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“And, why are you hiding anyway?” The blonde questioned the boy some kind of curious about what he was doing. “This is not a good place to hide from someone or something”

“Uh.” Stiles thought for a moment. “Coach is looking for me,” he replied. “Prank gone wrong,” 

“Oh Lydia, where I come from is what you may call Hell,” he grinned maliciously at her, his eyes darkening. “But since you are such a fair and feisty lady, I’ll listen.” He gave her a mischievous smile. He knew it would annoy her.

“So demanding,” Stiles grinned cockily. “I like a girl that’s demanding.” He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest. “Well then, tell me what you would like... out of this?”

“I think I did” The girl laughed and then stared at the boy. “What are you doing exactly?”She questioned with an eyebrow raised.

“Uh,” Stiles looked from side to side. “Hiding, maybe.” He replied with wide eyes. “Nothing that will put anyone in the immediate vicinity in any danger?”

“I think it’s safer for others if I’m in here Stiles, I don’t want to turn into a monster.” She said softly, her voice almost disappearing at the end.

Stiles shook his head at her, holding at arms length and staring into her eyes. “How long have you known your father? A few months now? And how much of a father has he been to you? You can choose your father, Malia- you can choose yourself.” 

Malia let out a small sigh as she pulled away from him, she knew that’s be the answer.

“No,” Stiles shook his head. “I’m going to get you out of here.”

Malia’s arms rested behind his neck, smiling into the kiss as he spoke. She had missed his touch, she’d craved his touch. Stile was one of the few people hat could drive her crazy, she didn’t understand it but she let it happen.

“Fun?” Stiles grinned against her lips. “I like fun.”