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Jackson rubbed a nervous hand on the back of his neck, his gorgeous blue eyes trained on me. His mouth was pulled in a smirk, but I was able to see it faltering a little bit; his nervousness obviously affecting his normally God-like attitude. "So, Stiles…" he began, pausing at the end to give a tiny chuckle.

In turn, his nervousness just made me feel all giddy deep down inside. Like, come on! Anyone would be acting like a fangirl on the inside if Beacon Hills High's hottest lacrosse player was turning into putty in front of them. Maybe I was just that fine looking. Yeah, or he was just nervous about what he was going to ask me. As soon as lunch started, Jackson pulled me to side as I exited my English class, claiming to have an important question for me. Therefore, here I was, awaiting whatever said question was.

"Yeah?" I pressed.

Blush entered his cheeks and Already, I was totally prepared to accept whatever he wanted of me. That blush was just too adorable. I don't know what it was, but the thought of a tough guy acting all shy just got my hormones a'raging.

"Well, I was wonderin', I mean that is if you don't have anything planned, but if you're free...um, would you like to maybe go out sometime?" he asked, scratching at his right ear. It wiggled back and forth with his hand, turning a little red at the top.

I fought to keep my body from jumping up and down like a loser who never got out on dates. The sad part was that I was a loser who never got asked out on a date…like ever. Instead of coming off like a desperate freak, I played it off cool. "Sure," I nodded, careful not to show too much facial expression.

Jackson's smirk turned into a full-blown smile, his pearly whites reflecting the fluorescent lights of the school hallway. That made me lose my composure and my smile grew to match his, my cheeks hurting a bit.

"Nice," he said, "how about tomorrow?"

A bit short notice, but I can make do. "Yeah, that's great."

In my peripheral, Scott began to walk up to us from the other side of the hall, so I decided to wrap my awesome conversation up. "So, how about you get me at seven, and we'll take it from there," I said, patting Jackson on the shoulder before I walked off to my friend.

Scott gave me a knowing look, the left side of his mouth pulling up in a conniving smile. "I heard that," he smiled. "All of that."

I rolled my eyes, trying to not get defensive. "That's only because you have mutant dog ears," I muttered so that only he could hear me. Ever since Scott was bitten by Peter last year, he's totally been getting the hang of his wolf powers. That meant that he was also learning how to use them against people. My favorite was when he sniffed Erica, smelling some of Boyd in her. He gagged, but I burst out into hysterics when that happened.

"So what did Jackson want?" he asked me as we made our way into the cafeteria.

I couldn't help that stupid smile that crept back onto my face. I must look so creepy. "He wanted to know if I'd go out with him," I said. We walked over to the line of students, which was rather long seeing as how it was pizza day.

Scott grimaced. "Damn, he's willing to fuck anything ever since Lydia moved." He then jerked back and looked over at me with an open mouth. "Uh, that came out wrong."

I didn't get mad. I knew exactly what Scott was thinking. When Lydia moved to her aunt's house in Florida after that incident with Peter coming back from the dead and after the whole battle with the alpha pack, Jackson came out as bi and started to date Danny. That didn't last long and the two decided that they were better off as just friends. So then, Jackson dated Isaac (worst idea ever) and now he's apparently on to me.

I shrugged. "Maybe he's doing some sampling." Hopefully he'll just stop on me, deciding that I'm his favorite course.

Scott's phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, glancing at the text message he just received. "Crap," he groaned.

"Huh?"

"Derek called a pack meeting tonight." He replied something and put the phone back into his pocket, shoulders slumping. "I was really forward to catching up on some sleep."

I grabbed one of the plastic trays and grabbed a plate that had a slice of pepperoni pizza on it. "Well, I guess it sucks to be you," I said, debating on whether to get the barbecue chips or the Doritos.

Scott smiled.

Wait, why did he do that? "What?" I asked, panic seeping into my bones.

"Derek specifically said for you to be there as well."

"And?"

"I told him you'd show up."

"Dude!" I whined, throwing my hands up in the air in a dramatic show. "Why would you betray a brother like that?"

Scott grabbed his slice and a soda, urging me to move faster down the line. "Well, he's the alpha," he mumbled, knowing that that was the most bullshit answer anyone could come up with.

There was no way in hell that I'd ever want to go to another pack meeting! The last time I went, Derek mandated that I serve as bait to lure the alpha pack out into the opening so that we could attack them. I had my fucking arm broken! Then again, I've never seen Derek fight as viciously as he did. Shit, I think he might have taken each one of them out personally. But I digress, I was bait!

Me, Stiles Stilinski – the weak human – was used as bait to get giant dogs out of the shadows. And it was really hard showering with a cast on my arm. I had to wrap it up in a plastic grocery bag before every time I hopped in the tub. It was such a mild inconvenience! And worst of all, the guy whose great it was, he never showed up to visit me in the hospital once!

Therefore, I decided that I was done with supernatural shit. And once that happened, my grades improved and so did my mental security. Sure I still hung out with Scott, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. And I was going to be going on a date with Jackson the next day…you know what? I guess it's safer to say that I was done with Derek and Peter werewolf stuff. Yeah, that's a hell of a lot more accurate.

I shook my head and paid for my lunch. "Nope," I said. "I ain't going."

Scott paid for his and we began to look for a couple of chairs to sit at. There were some free ones at the table down at the end of the cafeteria where the doors were at. I guess Erica, Isaac, and Boyd were ditching today. We took a seat and Scott gave me a look.

"What?" I asked, taking a bite of pizza. The cheese was all melted and gooey that it stretched out, making me have to use my fingers to detach the piece from my hand to my mouth.

Scott looked at me like I was growing a second head. "Dude, if you don't show up, Derek will kill you."

I shrugged. "Well, I guess since the alpha pack didn't do it, he'll have to."

"You're still on that?"

"Uh, yeah Scott. I'm still on the fact that I broke an arm and had to tell my dad that I did it skateboarding." I took another bite of pizza. "I hate skateboarding!"

"It's your funeral."

After I got home from school, I saw a note on the fridge telling me that Dad was going to be gone all weekend for a conference. That sounded pretty great to me because that meant that I could just lounge around in my underwear all weekend long, just snacking on junk food. Awesome. It was around eleven and I was playing Skyrim when my phone began to play its jingle.

I snatched it off my desk and answered, holding it between my cheek and shoulder so that I could still play my game. "Yeah?"

"Stiles? Where are you?" It was Isaac.

"At home playing video games. Why? You wanna come over?" I heard a dragon's call and made my character run as fast as he could to the nearest town because my HP was super low thanks to, wait for it, werewolves. They even manage to ruin my virtual life.

"Yeah, that actually sounds cool. I got this one new game the other day and we can play doubles. I'll totally whoop you-" he was cut off by Erica's scolding in the background. "Oh yeah. Um, no can do. Actually, I'm calling you to tell you to hurry up and get to the pack meeting. Derek's getting impatient."

"Oh, that." I sighed, loudly so that Derek's werewolf ears could possibly pick it up. "Fine, I'm on my way." I hung up the phone and pressed pause on my game. I got out of the chair and snatched my hoodie, the black one that I'd bought at the mall the other day. My red one was getting old and smelt too much like dog. Then, after a couple minutes of searching, I grabbed my keys and stormed out the house, muttering obscenities the entire way to my Jeep.

I didn't get why I was required to go to a stupid pack meeting! I wasn't even a werewolf, and the last time I went, I was almost killed by more than one. Maybe there's a vampire on the loose and it's up to me to cut myself so that it can smell my blood and come after me. Then after I get drained, that's when Derek will step in and kill the creature. That sounds about right.

It wasn't a long drive over to the recently-remodeled Hale house. Derek and Peter fixed it up a couple months ago so that it didn't look like a charred piece of crap. It was now one of those typical American suburban houses, expect for the fact that douchebags are the inhabitants. I pulled up on the dirt driveway and dragged my ass over to the front door.

I raised my hand to knock, but before I could, Derek swung the door open, giving me that trademark scowl. "You're late," he growled.

"Oops," I shrugged, pushing my way past him. He was wearing the same leather jacket as he always does, and his stubble helped to contribute to that psychopath look he seems to perpetually be aiming for.

"What happened to your red hoodie?" he asked, eyebrow cocked.

"Got rid of it, I like this one better," I said. I even pointed to the brand logo on it. "Looks like I have money, right?" It was on the clearance rack.

Derek just grimaced and slammed the door shut. "Just go join the others in the living room."

I walked over to the living room, finding everyone on the large couch in front of the off TV. Well, Peter was standing in the back, but he was always being creepy and weird like that anyways.

"Finally!" Erica said.

Jackson smiled at me and patted the cushion at his head. I smiled back and moved to take the offered seat. However, before I could plant it, Derek cleared his throat.

I turned to look at him. He was pointing to a wooden chair that was seated closer to his seat.

"If you were here more often, then you'd know that there are designated seats," he said, looking at me expectantly.

What kind of kindergarten crap was this? I kept my mouth shut, for once, and sat on the chair, feeling his eyes burning me the entire way.

Derek sharply inhaled and popped his knuckles. "Alright, now we're here because I need to explain something to all you guys."

Well no duh.

"Is it another creature?" Scott asked, his arm around Allison. They got back together after weeks of him performing romantic feats. Even I had to hand it to him that he knew romance pretty well.

Derek shook his head, shooting me another look. He bit his lip for a brief second and then regained his composure. "I need to talk about the subject of mates."

I began to laugh, tears springing to my eyes. "Wait, you mean to tell me that we're here so that you can give us the werewolf sex talk?"

Scott began to chuckle as well, along with Peter. Everyone else was smart enough to keep quiet under Sourwolf's glare.

Derek let out a low growl and I immediately shut up.

"My bad," I murmured.

He just narrowed his eyes at me, letting them flash red to reassert his dominance really quick. "As I was saying, mates. That's what werewolves call their other half. A wolf will find his or her mate by scent, sight, touch, whatever. However, once that contact is made, then the bond is established and cannot be broken."

"Ever?" I piped in, suddenly curious. It was like a soap opera, but with werewolves. I'd totally watch that show.

"Werewolves mate for life," Derek said, once again turning his head to look at me. I quickly looked the other way at Jackson, who looked a little bored. "So, yeah, that wolf will be in love with their mate for all eternity, not being able to love another or even have sex with another because they will be completely devoted.

"Another thing I should bring up is that this bond is completely uncontrollable. The bond is forged by something that senses your best match and creates it. Now, some wolves may never find a mate and will thus liv life alone or fucking everything it sees." This time Derek casted his gaze at Peter who just shrugged. "But anyway, I know that Erica and Boyd are mates. That's why you can smell Boyd on all her stuff. That is called scenting, in which the more dominant wolf, usually the male, will put his scent on his mate's objects to claim possession of the mate." Derek stopped and stood up out of his chair. "I'll be back, it's getting cold in here."

I felt just fine, but maybe werewolves are more sensitive to the temperatures as well. After a couple of seconds we all heard the heater blast on and Derek walked back into the room.

"Scott," he said, making Scott jump up a little because he obviously wasn't paying that much attention. "We all know that Allison is your mate, which brings me to the point that mating can span across humans and doesn't take gender into account. A male can mate with a male and a female with a female. The human won't feel the bond because they're not werewolf and don't have those instincts. Thus, when a wolf has a human for a mate, they must actually engage in sex in order to secure the bond. That's not to say that the wolf may fall out of love with the human if the bond isn't secured, no. The wolf will always love that human." Derek paused for a second, eyes flicking in my direction so quickly that I questioned if it really happened.

I was getting really hot now and pulled my hoodie off, resting it on the back of my chair.

Derek smirked and continued on with his sex ed lesson. "The bond being secured just means that the wolf will feel rightful ownership over the human." Ownership? That sounded like some sort of creepy ass dominatrix thing. Why would a human want to be owned by a werewolf? All I know is that if I were chosen to be a werewolf mate, I'd probably say no.

Then I wondered why I was forced to come here to listen to this meeting. I'm not a werewolf, hence I wouldn't be able to find a mate. Maybe Derek just liked asserting his alpha powers. What a douche!

After a little Q&A session, mostly from Scott, Derek stood up once again. "You're all dismissed," he said, acting like this was some sort of business meeting and that he was the president of said company.

Everyone got out of their seats, getting ready to go. Scott was talking to Allison, something about Mrs. McCall working the night shift. Allison was all smiles after finding out that Scott would be forever devoted to her. I went to grab my hoodie, but stopped when Derek stepped closer to me.

"Stay after everyone leaves," he whispered and then stepped back to see the pack leave. Peter smirked and walked out the door after Isaac, most likely out to a bar to get laid. Soon it was just Derek and I left in the house.

I set my hoodie back on the chair and faced Derek, arms crossed. "What'd you want to talk about?" I asked him, getting a little irritated. First, I was required to attend a birds and the dogs talk, and now I have to stay afterwards. All I wanted to do was go home and finish more quests on Skyrim.

Derek sat down in his chair once again, arms out. He had removed his leather jacket and his dark gray shirt stretched to bursting over his chest muscles. Does he not own clothes that fit?

"I heard a rumor," he began, voice slow and calculating, "that Jackson asked you out on a date."

I jerked back in surprise. Seriously? This was why I was kept after?

"And," Derek spat, fists clenching, "that you said yes." He looked up at me, eyes stabbing me like daggers. "Is that true?"

My survival instincts shrieked at me to deny it. "No," I scoffed, even shaking my head a little from side to side.

Derek chuckled a little bit, but it was still full of that classic anger that he always has. "I can hear when you lie to me, remember?"

Oh shit, that's right.

He got out of his chair and circled around me, heading towards the kitchen. "You know, you shouldn't date a wolf who hasn't found their mate yet. It's not…polite."

"Polite?" I said. "Really? You're going to chastise me on my manners?" I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "I gotta get home soon, lemme use your bathroom real quick."

"You know where it is," Derek said, walking in the kitchen. The sounds of the fridge opening echoed in the empty house.

I walked down the hall and into the bathroom that was the last door on the left. I locked the door behind me and rolled my eyes for probably the thousandth time today. Seriously though, Derek was going to try to stop my date with Jackson simply because he feels I'm being impolite? That's got to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was jealous and wanted to date Jackson himself.

I took a piss and washed my hands, leaving the bathroom in a minute or two. I walked back into the living room and grabbed my hoodie. As I pulled it over my head, I noticed that there was something different about it.

It smelt like dog. Already! In just under one hour in the Hale house, my hoodie managed to get werewolf scent all over it. The smell was so powerful that it was almost as if a werewolf just rolled around on it or grinded up against it. I sighed, but put it on anyway. It was rather cold outside when I arrived.

"Stiles," Derek called from the kitchen.

"What?"

"I'm going to ask you one more time: will you cancel your date with Jackson?"

What a jackass! "No!" I shouted. "And I'm gonna go now, have a nice weekend!"

"Wait up!" Derek hurriedly shouted after me. He bounded out of the kitchen, carrying two glasses of some red soda. "Here." He passed me a glass and chugged his down.

I looked at him with a confused face. "What-?"

"It's Big Red," Derek interrupted. "And you're the only other one I know who likes it. I bought like six packs, and I'm getting tired of drinking it myself."

I love Big Red! "Thanks!" I said and downed the glass in a matter of seconds. As soon as I was finished, I handed the glass back to Derek.

He just smirked at me. "You know, Stiles," he began, "I wanted to ask why you haven't been showing up around here lately. Are you avoiding me?"

My heartbeat sped up and sweat began to bead up on my forehead. I couldn't tell an alpha wolf that I wanted nothing to do with him because he caused an injury. Instead of talking, which would cause him to hear a lie, I shook my head. I must have done so too fast because my vision got blurry for a brief second and I felt nauseas. Maybe I'm catching a cold or something.

Derek seemed to catch on real quickly to my cold. "Feelin' alright?" he smiled. Why would he be smiling at my pain?

I nodded. "Yeah," I lied. "I'm just gonna go home and rest." I pulled my keys out of my pocket and began to make my way for the door. For some reason, the door to outside seemed to be miles away, like the walkway was stretching under my feet. My head continued to pound and I began to feel like I'd collapse any moment.

Derek walked right beside me. "If you're too sick to drive, you can stay here." The whole time, he just kept giving me that insane smirk with his psycho killer eyes trained on my face.

"I'm fine," I slurred, even speech beginning to get too hard for me. My legs felt like the bones had melted and were just goop. They were wobbly under my immense-feeling weight and I began to fall face down to the floor. However, before I hit it, I felt two steel cables wrap around my torso.

"I gotcha," Derek said in an oddly cheery voice. He leaned me into him, letting my head loll to the side so that I could face him. He continued to look just peachy at my predicament. Then he leaned down and pressed his face to my neck, nuzzling and growling loudly.

"Wha-?"

"Mine," he growled at me, his stubble scratching up my face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to hold you like this."

"What did you do?" I whimpered, my vision getting darker and darker by the second.

Derek grunted, his chest vibrating my body in the process. "Ketamine," he said. "Stole it from Scott's work." His hand started to caress my face and he pulled my body in closer to his. "Now just calm down and let me take care of you Mate, okay?"

"Mate?" I cried.

Derek lifted me up into his arms and began to move towards the door. The sounds of his footsteps began to falter in my eardrums. "…where…no one…alone…me and you…" was all I was able to make out.

He made it out of the house and I was pretty much blind since it was dark out and my eyes were shutting down. I passed out, but not before feeling Derek's rough lips on my forehead.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!