guilty because I was in love with someone else.
Stiles's POV
"You had sex with Alison! Do you realize I crazy but convenient that actually is? Bro, you broke up with her for a reason. What the hell are you doing?", I said as Scott and myself made our way to our lockers.
"But does it mean we're together now?", he asked. I looked at him in confusion.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?", I asked.
"Shit, she's coming here. What do I do?", he whisper-shouted. I laughed at him.
"Who is she? Your sixth grade crush? I don't know you guys know each other since a very long time Scott!", I sassed him.
"Not Alison-"
"Hey, Stiles, can I talk to you for a minute?", a feminine voice asked behind me. I turned to see Malia standing there, dressed in a blue shirt. My favourite colour.
"Y-yeah sure.", I answered, my heartbeat increasing like crazy. I didn't think she'd ever talk to me again after last night, when I sneaked into her room. Actually I had no idea which window was her room's, I just hoped I wouldn't climb into her parents'. Or even worse, Derek's.
"Stiles? You coming?", she asked, interrupting my thoughts. I nodded rapidly and followed her into an empty classroom.
"What is it?", I asked. She looked at me longly before speaking up.
