In A Flash

Chapter Seventeen

Stiles POV

Once everything has been cleared up, I lean back in my seat and look around at the pack. They are all giving me concerned looks. They're still concerned about my wellbeing. I can't help but roll my eyes. "Look, guys. I'm fine. Really. You need to stop worrying so much." I say.

"Dude, you're only human. Of course we have to worry about you." Isaac comments. I roll my eyes again.

"I think everyone should leave. I'm really tired and need some rest." I say after a few moments of silence.

"Alright, fine. Let's go." Scott sighs as he gets up. Slowly, the pack exit the house. That is, everyone except Malia. She stays seated. I walk over to her nervously. Finally, she looks up at me. "What?" She asks in an annoyed tone. I exhale heavily. I don't know what to do. "Are you going to tell me now? We're all alone." Malia asks, standing up.

"I, uh..." I try to begin, but my mouth becomes insanely dry. I can't even speak. Malia rolls her eyes.

"Fine. Don't tell me. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here to listen. But I've gotta go home now. I'll see you later Stiles." She says before walking out of the house. "Malia, wait!" I call out, but it's too late. She shuts the door in my face. Well, that went fantastic. I groan as I turn around and walk into the kitchen where my dad was. He pats me on the shoulder, trying to comfort me. "Cheer up. She'll get over it." Dad says.

"Will she?" I ask doubtfully. Dad sighs.

"In all honesty, I don't know. Maybe you should just tell her."

"I tried! I just can't do it! My mouth won't work!" I protest.

"She will inevitably find out, no matter how hard you try to keep it from her. I suggest she finds out from you." Dad advises me. I sigh, knowing that my dad is probably right. "Out of everyone, Malia is the person you can trust the most. She is the only person in the group who doesn't seem to resent the Flash. Maybe she can help you keep it a secret. Maybe you won't have to fight alone." Dad continues to console me.

"I know, I know. I will tell her, but I need to find a way how." I answer.

"You're smart. You will find a way." Dad smiles.

"But what if she hates me for it? What if she hates me for not telling her?" I admit my fears to him. They can apply to any member of the pack, to be honest. "Trust me, Stiles. She won't hate you. She might be shocked, yes. But she will get over it. Who knows? It might bring the two of you closer together." Dad smiles at me.

"I hope so." I reply.

"Come on. Let's go out and have a little father and son time, huh?" Dad suggests.

"Sure. Where do you wanna go?" I ask.

"Well, my bowling skills are a little rusty, but I'm up for a challenge." He says. I chuckle.

"You're on." I say. We quickly get ready and head out towards Dad's car. We jump in and drive towards the bowling alley, prepared to have a fun, relaxing afternoon together.

Malia POV

The afternoon passes by without much activity. I sit on the bed in my room, staring out of the window. I look over at the clock. It's only 5:00pm. The sun still shines brightly as it slowly begins to sink. I sigh, lying back on my bed. I don't know what to do. Maybe I was too hard on Stiles. If he doesn't want to tell me a secret of his, maybe I should just leave it at that. I'm not used to being put in this situation. Stiles hasn't taught me how to handle it yet. I guess I have to learn by myself. I close my eyes, thinking about the day's events. I'm glad to have Stiles back. I really am. I have been worried sick. But now, I'm afraid that I have pushed him away. I roll over a little. On another note, I can't believe that Scott has been so quick in giving up on the Flash. Seriously, he has barely given him a chance. None of them have. Except Stiles. He seems to be defending the Flash, just like I am trying to. I can see the good that the Flash is trying to do. Nobody can be perfect. Why does Scott think that a superhero should be perfect? Why can't he see that the Flash probably tried to save Stiles? I just don't understand him sometimes. As for Peter, I have even less understanding about how he could hate the Flash straight away. He hasn't even seen the speedster. I shift positions again. I promise to myself that I will continue to believe in the Flash until there is solid evidence that he is bad. I hope Stiles does the same. I think he will. Our personalities and morales can be quite similar sometimes. Maybe that's why I like him. He's easy to relate to. I eventually open my eyes.