Beautiful Headache

What Is This Feeling?

After our talk at her secret hiding place, I just thought she would bounce back and go back to normal.
I was wrong.
"Hey, Scott. Stiles." Malia just said in passing. That was it. She didn't even take the time to demean or torment me. That just wasn't right.
And to top it all off, Kira broke up with me because she didn't want to be with someone in love with someone else. I had no idea what she was talking about. Who?!
Women just make no sense to me.
Stiles seemed to have it figured out though. Started dating Lydia.
I thought Malia would feel better in a week or two but...

Winter formal was just around the corner and Malia was still in the dumps. She hardly says two words to me and hasn't shoved me against my locker or anything! Her brother says she comes home, eats, studies and goes to sleep. Doesn't even go to the skate park anymore.
"Any progress?" I asked Jackson.
"Well...She smiled. That's something." Jackson answered.
"That's not fair. The guy who broke her heart gets to continue being a slut but Malia's in mourning for six months like her grandma died."
I said annoyed.
"I try talking to her but I get nothing back. She's gone." Jackson said.
"She doesn't even abuse me anymore.
I miss her so much..." I didn't realize who messed up that sentence was until I heard it come out of my mouth. "What...We need to fix her."
"Why don't you talk to her?"
Jackson asked.
"Me? Why?" I asked. Not disgusted or offended. Just curious.
"You're the one in love with her. It's only logical." Now I'm offended.
"I am no such thing. Why would you say that?" I asked.
"Because it's...true?"
"Lies. I'm not in love. Besides, what would I even say?"

Malia's POV

I sat on the bleachers watching the basketball team do suicide runs.
One of them even threw up.
I brought me joy.
Very little did in the past six months.
Not since I found Theo and Tracy together. A relationship he still flaunted. I wanted to cry, scream and punch something but it involved too much energy so I shut down all my emotions. I want to get back to being happy but I'm just not feeling it.
"Malia?" I looked up when I heard Scott's voice. I gave him a half smile.
"Hi." I said softly.
"Can I sit?" Scott asked. I nodded.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah...How long are you going to grieve for?" Scott asked.
"I'm sorry?" I asked confused.
"He broke your heart and it sucks but there's no need to make everyone else suffer for it." Scott said.
"What are you even talking about?" I asked confused and annoyed.
"That! It's the first time you've shown any sign of annoyance towards me in months. You're quiet and not treating me like crap and I won't stand for it.
You don't even insult or abuse me anymore. It's like you don't even care." Scott muttered the last part.
"But you hate it when I'm mean to you. Now you're mad because I'm not?" I laughed.
"Maybe. So? Who cares?" Scott asked.
"You're...a freak but if it makes you feel better, I will go back to being mean to you." I said and shoved his shoulder. His eyes lit up.
"Thank you. That's all I ask." He said.
"You're so weird." I laughed. Then he gave me this weird look and turned pink before saying goodbye and running off.

Scott's POV

I don't know what happened.
One minute, everything was cool.
Next...she looked all pretty and being sweet  and got this weird feeling and I was bolting for the doors.
I actively avoided her at all cost until after school. At which point, I hightailed it to Stiles' house.
He had a root canal done so he couldn't do much talking.
"Hi! So this weird thing happened with me and Malia today." I started.
Did you kiss?
"What? No. Listen. We were talking and she just shoved me because I said I missed her being mean to me and she was being all sweet and then she started looking all pretty and I got this weird feeling in my stomach and for some reason I got a chub that I had to hide for half an hour until I stopped thinking about her and...she smacked me on the back of the head when she was leaving and it just came back." I blurted out. Glad to get it off my chest. Stiles tried to laugh.
I miss the best stuff when I'm away. You finally realize you love her.
"No! No I don't. Why does everyone keep saying that?" Scott asked.
Because you do. You love Malia.
"Gross! Stop saying that. I hate this gross feeling."
While I'm having a crisis, my best friend is willing to risk excruciating pain to laugh at me.