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Stiles poked his head over Malia's shoulder, looking down at the textbook. He doubted he would surprise her. She'd probably smelled him coming from a mile away - or he could be overestimating her abilities, but he had faith in her, and besides, he wasn't a werecoyote. He didn't know how werecoyote abilities worked. She could have been too entranced in the math to notice him. Either way, he spoke up, "Need some help?"

He was in a higher math class than she was. He'd tried to sign up for her math class, but classes cost money and his dad would surely kill him if he took a class he didn't need. He was taking five classes since he hadn't signed up for lacrosse - he was only so good at that sport and he didn't see the point to trying out for the college team; it wouldn't have been the same.

He walked around and plopped down next to Malia, letting his backpack slip off his shoulder and slide down his arm to the ground. He wasn't as smart as Lydia, but he wasn't completely useless or an idiot - not that Malia was an idiot, he didn't think that at all. Some people got math, some people didn't. He was just lucky that he got it - and when he hadn't gotten it, he'd used Lydia's notes.

"Or, y'know, we could make out," he said, looking at her sideways and giving her a goofy grin. He'd be fine with either option. Unless her homework was due later that day, then she'd have to focus on that. He didn't want to distract her and then have her fail a class because of him.

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TAGGED:; @malia

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NOTES:; Sorry it's not the best reply, but enjoy some Stalia <3

Stiles wasn't going to protest - he'd never protest. He leaned in toward her, returning the kiss. He brought his hand up and cupped it against her cheek. Making out wasn't all they did, but he surely enjoyed it. A part of him thought that he should be helping her with her homework, not making out with her, but that part was idiotic and he quickly mentally told it to shut up. He could make out with his girlfriend without feeling guilty about distracting her if he wanted to. Nope, no guilt here.

He could feel the eyes of passing students on them. Public displays of affection made people uncomfortable, but they also had the tendency to stare at the couple, perhaps wishing they had what Stiles and Malia had. What did they have? What did he and Malia have that others seemed to want? He knew the answer to those types of questions. He'd known for a long time now.

"I love you," he breathed against the kiss, placing his other hand on her hip. He broke the kiss to smile softly at her and just look into her eyes. She was beautiful, kind, brave, kick-ass, and just perfect in his opinion. Anyone who thought different, well he'd sick Malia on them. I love you didn't really begin to cover how he felt about her, but it was the closest he could find. He honestly couldn't see himself being with anybody else. He loved her and didn't want to ever date anyone else.

It wasn't a secret that he'd used to have the biggest crush on Lydia Martin, but the two of them had become much more like close friends. Malia had stolen his heart and he hoped that she'd never give it back. He wanted her to have it, to always have it. He'd never say that out-loud because guys weren't supposed to say sentimental things like that though he didn't understand why. Why couldn't he tell her how much he loved her, how much she meant to him? Was was it unmanly to tell her how she made him feel? Why was I love you the only thing society would accept?


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MUSE:; Burnin' It Down by Jason Aldean
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