First Time

Just The Beginning

Stiles is staring at the school bell just waiting for it to be the end of the day, only a few more minutes he whispers to himself whilst he lets out a huge sigh of relief. *BRINGGGGG goes the bell for the last lesson. Stiles gathers his things and he's out the door so fast that he clashes into the new girl turning the corner' Malia'.Both their text books drop to the ground. Stiles doesn't even notice that he had bumped into one of the most beautiful girls at school, he was just focused on heading home as fast as he could. "i'm so sorry, i can be such an idiot some time" Stiles said as he picked up all the books.As he stood up to face Malia his jaw dropped and his eyes where focused on Malia's beautiful soft skin and her brown curled hair, he could not believe his eyes. " it's ok it was an honest mistake" Malia replied. Stiles was still glazing at how beautiful she was. " Umm.. hello... are you ok ?" Malia said with a worried tone in her voice. Stiles suddenly was aware that he had been starring for a long time now. " yea, sorry, was just trying to think of your name but it does't cross my mind. are you new or something?" " yea, this is actually my first day" she said while nodding her head. stiles handed her,her books. " well sorry again, i hope to see you around again sometime." "Yea, same here." Stiles started walking backwards still looking at Malia, he stumbled over his feet making a fool of him self as always.He gave her a have crooked smile and a wave. Malia was left starring at her feet biting her lip to stop her from letting out a giggle. she let out a sigh and headed home thinking about how Stiles kept starring at her. was there something in my face she thought or was he looking at another girl behind me?. She thought all the way and could not wait to back to school tomorrow. just the thought of him made her smile.

Malia was up all night thinking about Stiles. had she make a new friend or was she secretly hoping for something more. even though it was a small conversation she really did feel something there. Either way she was trying to make her self look a little nicer than yesterday, she could not believe that she was wearing old jeans and a hoodie to school on the first day in front of a really cute boy. She through on her best denim shorts and a black low cut singlet with a loose burgundy cardigan and her favorite high brown boots.

Stiles waited untill his dad 'the sheriff of Beacon Hills' went to work before he snuck into his dad's room he borrowed some aftershave. he also decided to use some of his dads hair gel. he swept it all different ways to make it look effortless. he grabbed his bag and books and headed for the door.

Malia walked through the front of the school doors to see Stiles standing at his locker grabbing his books for first lesson. She could feel her self go red in the cheeks. Stiles turned to see Malia staring at him with a cute smile on her face. He waved to her and shut his locker and started to head towards Malia. Mailia thought to herself " oh my god, he is coming over here, ok be cool just be cool". " hey" Stiles says to Malia. " hey, how are you?" Mailia replied. " well despite the fact that i have chemistry next i'm ok" Stiles gives a slight chuckle to him self. "oh i have that to, it's near the libary right?" "yea if you like i can walk you there" stiles said hoping that she wouldn't deny his offer. " That would be great!, i dont really know the way around here yet". Stiles went to grab Malia's books from her hand. she pulled away, "you really don't have to do that" " it's ok i want to" he said with a smile on his face. He grabed the books from her hands and led the way to chemisty. " So why did you move to Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked. " well.. i kind had no choice,i was in a car accident with my mum and younger sister late last year, so i had to move here with my dad" Stiles stopped walking and turned to Malia. " I'm so sorry, you didn't have to tell me that" " it's ok i wanted to" Malia said convincingly." hey did you want to maybe come to a party tonight? she's and old friend of mine and i wasn't going to go because i had no one to go with, but i'll only going if you come with me."Are you sure?, no one will know me" Malia said with a anxious look her eyes. " yea of course, i want you there with me!" Stiles said getting closer to her looking down at her with a smile she couldn't say no to. " sure" Malia said feeling her cheeks go red again. she felt all tingly inside her stomach. " Great, i'll pick you up at 8"

All lesson Stiles and Malia where looking at each other back and forth and even caught another gazing at them. Malia was thinking what to wear tonight she didn't know what would happen. she started to feel really nervise now.

It was the end of school and Malia was walking home when she saw Stiles behind her in the corner of her eye. she stopped and turned around to walk with him. While they walked home they where talking about their child hood and their family's, they got to know so much in just that half hour. " This is me " Malia said scared what would come out of Stiles mouth. It wasn't the greatest house just an old house with two bedrooms one bathroom and a small kitchen that connected straight into the lounge room. " It's not much" Malia said just waiting to see what Stiles would say about it. " No, this is great i hate big houses,people think they are so rich and perfect just because they live in a big house" Stiles turned to Maliah to see a big smile on her face. Stiles walked her to the front door. " thanks for walking me home you didn't have to do that." Malia looked at the ground when she spoke she couldn't look at Stiles with out going red again. Stiles placed two of his fingers on her chin and rose her head so that they where eye level. "I had a great time" they both looked into each others eyes for a while. Stiles stepped back to try and stop from anything happening he wanted to kiss her so bad but he thought it might be to soon. " So i'll pick you up at 8." " yup cool, i'll see you then." Malia headed insdide and went to go get ready.