Theo and Malia-The afterlife

Chapter 3

Sorry for the extremely long wait! I've finally had time to update since college life is soo busy!

"You should be on Broadway or something for comedy, because that remark just made me laugh way too much," Malia scoffed looking away from Theo's vulnerable face.

It hadn't worked. Theo realized. She was only thinking of him as the jerk he was before. But at the same time, he couldn't blame her. If he was in her shoes, he probably should be as skeptical as Malia was now.

"What if I told you," He stated quietly, "that maybe I'm not making this up. That whatever I'm saying right now is the truth. Would you believe me?"

"Of course not," Her reply came without effort. "Give me one good reason why I should," Malia turned her face away from him her brown hair covered up her eyes. If they weren't in such a compromising position, he would do what any other nice guy would, and push the hair away from her face. But to everyone at Beacon Hills, he was still the villain, the one who connived with the Dread Doctors and terrorized the entire town.

Instead when he was brought back, he wanted redemption. He wanted people to no longer look at him as a threat, but rather a normal guy who went to school to seek for an education. One of the regulars. He knew that his time in hell with his sister was torture, all of the things he had done to gain power, had meant nothing to the people he cared about.

"Honestly, I don't have much to provoke you, either you believe me or you don't," Theo's tone became pleading.

"What a nice answer," She rolled her eyes at him and walked on further around the parking lot. Since their conversation took place, they had been circling about three times.

Even though Theo's efforts were failing miserably, he considered another tactic. Malia was drawn to him without even knowing it. Scott had told her he was a werecoyote the minute he had found out. And for that, Malia felt stupid for falling for his tricks. After all, she couldn't help it.

Suddenly Theo lost his patience and pinned Malia against the door of his truck. Her arms were locked down by Theo's grasp as she struggled to push away from him. Their faces merely inches from each other brought both to a halt. Theo's eyes turned amber as Malia's transformed blue. The werecoyote connection was so strong that it was inevitable. Both could try to hide it as best they could, but one had to fall. They just had to.

Malia stayed where she was planted to the ground. Her only support was Theo, despite her struggles to break apart from him. But at the same time, she realized that maybe Theo was her life support. He was the guy she had to trust because nobody understood her the way he did. Their shared memories appeared before her eyes. Their passion to fight, to save the things they wanted was the way they truly connected, and it made Malia wonder just how blind she was to the connection she had tried so hard to ignore.

Theo gazed back at the girl in front of him. Her blue eyes shining radiantly and her hold suddenly dissipating.

"Let me go!" Malia cried snapping out of the haze she was stuck in. Her arms flared uselessly gripping onto Theo's arms so that he would release her. He had gotten strong, she noticed. No longer did her strength overpower him as it used to, but rather, it made her weaker. Theo grappled back, keeping her in place.

"No!" He yelled back at her with the same force. "I'm trying to prove to you that I've changed, that I want to start being the better person."

Continuously, they fought against each other the tension between them building. It was not soon that Malia was able to get one hand free. Without missing a heartbeat, she socked him dead in the face. Theo's expression faltered at the sudden hit, but recovered quickly and continued holding her down.

His hands held hers down and twisted her around so that she landed right on his chest so that he could lean down and whisper,

"Either we do this the easy way or the hard way. We can continue fighting and get ourselves nowhere, or you could stop and we can talk like civil people do," His breath against her ear sent tantalizing messages through Malia. She tried not to give in to the temptation of believing his words or to even give him the satisfaction that he desperately wanted. Malia was not one to back down or to surrender. She was a fighter, a girl determined to save the people she loves.

"Civil? You call yourself civil? To me, you seem like a psychopath," And they continued. Sexual tension withstanding.

"Stop fighting me!" Theo cried, "Things are not gonna get better if you don't stop!"

"Why? Better yet, why should I listen to you? You almost got me killed, you almost killed Scott. You think that I'm happy that your back? Nobody is! All you brought to Beacon Hills Theo, is terror, and you still continue to do that even when your back. Don't give me that bullshit about us being werecoyotes that I should start trusting you. I figured it out, your only getting to me so that I can provoke the rest of the pack to start trusting you. Isn't that it? I'm just your pawn in whatever new game you have prepared?" Malia was taunting him now. She was losing her patience as well, screaming whatever it was that she felt.

"Malia—"

"No! gosh, I'm tired of you following me, I'm tired of your mind tricks. If you want a minion, why don't you go find someone else more willing to help you."

Theo's grasp loosened at her words. Did she really think that? Did she really think that I was using her as a pawn? Pain was read clearly in his eyes as he turned back human. Theo's infamous smirk was forgotten as his features took on a new expression. He had been hurt. And Malia could see that.

Theo backed away as if he were stung, and held his hands up in surrender.

"Fine, if that's how you feel then go back to your friends that only see you as a weapon rather than a friend. Go back to the people who had no care for you until they knew they were losing their own battle. But remember no matter how much you think I'm lying, there's a possibility that I'm not," Theo's eyes were downcast to the floor as he moved away from her and walked back towards the bleachers. He had failed in his plans to make her believe that he had changed. And he wasn't playing a game this time. He actually genuinely liked her.

As he walked away from her, Malia sensed the chemosignals. She could distinguish hurt, sadness, and grief. But for some odd reason, she felt her heart go out to him. Malia didn't mean to hurt him as badly as she had seen him. But the damage was done.

But yet it felt so unsettling especially when maybe just maybe, Theo must not be lying after all.

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XxDani