The Best Friend (Teen Wolf)

Valentine's Day Special ❤️

A/N: Here is a short chapter that doesn't fit with the current storyline, but it's Valentine's day and I love writing about Malia :)

Come on, Emma, shape up. I shake out my hands and take a deep breath. Here we go.

I knock on the door and step back.

A few moments later the door opens. Malia looks back at me with furrowed eyebrows. I look her over. Her hair is messy like she just woke up (she probably did) and her clothes are wrinkled (I doubt she changed them after the fight we had yesterday), but she still looks beautiful.

"Emma. Does Scott want the pack—" she starts, already putting her hand on the jacket sitting by her door.

"No!" I take a moment to compose myself, "No, I just wanted to talk to you." She steps away from the jacket and straightens.

"Well talk," she says, crossing her arms.

"I— I have a crush on you, Malia," I look down and dig the toe of my sneaker into the wooden floorboard. "I've had one on you since Mexico."

"When we danced?" Her voice sounds strained. I nod and, when I look up, notice that one of her eyebrows is quirked. "What the hell is a crush?"

I laugh, anxiety draining out of me. "A crush is... when you like someone. And when we touched, I realized how much I like you."

"Oh. Like how Scott likes Stiles?"

"No, more like... how Scott likes Kira," I mumble, scratching the nape of my neck.

She pauses before answering. "I like you, too."

My head shoots up. "You do?"

"Yeah, I don't know if it's Kira level, but," she shrugs, "I want to kiss you."

I immediately blush. "Can we... can we try?" I move a stray lock of hair behind my ear and look down at my shoes.

"Sure," she steps forward and holds my cheek, forcing me to face her. As soon as our eyes meet, she leans in and captures my lips with hers. My eyes close as I bask in the feeling of her soft lips.

She presses forward, sending sharp tingles along my lips. I moan and hold her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands slide under my shirt, sending fresh jolts of excitement up my body.

I—

"Emma," someone whispers from behind me. I try to ignore them as I slip my hands under Malia's shirt.

"Emma!" The person hisses. Something hits the back of my head.

I swear as I look over and find a pencil sitting on the ground, inches away from me.

I groan as I pull away from Malia. I turn around to scold the perpetrator, but I remain silent as soon as I see the desk separating us. I slowly look around and notice some other students sending me sly glances.

Was that a dream? I resist the urge to slam my head on the table.

I turn around to find Lydia looking back at me with a pointed look. She gestures to the pencil and I quickly pick it up, handing it back to her.

'Thank you,' I mouth. She nods and flashes me a knowing smile before going back to writing in her notebook.