Recondite {Malia Tate}

1: Dark Moon

"Stiles, I-I don't know if I can do this." Charlie mumbled into his phone.

"Charlie, dude, it's a part of the plan. Think. Of. The plan." Stiles told him.

Charlie couldn't help but swallow nervously as Malia tugged his arm into the Spanish club. His body vibrated with the dubstep music down the hall, and he began to sweat.

"I'm thinking of the plan, Stiles. It's just this plan involves dancing and-and socializing-which we both know that is something I have absolutely no skill with-" Charlie began ranting until Malia cut him off.

She grabbed his phone, abruptly tapping the red 'end' button at the bottom of the screen, stopping anything Stiles was going to say to reply. She shoved the silver phone into the back pocket of her short shorts, something that made Charlie even more nervous.

"You smell bad. You need to calm down." She told him.

"I-I am calm-" He started.

"Then why is your heart beating so fast?" She asked him.

Charlie swallowed again, and Kira watched the two's exchange with a small smile on her lips; she knew Malia made Charlie nervous-as did everyone else-, yet Malia never seemed to realize it.

Charlie took a deep breath as they stopped at the door to the club, "I don't like parties."

"Well, it's a good thing this isn't a party." Malia said, opening the door, "It's a club."

Charlie shook his head, "Malia, I don't think I should-"

Malia ignored him, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the club. Charlie tried to ignore the small tingles that shot through his hand as Malia's strong grip kept him in a quickly paced walk behind her. He couldn't help but focus on her long hair as she pulled him to the middle of the dance floor.

Malia began to dance, bouncing on her toes and throwing her head around; her hair whipping every which way as she let loose, not bothered by the intrigued stares people sent her.

Charlie stayed still, watching Kira as she walked to a small sitting area in the back of the club, sitting on a red, velvet couch. Her eyes met his and she almost laughed at the petrified look on his face as he pleaded her to help him with his eyes.

"Do you like Kira?"

Charlie was pulled from his staring at Kira, seeing Malia giving him a frustrated stare.

"W-what?" He called over the music.

Malia rolled her eyes, "Kira. Do you like her?" She repeated.

Charlie gave her a weird look and he shook his head, "Uh, n-no? Why would I like Kira, her and Scott are already together and we're just friends."

"Then why are you staring at her?" She pushed.

"Because when I get nervous I look to my friends." Was all he could say.

Malia huffed, stopping her small bouncing, "Then why didn't you look at me?"

Charlie was at a loss for words as he stared at the were-coyote, pure nervousness was driving him as his mouth dried; like he had stuffed it with hundreds of cotton balls. What was he supposed to say to her? Did he offend her?

"I can be your friend, right?" Malia suddenly asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

Charlie's eyes widened and he quickly nodded, "Yes! I-I mean, uh, Malia, of course we can be friends. We already are friends." He said.