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Stranded At The Penthouse

It starts off as the typical love story; Boy meets girl.
Fall madly in love.
Become highschool sweethearts and carnally display their affections.
Here's where this one goes sideways.

Malia came home to her pent house apartment she shared with her boyfriend, after a long day at work.
With big news for him.
"Stiles. I'm...home?" Malia paused when she saw the apartment empty.
"Oh good. You're home. You can grab your stuff." Stiles said as he wheeled out the last of his luggage.
"Did they repossess everything?" Malia asked.
"No. I'm moving out." Stiles said.
"Without talking to me? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Malia asked.
"Because it doesn't really concern you." Stiles said. "I've been cheating on you for months now and I finally have the balls to leave."
"I don't...understand. Did I do something wrong?" Malia asked.
"Not really. I just wanted to upgrade.
Lydia is model gorgeous, the youngest scientist in Washington, works for the FBI and has her own place next to her parents. That's where I'll be staying." Stiles explained.
"What about me? I can't afford this place. Are you just going to put the mother of your child out on the street?" Malia asked, hoping he'd pick up the hint. He looked at her curiously. Looking at her belly then back at her before bursting into laughter. "What's funny? It's true. I have the results right here." Malia said, showing him the results and the stick she peed on. Only making him laugh more.
"That's your problem. You're the dummy who got pregnant."
Stiles shrugged. Malia had a feeling of both sadness and rage.
"Our problem! You said you wanted a family with me." Malia said sadly.
"I lied. Excuse me." Stiles took a call.
"So after everything...you're abandoning me?" Malia asked.
"Alright. I'm on the way down. See you in a bit." Stiles said and hung up.
"You can't...leave me here by myself. We literally just got to this town and I don't know anyone." Malia said.
"Too bad. I gotta go. Here." He handed her $300.00. "Use that to get an apartment or an abortion. Or both. You can stay the night but the key returns in the morning. Toodles."
Stiles said cheerfully and entered the elevator with his luggage. Leaving Malia on the floor. In shock.
Mulling over everything. That's when her independent rage kicked in.
Something she lost when she started dating Stiles.
"Abandon me, will you? Humiliate me? Screw you Stiles Stilinski. I don't need you to take care of this baby or me. And I'm going to put disrespectful money to good use. Man slut." Malia marched to what was her room and gathered all her things.

She left at the crack of dawn and returned the key.
Searching for cheap apartments in the newspaper on her break.
Sleeping in the diner at night.
Anything to prove that she didn't need Stiles. Or anyone.
No one at all.