Alright, so this is the first story I have ever put up on here. I'm very nervous about my writing and how people will react to it. Hope some will like it.

Warning! I will not post more unless I get reviews. What's the point of adding more if no one is liking it enough to review.

Warning #2 Yes, I know I write out of character. I know it can piss some people off, but it's my fic and I love controlling my own little world.

DISCLAIMER; I DON"T OWN TEEN WOLF OR ANY CHARACTERS.

Stiles sighed as he walked out to his jeep from the high school. He had just left from another detention that Mr. Harris had given him. This time there was literally no reason for a detention, he had just happened to be alive today. Mr. Harris had literally told him that there was no other reason he was giving the detention.

He opened the driver's side door trying to figure out how he was going to get his father to believe him. He hopped in and started his car and…

"So where is Scott?"

"Holy –. " Stiles jumped and pressed himself against his door and screamed at Derek.

Derek pressed his fingers to his temple and closed his eyes until the screaming petered out to heavy breathing. "So where is he? There is something I need to tell him and you also."

"Well what is it?" He said starting to finally calm all the way down and began to drive to Scott's house. He grabbed his phone and dialed his friend's number and looked over at Derek. He was staring straight ahead, ignoring Stiles' question like always. His eyes were focused on something besides the road. Stiles turned back to the road and focused back to the voice coming from the phone in his ear.

"Sorry, Derek is kind of freaking me out like normal." He answered his friend's 'hello.'

"Well, where are you?" He asked.

"We're on our way to your house," he answered as he turned down Scott's street. There was silence for a moment and muffled laughter in the background. "You're at Allyson's."

"Can we meet up somewhere else?" He said trying to suppress a chuckle.

"Meet us at my house." He answered and was waiting for him to say okay when he heard the dial tone and dropped his phone in his lap.

"I don't want to wait on him; I have better things to do." Derek growled, obviously pissed that he was told to wait.

"Well if you want to tell us something that bad then just say it and I'll tell him and you can leave." Stiles parked his jeep, and opened his door. Derek grabbed his arm to stop him.

"I can't stand them, I'm trying to teach them and they just won't learn. They argue all the time, and don't even get me started on Erica." Derek looked lost as he stared at Stiles.

It took Styles a few moments to understand that he was talking about Isaac, Erica, and Boyd. "You are the one who turned them, and you can't take that back."

Derek's face screwed up in a look of incredulity, "Turn them back? I just want to get away from them."

"So you only want to meet with me and Scott so you can whine and complain?" Stiles breathed out. He closed the door and began to walk up the path to his house. He opened the door, quickly walked in, and slammed it hoping Derek would get that he wanted him gone.

Unfortunately Derek wasn't paying attention. As Stiles sat down at his computer and began to the wait for it to start up he leaned back and closed his eyes. He heard scraping outside his window and then Derek was sitting on his bed.

"I need a place to stay when I'm not being bothered with them. Also, with them thinking I hate you; they won't think that I would be hiding away here." He smiled a rare smile and lay back on the bed, drawing his hands behind his head.

Stiles eyes widened and he felt himself about to panic. "No, no, no, no, and did I mention that I said no."

Derek sat up and put his hands together like he was about to beg. "You have no idea what it is like to live with them. The mental pain they cause me every day. I will pay you, I will do anything."

Stiles slowly smiled. Derek's face fell knowing he was going to regret this.

Scott let himself into his best friend's house like he normally did. He took the steps two at a time to the bedroom. Allyson was in the car waiting for him. Tomorrow was the full moon so tonight was there last night of the weekend together. Wondering why Derek had stop hating him long enough to talk to him, he reached for the door knob.

"I will not do that." The sound of a pissed off Derek came from behind the door.

"Please, you said you would do anything." Stiles' voice was filled with some kind of odd cheeriness.

"That doesn't mean I want to go on a date with a guy." Derek hissed out the last world.

Scott felt his mind whirl; Stiles was asking Derek out on a date? Stiles is gay? What about his obsession with Lydia? Cover-up?

"Please. You said you'd do anything." Stiles now sounded flustered.

"I can't date a sixteen year old." Derek spit.

Scott couldn't listen to this any longer. He opened the door to find Derek and Stiles facing each other. Derek had a very disgusted face, while Stiles had a smirk that made Scott shiver.

"You guys can't date, that's just so… odd." Scott looked frantically at both of them who looked shocked to see him. "I didn't even know you like guys, I thought you liked Lydia?" He looked at Stiles as if he had never known him.

Stiles looked at Derek before turning to Scott. "Dude, you need to stop eavesdropping."

Derek frowned at him. "Isn't that what you do most of the time?"

Stiles opened his mouth to deny it, but changed his mind. "He wants a place to stay to get away from the three stooges," Derek growled at his comment but Stiles ignored it. "So I told him he could stay here, if he went on a date with Danny."

Scott felt so relieved. Stiles was his best friend, but him liking guys would have made everything awkward; he changed in front of him many times. He sat down beside Derek on the bed and turned to him. "You like guys?"

Derek huffed and stood to get away from him. He ran his hands through his hair. "All I want to do is get away from them when I'm done trying to train them. This dumbass will let me stay here if I go on a date with some Danny kid who thinks I'm Stiles cousin, Miguel."

Scott stared at him for a moment then busted up laughing. He wiped away tears of laughter, "That is amazing."

Stiles smiled with gratitude, "Thanks, finally someone loves my ideas."

"You're idea will get the kid killed, because if he tries anything with me I will rip him apart; limb from tiny scrawny limb." Derek got closer to Stiles face with each of his last words till Stiles could smell his dinner on his breath; lasagna?

"Danny isn't scrawny." Scott said to Derek who wasn't listening.

"So you're going to do it." Stiles lifted his phone to his ear, already having dialed Danny's number.

"I'm going to kill you one of these days, and I will make sure your torture will last for weeks."

Stiles smiled as Danny answered. "You remember my cousin Miguel right?"

Erica watched everyone walk into school from her spot in the passenger seat of Derek's car. She looked over to Derek who was giving her the 'get out already' look. She sighed and opened the door and began the trek to the worse place of her life.

Derek had been acting weird for the last couple days, ever since he said he was going to meet with Scott and Stiles. Also he wasn't staying at the ware house anymore. But every day he would get angrier and angrier and the training would get harder and harder. Whatever it was that was pissing him off she hoped it would end soon, her back still hurt where he stabbed her.

She opened the door and of course Isaac was right there waiting on her. She acted nice toward him because having animosity in the pack was not good, or so Derek says all the time. Erica didn't really like him at all, he was always following her, always trying to get her attention and it annoyed the shit out of her. A relationship was not something she wanted, at least not with him.

First hour bell rings as she sits at her desk with, take a guess, Isaac. He pushes his chair all the over so that their arms are touching. She sighs and stares at the one guy she wouldn't mind touching her. His long brown, unkempt hair and muscles that tried to push out of his shirt begged for her touch.

Scott didn't exactly feel the same back. He was obsessed with that Allison girl, the human. Why would a wolf like him, want a human like her. What makes her really confused is that her whole family wants to kill him. Her mind is brought back to reality by her teacher slapping a ruler on the desk of the even more annoying than Isaac, Stiles.

"Stillinski, why do you always show how, stupid, you are? Can't you hide it at all; can you pretend to be smart? I wouldn't even mind if you cheated once in a while." Everyone in the class began the usual laughter at Stiles' expense. Even though she didn't like him, Erica also knew what it was like to be laughed at every day for something that wasn't her fault.

"Why can't you just leave him alone?" She yelled at the teacher. Everyone turned in their seats to look at her. She didn't realize she had stood until she felt her legs moving her out the door, and away from the burning of stares. The bathroom welcomed her by being empty of other students.

She took to the stall at the very end. She used to come here once a day, to let out her frustrations, to cry. Just like those old days the tears came and she let them. All the stress of Derek's training, the stress of the Kanima, and now the flood of memories were working against her nerves. She let herself go, let herself get whatever relief she could from her tears. The clicking of heels interrupted her crying and Erica stopped herself from more embarrassment.

"Hello?" Erica jumped at the sound of someone's voice. She didn't want to show she had been crying, but if they said anything she could just rip their throats out.

She opened the stall door to find the annoyingly snobby redhead adding more makeup to the pounds already on. Erica wiped her eyes and went to wash her hands beside the snob. It was quiet for only a moment before Lydia opened her mouth to input her unwanted opinions and advice.

"So the tears are for Stiles?" She didn't look over at her, but Erica could sense her… was that jealousy?

"There diffidently not for him." She scoffed at the idea.

"Oh, okay. So what was it for?" She said curiously, though she probably just wanted something to gossip about.

"Why do you even care about some lowlife like me? I sure as hell don't want your prissy ass to give a shit." She smiled a horribly fake smile and Lydia glared at her.

Lydia pulled her nail file away from her fingers and pointed it right at Erica's throat. "Just because I act like a snobby idiot doesn't mean that's who I really am. I could walk out of here and tell every little pointless soul that you were in here smearing your already badly applied makeup with tears of self pity."

Erica was taken aback by the sudden aggression from the usual sarcastic; don't give a shit about anything, ginger. "Well why would you care about my feelings anyway," She asked.

Lydia took her time putting every piece of makeup back into her bag as she thought over an answer. She finally looked up at the unknown beauty in front of her and answered with, "I know how it feels to go from being the girl people ignore to the girl everyone wants to know. I know what it's like to be kept awake at night by thoughts of "what if.

"What if I hadn't changed that one little thing about myself? I would probably still be invisible with no friends. No body to understand what I'm going through. No friends to even listen to me. If I was you I wouldn't push away everyone who is trying to help. You need them far more than you think."

After a brief pause she smiled and left a shocked Erica to her thoughts. She wasn't expecting Lydia to have a heart, or to even understand what Erica was going through. Maybe she should take her advice, maybe she should be nicer. As the nausea of the thought of being nice to Isaac passed she finally left the bathroom for hopefully the last time.

"Which one looks better: the purple one or the red one?" Danny held up the shirts for Jackson to critic.

Jackson grunted, "I really don't care, at all. You shouldn't even be going. The dude could be a serial killer, or just ugly."

Danny sighed; ever since Jackson found out he was going on a date with Stiles cousin he was always trying to make up excuses for Danny not to go. "Again, why do you even care? Also, I've met the dude, he is sexy personified. Also if he kidnaps me I doubt I'm going to complain that much."

Danny slid off his shirt and slipped on the tight red shirt, which showed off his muscles, which he had worked hard on. He turned to show Jackson, who just nodded meaninglessly.

"What if he rapes you?" He looked like he had figured out the key to stop him from going, but it was useless.

"It's not rape if you're willing." Danny smiled at Jackson and patted him on the shoulder and left him in the room alone.

Derek growled at Stiles as he tried to push the Alpha into the restaurant. Stiles finally gave up and just stood beside him. Derek hadn't said a word the whole ride there; he barely even let Stiles bring him. Stiles wanted to watch and make sure Derek wasn't rude to Danny, or didn't kill him. He also needed to see Derek's face if Danny said something sexual.

Stiles turned to Derek, "You can't be mean to him, and remember your name is Miguel."

Derek ignored everything he was saying. All he could think of is what would happen if anyone, let alone his pack, saw him, though it would probably work better to keep Erica from flirting with him than throwing her into walls.

"Is this the same boy from that day I borrowed a shirt from you?" He asked barely remembering the face.

"Yes!"

"So at least he isn't that ugly."

Stiles looked over at Derek. "Don't say that when he gets here."

"Whatever."

Stiles searched around and saw Danny getting out of a car across the parking lot. "There he is, now don't be mean, and try to at least make it seem like your actually gay."

"Get away from me before I rip out your throat."

"That's diffidently a no-no." Derek glared at him and Stiles scurried away to a corner of the restaurant to watch from afar.

Stiles watched in amazement as Derek smiled as Danny walked up to him. Stiles wished that he could hear them talking as he watched Danny blush. They took a booth beside the window and Stiles sat back with relief as he watched Danny laugh at whatever Derek had said.

"Why is Derek with a guy?" Stiles jumped and flipped his chair backward and fell with it. He stared up at the sadistic smile on Erica's face. "You're looking a bit… down." She sneered at him pulling out a chair and sitting in it.

Stile sat up and fixed his chair and slowly sat down in it, hoping he wouldn't be falling out of it again. "What are you doing here?" He looked over at her staring intently at the two.

"Who would have thought that Derek was gay?" She didn't sound jealous like he thought she would, she sounded more like she was about to laugh.

They sat there for almost twenty minutes before she broke the silence. "About this morning," He looked over at her confused until he remembered her outburst in first period.

"Yeah what was up with that; last time I checked the only time you think of me is figuring out how hard you need to hit me to knock me out." He smirked and she actually smiled. He mock fainted, "Oh my, who would have thought Erica Reyes could smile?" She turned away blushing.

"Yeah, I don't think everyone needs to know that." She controlled her facial expression and turned to him, "The only reason I stood up for you this morning is because I used to be the one people picked on for having health issues. To see a teacher call a student an idiot or anything at all just pisses me off."

He smiled. Stiles never thought to see this side, or any other side beside the 'I'm gonna kill you' side of Erica ever. It felt nice to know that even the tough Erica had a soft side. "I'm glad you did, I thought that any wolf that was with Derek had nothing more than a hard piece of coal left of their heart."

She laughed and turned to Stiles. "Please, did you know that Boyd secretly loves paranormal romance novels?"

Stiles burst out laughing but calmed himself at nearby people's glares. He leaned closer to Erica, "You have got to be kidding me? Like werewolf romance books?"

She leaned in also, enjoying herself for the first time in weeks. "Oh you have no idea. They have the sappy hugging or kissing couple on the cover and everything. He prefers to read about vampires though. Probably wishes Derek had been one instead of a big bad wolf." They both leaned back in their seats laughing hysterically. They got 'shh-ed' by their neighbors and tried miserably to calm themselves.

"Don't even get me started about Isaac. He sleeps with a stuffed animal." Stiles looked at her incredulously.

"You're lying. What is it a teddy bear?" He asked. He had never thought that the hard, evil bros would have secrets like these; let alone that Erica was the one he was having a great time with sharing them.

She leaned in close and whispered, "A stuffed monkey, named Bubbles."

They laughed so hard that they threw their arms around each other. They never noticed that their faces were so close until Erica looked into Stiles eyes and noticed something she never realized, she liked Stiles. Styles stopped laughing and stared back. They were so close; he could hear her heart beat, even though he wasn't a wolf. She leaned in closer and he knew what was about to happen, but he wasn't going to stop her…

… Jackson was.

"Well as much as this looks interesting, why is Derek with Danny?

Derek was confused by how it was so easy to pretend to be on a date, with a guy. I'm not gay, am I? He thought for a moment remembering his heat filled nights with Kate. Nah, I'm just a great actor. He smiled as Danny blushed as he said how cute his shirt was, too easy.

"So Miguel, what made you want to go on a date with me? I would have never thought a guy like you would go on a date with a guy like me?"

They both ordered cokes before Derek answered, as Miguel. "Well I never would have guessed you were gay. I just happened to be telling Stiles how cute," He forced it out, but it seemed as if Danny didn't notice, "you were, when he brought it up that you were gay. When I found out I was coming back for a visit from… Canada, I figured why not have fun while I was down here."

Danny lowered his eyes to his menu at that. Derek cursed at himself; Danny didn't want fun. Derek thought for a moment before adding, "But if it could turn to something more why not right?"

Danny smiled, "Yeah, I guess. I understand what you're saying I guess; you live in Canada and couldn't always come down here."

Derek nodded, he couldn't think of any other topic to conversate about so he began to study his menu, though he wasn't sure he was hungry. They sat there until Derek could hear obnoxious laughter from somewhere behind him.

He turned to find Erica and Stiles trying to keep in their laughter over whatever their amusement came from. What were they doing together anyway? Erica could laugh? Were they laughing at him? He grew pissed thinking that he was the amusement.

How did Erica even know he was going to be here? What would happen if she went and told the other betas? They would never completely respect him, they would slack and it would take him even more time to get them back into fearing him. He was in the middle of thinking of a way of getting to her when a voice interrupted him.

"Miguel?"

"What the fuck kinda name is that?" Derek glared at him. Danny's eyes grew wide in shock. Derek immediately felt bad, he usually never felt bad. "I'm sorry," he actually meant it. He looked around to find a few people staring at him.

"You're not really gay are you?"

Derek looked into his eyes and was surprised not to find sadness; he found a look that said 'of course.' Derek decided that a night free of the betas was not worth lying to this kid. Did he really wanna be staying at Stiles' anyways? Nah, he'll deal with his betas. "No. Sorry."

He nodded and put his menu down. "Stiles put you up to this?" Derek nodded. "What's your real name?"

Derek smiled. "Derek."

"Suits you aren't really from Canada."

"Nope."

Danny nodded as if that summed up everything. He stood and grabbed his coat. "I know I'm only sixteen, but I feel we both need a beer." He offered as he noticed the laughter and who it was coming from.

Derek looked in that direction, "Maybe more than one."

Stiles jumped as Jackson sat beside him. They all watched as Derek and Danny left together.

"You don't think they like each other, right?" Jackson said, for some reason looking … scared?

Stiles was speechless for a few moments. He knew that Derek would go through the date but not leave with Danny. "Ummmm…"

"You set them up on a date didn't you?" Jackson growled. His eyes shined with a 'you better say no' look. Stiles looked over at Erica who looked at him with a ha-you-got-busted look. He made a pleading look at her and she rolled her eyes.

"Actually it was my idea. How cute are they?" She smiled at him and gave Stiles the 'you owe me' look when Jackson looked back at the door.

"They won't work together at all. Why would you guys even do this?" He looked lost, but also pissed. Stiles watched as scales began to appear on the back of Jackson's hands.

"I'm sorry it was just a deal I made with him. He had to go on a date with Danny to be able to stay with me. Derek is not gay I swear and he doesn't like Danny." Stiles watched relief flow over Jackson's face and the scales lighten to skin at the last part. Stiles wondered why he seemed to care so much.

He was going to ask before being interrupted by Erica. "Why would he want to stay with you? He has a perfect place at the warehouse." She looked curious and kind of hurt. Stiles didn't like to see her hurt for some reason, he felt his heart clench, but it was too good to pass up.

He turned to Jackson with a smirk, "Why do you care if Danny does get with Derek?" Stiles got confirmation when Jackson became flustered saying how he just didn't want Danny to get hurt.

Stiles smiled that smile that just screamed… blackmail. "Well then Erica I'm sorry but I must leave, I have to go talk with Scott." He stood to walk away and a hand grabbed his arm.

"Why does Derek want to stay with you?"

He turned to Erica feeling kind of bad about telling her. He just felt so much closer to her right now that he felt he must tell her. "He said you guys get on his nerves. All he wants is to be by himself sometimes."

Erica scoffed and faked laugh. "Please, he wants to do nothing but train and complain about catching the Kanima." Stiles had to stop himself from looking over at Jackson who was watching the door again. He gave a shrug to Erica then followed the path to the door. He walked a couple blocks away where he parked his car so that Danny wouldn't know he was here and was pushed roughly against the car.

"You're gonna tell Scott nothing because it was nothing." Stiles turned and smiled at Jackson. He knew that he was most likely about to get the crap beat out of him, but he would take the chance.

"You aren't fooling anyone Jackson; you like Danny. The big, scary, popular jock likes boys." A single thought came to Stiles and he burst out laughing; what if Lydia found out. Jackson fisted his shirt and pressed the boy against his car.

"What are you laughing at, you're not gonna tell anyone, you can't. I know I've been a douche to you but I swear I can be a whole lot worse." Jackson looked pissed. He had just admitted it; that he liked boys, but now Stiles didn't want to tell anyone. For some reason he felt sympathy for the jerk who screwed with him every chance he could.

"I won't tell anyone." Jackson dropped him roughly, but looked relieved. He looked over his shoulder as if someone might have heard there conversation. Stiles watched as the tension rolled off his shoulders and he seemed more relaxed than usual.

"You know, I don't even care that you know. I like guys Stiles, but say something and I'll flay you with my favorite knife." Jackson leaned beside Stiles on his car. Stiles felt awkward now; he wasn't going to tell anyone, but that didn't call for the murderous threats.

"I bet. Now I got to get home so, umm, bye." Stiles walked over to the driver side door and jumped inside and started the car. A knock on his window brought a sigh from his throat. He rolled down his window, "What do you want now, Jackson?"

He looked as if what he was about to ask was disgusting. Please don't ask for something sexual. "I sort of walked here; so you should give me a ride home?" Stiles shrugged his shoulders. Why not? Maybe he could find out if he knew that he was the Kanima, or if he had sexual experience with guys. Stiles wasn't actually interested, was he? Nah. Jackson jumped into the passenger side seat and off they went on the most uncomfortable drive ever; for Stiles anyway.

"So, you still like girls?" Stiles didn't know if he wanted to start this conversation, cause it could just piss Jackson off, but he had already said it and couldn't take it back. He looked over to see Jackson staring out the window. From the reflection Stiles could see that the boy was thinking, probably not even about the question he asked.

"Obviously I do. I have never even fucked around with a guy before. All I know is that somewhere along the way I found this one guy attractive yet so annoying. I won't even talk to him about it because he also makes me want to beat the shit out of him. Even if he was also into guys he probably wouldn't like me back; I do make his life a living hell." He looked over at me and shrugged as if it couldn't be helped.

They pulled up outside Jackson's house and Jackson got out. He came around to the window. "What about Danny?" Stiles wondered out loud.

Jackson laughed. "I don't like Danny, but you know me; always horny. And he does have a really nice ass. I wouldn't mind a quick experiment with him."

Stiles' mouth dropped open and he tried to speak but couldn't. Jackson shrugged. "He is the only openly gay guy around. Also I don't think he likes me back or would even do anything with 's more like he sees me as a brother." Jackson frowned at him. "Close your mouth, you look retarded."

"I'm sorry Jackson, but I really have to go." Stiles began to roll up the window; he wouldn't admit that he was getting uncomfortable talking about this with him.

"Yeah, go on and judge me and think so much littler of me for liking to fuck guys. Maybe I'll just go and kill myself so that I won't have to deal with you telling everyone, cause the only way to stop your big mouth is kill you. I don't want to have to go to prison, its disgusting there." He turned away from the car and walked away from his house and lay down in the middle of the road in front of Stiles' car.

Stiles would have not believed him, but then he saw the tears shine in the head lights of his car as he started it up, he sighed and got out of the car. He lay down beside Jackson and put his arms behind his head. They sat there in silence for a few moments before Jackson spoke.

"Thank you."

"You're lucky I'm not into watching people hurt themselves." Stiles looked over at him and his eyes were closed. He didn't know how to deal with the guy who tried to complicate his life as much as possible. This suicide attempt was so unforeseen from the guy who was so sure of himself he laughed at any person who tried to point out something that could be wrong with him.

"Well I don't understand when I'm such an asshole to you. And I totally just lied to see how much you hated me. But of course, little miss Stiles couldn't bear seeing someone be sad."

"I always think; he must have something bothering him for him to be like this. And you do, whether it's just you're sexuality or not. You need a friend, whether it's Danny or someone else. Even if I think I should have ran you over." Stiles didn't know where these words of wisdom were coming from but he wasn't going to complain if it would save Jackson from himself.

Jackson rolled over and looked into Stiles' eyes. "You're so fucking sweet I want to rape you and murder you at the same time." Stiles opened his mouth to say-he couldn't remember what he was going to say- and found himself being kissed by Jackson. It was quick, but he still felt tongue on his lips. Jackson pulled away smiled and jumped to his feet. "See yah later." He walked to his house. Stiles laid there shocked until he heard the door close and he sat up.

"What the hell just happened?"

Alright so I completely changed the last part from how I originally had it. My friend seemed to think Jackson was too nice in the last one so I tried to make him more douche-baggy.

Well, tell what you liked and didn't like and whether I should continue or not. I already have the next chapter i just need confirmation from you.