This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 53

-Stiles' P.O.V-

"It's right over here.", I point as I lead Malia to her second period. I can't believe she's actually here. It's been so long since I've even thought about her. And now, here she is, walking besides me, looking lost as she tries to navigate her ways through the halls.

"Thanks.", she says as she walks up to the door.

"My class is just two doors down, so I'll meet you back here to help you find your next period."

"You honestly don't have to do that.", she says smiling at me. "I don't need to be babied. I can find my way around."

"Ya, I know. But I just want to.", I say, flashing her a wide grin.

We stare at each other for some time until the warming bell suddenly rings, making me jump.

"Shit! I can't be late to Mr. Davis' class again.", I say as I turn around, running down the hall. "I'll see you after class ok?", I tell over my shoulder. The last thing I see is Malia laughing at me until I bound into class, stopping once inside to catch my breath.

Man, Malia. Words can't even begin to describe the kind of girl she is. She's one of those girls that you don't just find anywhere. It's been two whole years since I've seen here. The last time was when we-

I quickly shake my head, ridding myself of the thoughts of Malia and I. The bell rings.

"Nice to see you are for once on time, Mr. Stilinski. Now please take a seat.", Mr. Davis instructs me.

I quickly nod my head and walk to my seat. As I reach my seat, I see the beautiful dark brown curly haired girl I've come to heavily fond. Vanessa sits with her eyes deep in her notebook, writing down the days lesson plan.

I slid into my chair without a word and wait for her to speak. She finishes writing the lesson than begins listening to Mr. Davis' lecture as she takes notes. She hasn't said a single word to me, not even looked at me or even breathed my way.

She's mad. I know she's mad. She has to be mad. I know what I did, and she must be pissed beyond belief. But can I even blame her?

I've been staring at her for over twenty minutes now, not even paying attention to the lesson plan, and she hasn't once looked at me. It's actually paining me not hearing voice or seeing the full of her memorable eyes. I bet if I even tried to touch her she'd fling me across the room like a booger.

"What was that last thing that Mr. Davis said?", Vanessa speaks.

Her voice almost catches me off guard, causing me to jump back a bit from staring at her so hard. But it's not only her voice, but where it was directed. Because she hadn't spoken to me, she had spoken to Ethan.

I look at Ethan and his face is just as perplexed as mine. Vanessa never speaks to him. She dreads this class just because of him. Everyday when we walk here she takes the entire five minute passing period just so she won't have to see him more than she actually has to. And now she's...talking to him.

"Umm.", Ethan starts. "He said that Ohms law deals with current, voltage, and resistance."

"Thank you, Ethan." She flashes him one of her signature that could possibly create world peace and even melt the stone cold heart of the devil himself before putting her face back into her note book.

I'm completely befuddled at the one minute interaction. What does this even mean? I stare at her for some more time until I finally find my voice to speak to her. "So you're not going to talk to me?", I ask her.

She quickly snaps her head to the direction of my voice. "Oh, hello Stiles." She flashes me another one of those smiles, so wide and bright that it hurts. But the smile doesn't reach her eyes at the slightest. Her eyes are cold, deathly cold. I can almost see the the anger and frustration in them, but there is also a massive wave of sadness. It's hard to directly look at, but I can't tear my eyes away.

Luckily, she saves me from the trouble and turns away first, leaving me once again to stare at her. I need to talk to her. I need to do something. Whatever possessed her to speak to Ethan cannot mean good things for me.

Before I can't even think of anything to say to her, the bell rings. Once again I slightly jump from the sudden jump at the sound of the noise. Shit. I quickly throw my stuff into my backpack and look up to Vanessa's desk, but she isn't there. I look all around me until I spot her curly head walking briskly out of the door. I shoot out of my desk and fly out of the room.

Once outside, I look everywhere. Damn the three thousand kids that attend this damn school. I'm almost about give up until finally again I spot that curly head. I race to it, pushing people out of my way and disregarding their crude remarks.

"Vanessa!", I yell at her, but she keeps walking. Fuck. She's only a couple people ahead of me before finally I grasp her tiny wrist in my hand, twirling her around to face me.

Her eyes are still cold. They don't even look like the ones I've become accustomed too. It's scary.

"Umm, hi.", I say scratching the back of my head.

"Hello Stiles." Why is she being so formal with me? It's making me uncomfortable.

"Umm," Man, why is this so awkward. "What's up?"

"Stiles!" I turn to the tight squeal of my name and find Malia coming towards me.

"Hey, you said you were going to walk me to class, remember?"

Fuck. "Oh ya, sorry I'm sorry. Must have forgot."

From the corner of my eye, I see Vanessa grow colder. Like an actual stone. She looks lethal, deadly, completely terrifying.

"Who's this?", Malia asks, looking at Vanessa.

"Oh, ya umm, Malia, this my girl-"

"It's Vanessa.", Vanessa says coldly, cutting me off.

What? Dammit, why is she acting like this? I understand she's mad, but why would she not let me tell Malia about us? Even the way she's looking at her makes my skin crawl, but Malia seems completely oblivious to it.

"Well I need to go. I have lacrosse next. Can't be late for that, you know?", Vanessa says while she slowly backs away.

"Oh you have lacrosse next? Me too!", Malia exclaim as I watch Vanessa cringe and her perfect face scrunch in disgust. "It's good to know I'll have another friend in one of my classes. Stiles is already in my first period."

Vanessa raises her eyebrows at me. "Oh does he now? Well isn't that just cute.", she sneers. "Well sweetheart, I suggest if you don't want to be on coaches shit list, you don't be late." With that she turns on her heels and strides down the hall way, kids literally parting the seas to make her path.

"I don't think she likes me.", Malia states. I say nothing but just stare after Vanessa. "She seems like a bitch."

"She's not." My voice comes off a bit edgier than intended, but she's not about to call her a bitch.

"Well sorry. Didn't mean to upset your little friend."Friend. That's the words to use.

Before I can say anything, the bell rings.

"Looks like I'll be on Coaches shit list after all.", Malia says.