Ello! I decided to join the lovely writers on writing a story for the Derek/Stiles Fest. I love this new found couple and I love Dylan O'Brien. I have no idea why I said that but either way I want to state that this is a Derek/Stiles/Jackson Trilogy. Don't worry we all know that Derek will end up with Stiles but it won't be easy for him. I also wanted to experiment with Jackson/Stiles since it got my curiosity stirring. There's Derek/Danny so why not Jackson/Stiles right?
I lastly want to state that I have made a M o v i e…P o s t e r…for this story. I tend to do this for every story I do, even if it's a One-Shot. If anyone is interested in checking it out go to this link.
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Just connect the words and replace the dots with a period and WALLA, you will find the poster in my flicker. I am actually proud of this picture. I like how it turned out and I might make a video too. Depends. Should I?
*Also this story takes place a few weeks before the prom. They all know who the Alpha is and Derek never joined him, lastly Kate(Who I not like very much, stupid peoples, who's dumb idea was it to make Derek/Kate canon!) never caught Derek and tortured him. Just a note if anyone is confused by where this story takes place.
*THIS has been edited by a BETA, I want to thank her for doing an amazing job!
If anyone bothered to read my notes then thank you! And please enjoy, I just hope it was good, if you're up for more Derek/Stiles it will come in the last part of this story, this one is a test in the water. I do hope it turned out good since it's been a while since I have written. I am sorry if the characters are not in character, I really am and tell me if they weren't plus please enjoy…=)
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La Jalousie
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"Who here knows what emotion the 'Green-Eyed Monster' represents?" A pair of hardened black orbs stared around the room at every single individual student she had in her classroom. Not one of them raised their hand to answer the question being applied to them. The teacher let out a sigh and decided to call on the person that caught her eye the most. A student who was not paying attention to her and instead decided that daydreaming while looking out the window was a good idea during a lesson. She decided that today she wasn't going to let it slide.
"Rupert Stilinski!" A roar of laughter erupted throughout the whole classroom making the said student blush to the tips of his ears after being pulled out of his daydreams.
"Aw come on, teach, was that really necessary? We had an agreement! MY name is STILES for damn sakes!"
"Language, .Now, what is the answer?" The teacher knew Stiles didn't know the answer, but she wanted to see how her most entertaining trouble making student responded.
"Um, what was the question?" Stiles, with his big brown eyes attempted an innocent look. The teacher let out a bigger sigh than the one she did at the start of the lesson while murmuring under her breath.
"I should have known better," She was about to continue on until Stiles interrupted her. Stiles was looking at the foreign words written on the board. He decided to go with the easy way out.
"La Jalousie?"
"And what does that mean?" A small look of panic came over Stiles upon not knowing the answer and instead of torturing him more the teacher decided to cut him a break this time.
"Next time, I would appreciate if you paid attention instead of daydreaming about whatever nonsense you were dreaming about Rupert." Stiles lightly smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand. He cursed the dreadful name he was given at birth before whispering to himself. "I'm Stiles and I don't daydream about nonsense just about what I can never have." This simple sentence brought suspicion to the eyes of Scott, Stiles' best friend who could hear every single word he just spoke to himself. Scott looked at Stiles meeting his best friend's gaze with a look of concern. Stiles just gave off the fakest smile he could muster towards Scott. He didn't want to put another worry onto his buddy's shoulders. After all, he was already trying to control a raging werewolf in him; he didn't need any more trouble. Plus this problem was Stiles' own and his only.
"Scott, do you have an answer to what I have asked the class?" Scott just gave a silent stare to the teacher. The teacher knew he didn't know the answer; and tired of no one knowing the answer, she just decided to ask a little desperately. "Does anyone here in their right mind know the right answer?" The minute she spoke those words, a manicured hand went up into the air. The teacher smiled. "Finally, Lydia can you give me the answer?" Lydia smiled her 'perfect' smile.
"Right. The 'Green-Eyed Monster represents the emotion 'Jealousy' which in French is translated to be 'La Jalousie'." Lydia could not have given a more perfect answer to the question. Lydia just looked from Allison to Scott with a fake smile. The teacher went into explaining what 'La Jalousie' was to the class. Stiles paid attention when it suddenly clicked in his mind. A plan was hatching in the core of his brain. The keyword he only heard throughout the whole lesson was 'Jealousy'.
"That's it! I got it!" A silence came over the classroom. All heads snapped toward Stiles who didn't realize he just thought his thoughts out loud. A heated glare was given to him by the teacher as the bell rang. Stiles gave the teacher a smile and left the classroom in a hurry. Scott came after him just as fast.
"Stiles! Wait up!" Stiles stopped in his tracks to turn towards his best friend. "You have me worried, are you ok, Stiles, you seemed out of it in class? Normally you don't blank out that much." Stiles just gave him his genuine smile and shook his head.
"There is nothing wrong, now don't worry too much, remember you still have to win Allison over again."
"You're right, Stiles. See you later." Scott smiled before nodding and turning around, following the center of his universe 'Allison'.
Stiles just laughed a little before a serious expression took host of his face. He gulped, an electric shock going throughout his body. The dream he was having in class was too much for him right now. He could still remember the pair of cerulean colored eyes that haunted his fantasies every night. He sighed knowing the person he fell in love with would never return his feelings, not to mention that the said person was a guy. Who knew after crushing on Lydia for a long time he would fall for a guy, let alone a werewolf who wanted to tear his throat at every encounter they had.
Too deep into his thoughts Stiles didn't feel the tug on his shoulder; a strong hand pulled him into a dark cornered space. Stiles felt a heavier body pressing him onto a wall. The dark didn't give him a chance to see his captor's face but the familiar scent of expensive cologne filling his nostrils gave the person away.
"What do you want Jackson." It was more of a demand than a question, but Stiles was not being Mr. Nice Guy right at the moment.
"Have you thought about what I've asked you," Stiles tried to let his eyes adjust to the darkness his face overheating. A light was turned on in the space he was cornered in. He realized he was forced into a closet, the Janitor's closet. Stiles raised his eyebrows before laughing.
"Really? Did you just bring us into a closet; you have to be kidding me?" Stiles felt Jackson lean in towards his face only leaving an inch between them. Stiles stopped laughing, his breath shortened for a second before placing his hands on Jackson's hard chest.
"I don't kid around Stiles, now what's it going to be. Are you taking the proposition or not?" Stiles could only stare into the eyes of the blond. He felt his breath shorten again while a million thoughts were going in his head at the moment.
Should I take it? Wait. Maybe I shouldn't. Hell, I shouldn't even consider it, but I don't mind. Scott would be pissed off with me but since when would he care about this. How about Derek, maybe there is the slightest hope he has some sort of feelings for me? How about-
Stiles felt his thoughts waver from their paths when a pair of lips pressed onto his own. A hand wrapped around his waist holding him closer to the body before him, the kiss deepening. Stiles didn't know how to react at first but gave in. He felt his lip being bitten before allowing Jackson's tongue to enter his lonely cave of a mouth. Stiles moaned lightly at the skilled tongue roaming around his mouth before he felt the pressure come off his lips. His jeans tightened a little before Jackson grinned down on him. Jackson placed his left hand on Stiles' obvious bulge sticking out of his pants and let go of Stiles' waist.
"This is a reminder of what could be, think about it some more, I'm not going to wait for too long. Goodbye Stiles." Jackson patted Stiles' bulge and left the closet but not before hearing Stiles sweet moan from behind him. Stiles immediately covered his mouth not wanting the blond to have heard that, even if it was too late.
Damn it! Think of dead puppies! Dead Puppies! Dead Puppies!
The bulge in his pants reduced to its normal size, and Stiles let out a sigh. The bell rang for class to start. Stiles ran out the closet door and yelled out."Shit! I'm late. DAMN YOU JACKSON!"
At least I got rid of that hard-on. Not cool. Not cool Jackson. Think of Derek not Jackson. Think of Derek, Derek and his ab-toned body…oh no it's going up again! Dead Puppies! Dead Puppies! Dead Puppies! Aww but I like Puppies, especially wolfs, and mostly one extremely hot werewolf. Damn it! Get a hold of yourself Stiles! School is not a place to get a hard-on!
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The rest of the day went by slowly for Stiles. Not to mention the stares he kept getting from Jackson in Biology. He would be wrong if he didn't admit he had a thing for the lacrosse player. It just wasn't as strong as what he felt for another certain male. What he felt for Jackson was pure attraction, a sexual charge that wanted to burst out any second he got near the blond. Stiles ran out the school doors not caring if Scott was behind him or not. He ran towards his car, opening it and turning on the car in a hurry.
He suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him, his heart skipped a beat while he gulped. He turned around, a mistake. He met the stare of a hot blond; he kept their gaze with each other until he heard his other car door shut. He split their gaze and turned to stare at Scott. Scott, oblivious to the nervous Stiles, sighed and said to his best friend.
"You know where to go, another training session with Derek." At the mention of the Beta, Stiles let his heart flutter into slow beats. Scott looked over at his best friend before questioning him with a look. Stiles fastened his heart back to its normal pace before driving onto the road. His senses were on complete alert on the ride to Derek's house in the middle of nowhere, he tried to pace his heartbeats when he saw the burned down house of Derek coming closer into view.
Stiles turned off the car before he looked over at Scott and gave him a look of worry; it slipped before he had anything else to say or could cover it up with a smile. Scott caught it and took out his notebook from his backpack before grabbing a pen and writing down a sentence. He shoved the notebook onto Stiles' lap. Stiles looked down at the writing, Scott had crappy handwriting, but he was always able to read it. A look of surprise took over his face. He tried not to blush when he read the words imprinted onto the page with ink.
I know you have a huge crush on Derek.
Those simple nine words sent him over the edge. He immediately scribbled down a response to what Scott just wrote. He nervously handed the notebook to Scott.
WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY! I don't have a crush on him. He HATES me! Plus, I'm not gay! I like girls. You know boobs, dude!
Scott looked to Stiles in disappointment. He felt upset and that made Stiles feel guilty. Stiles read the next lines Scott wrote.
Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth. I'm your best friend. You trust me right?
He quickly wrote back while glancing at the windows of the burnt house hoping Derek would not come out.
Alright, you caught me! Not even I would believe that one. I like dudes. I have ever since middle school and I shouldn't have pulled that one on you. AND yes I do have a crush on that stupid hot werewolf! HAPPY SCOTT! Stupid Scott! Now improve your crappy handwriting, seriously Scott, dude, it's almost unreadable!
Scott started to laugh after reading Stiles' response but frowned when he read the rest of it, he didn't even see it since it was at the end of the page in tiny letters. Scott squinted slightly before reading the rest.
It doesn't matter if I like him or not, he hates me and would never go for me so let it go Scott. Pretend we never had this conversation except that you know my secret. Actually, my two secrets! I beg you to keep it.
Scott smiled and let his thoughts enter his mind before lightly punching Stiles' right shoulder. If only you knew. I really wish you knew. Hell, I wish I could tell you, but I can't!
"You know it's safe with me, now let's go or Derek will want to claw both our skins alive." Stiles smiled and sighed. He had dodged a bullet and knew he was going to be alright for the moment. Scott's look of understanding look was making him happy. He was happy Scott understood and accepted him for liking the same gender.
They both got out of the car and before they could enter the house, Stiles felt his arm being punched harder than in the car by his best friend. It might have not hurt if Scott wasn't a werewolf, but it did since he was. Stiles twisted his face towards Scott.
"What the hell? SCOTT WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" Scott glared lightly at Stiles before smiling.
"That, was for not telling me sooner, since middle school huh?" Stiles started to laugh after remembering their conversation on the notebook.
"Sorry, I didn't know how to tell you, OK."
"Next time you keep something this big tell me!" Stiles nodded and rubbed the spot where Scott had punched him. The punch Scott gave him hurt a lot and it still hurt after 5 minutes.
"I'll keep that in mind,"
"You're late." Scott and Stiles both snapped their heads toward the rough deep voice that just spoke. Scott sighed.
"It was only by a minute, Derek." Stiles joined in after Scott trying to get some of the Beta's attention directed towards him.
"Yeah, chill out dude, you're too tense…" A growl came from Derek's lips directed at the two teens before him, mostly at the non-werewolf. Stiles kept his determined look before Derek rolled his eyes and waved them to come after him from behind, after turning around.
"Hurry up, I don't have all day."
"Are you sure? I bet you do? What do you do all day? You basically have no life…" Derek turned around to face Stiles.
"Do you ever shut up?" Stiles debated on whether to answer the question or not.
"Never mind, just don't get in the way." Stiles pouted his lips and fluttered his brown eyes at Derek.
"Are you sure, I bet you secretly love my voice." I know I like yours, your sexy deep voice that haunts my every walking dream. Stiles kept his thoughts going after Derek kept his growling in the warning area.
"Stiles." If only you would say my name in a more sensual way. Damn you.
Derek just ignored Stiles and kept on with teaching Scott to control his werewolf. It took over 2 hours but afterwards they were done for the day. Stiles,meanwhile, stood by bored out of his mind. The only moments that kept him entertained were when Derek's shirt was almost ripped off by Scott, who had the upper hand at one time or so in their fighting spars. Unfortunately, Derek was stronger than that and ended up schooling Scott to Stiles' disappointment. Towards the end, Stiles did feel his phone vibrate in his pocket while Derek and Scott cooled off. He checked to see who had texted him. He never gave out his number to anyone, and the only person he ever texted was Scott. He felt a wave of confusion pile up in him. He checked the message to see an unknown number.
-You there?
More confusion clouded Stiles' mind but instead of trying to figure out who would text him, he responded back. He was bored after all.
S: Who is this?
After sending his message he got a reply a few seconds later. That was fast.
-Have you forgotten who made you melt your knees this morning?
Stile's felt a hot blush trying to break onto his cheeks, but he wouldn't let it. He knew who it was and for some odd reason unknown to even himself, Stiles branded the unknown number. He immediately typed in 'Jackson' before responding.
S: What do you want?
The messages kept coming back and forth, every single message made the hairs on Stiles' neck stand up in pleasurable shivers.
J: Just checking to see if I can make you nervous.
S: How would you know if you're not here?
J: Have you thought about it or not?
S: …
J: You know you want to.
S: Who says? You don't know me.
J: I know you shiver under my touch. I could feel your sweet moan coming out of your wet mouth. Do you remember my tongue can make you want more? Don't you want to see where this leads? Are you not curious?
Stiles looked down at the message trying to decide if he should go on or not. It was obvious Jackson was not going to give up on the game he started. Another message interrupted his thoughts. The loud vibrate made Stiles blush a little. He was trying to push the dirty thoughts out of his head.
J: I can tell you want me, Stiles. I want you. Just take the deal. I want to see your tight body underneath me, imagine what I could do to you. Make you moan my name in the best climax you crave. I can release you in the most pleasurable way Stiles. I know you want me, just give in.
S: I like someone else. I can't…
After sending his message, Stiles, already flustered, looked over at Derek and Scott. He met the stare of a glaring Derek. He looked mad. Scott just looked confused.
J: It doesn't matter, our deal didn't involve emotions. Either way I can make you forget this person. They obviously don't want you since you're not with anyone right now…
S: Jackson…stop. Please.
J: Fine, just don't get a hard-on, I bet you're on the verge of one. If I can have you for a night I will make sure I pound into you until you scream my name…real…hard.
S: Please, don't…..
J: See you tomorrow, Stiles.
Stiles gulped not realizing his blush was deepening, and he was a little aroused at the moment. He tried to think of something else to stop his jeans from tightening in the front. Dead puppies! Dead Puppies! Who am I kidding? GAARRRR! It didn't help that Stiles was looking at Derek who had taken his shirt off moments arousal lifted more into view. He needed to get out of hated Jackson for making him feel like this, but it was all Derek's fault for being so damn sexy and invading his hormones. He needed some way to release his sexual charge, and Jackson was giving him a way out. It was the question of taking it or not. Suddenly he remembered the plan.
"Um Stiles who are you texting?" Stiles snapped his head towards the questioning Scott. He realized since he was a wolf he could smell the arousal off of him. A realization shot through him when he realized Derek could too. He looked over at the bigger werewolf to meet a pair of electric-blue eyes staring at him. He was angry? Weren't his eyes green before, right?
"W-why do you want to k-know?" Stiles tried to keep his cool, but he was on the peak of letting it all out. He wanted to scream into the air and pound on the ground with his fist until they bruised up. He felt cornered since it was obvious in Scott's eyes he was smelling his arousal; his best friend was beyond confused.
"Never mind." Stiles kept on starring into a pair of electrifying blue eyes who glared at him with a heated gaze. There was a patch of anger suffusing Derek's eyes. Stiles was confused to why Derek would be angry.
"Why are you so aroused Stiles?" Stiles gulped while he stared into Derek's eyes. He felt his heart hammering into his chest. He didn't want to say anything since Derek could tell if he lied or not. He was caught. OH SHIT!
"What are y-you talking about?" Stiles tried to cover it up but he knew he was caught into his own lie. The worst was that his arousal was beginning to subside a while ago, but it started to come back.
"What I can't put my finger on is…Who would want you?" Stiles froze in the spot he was currently on. The way Derek said 'you' was filled with so much venom as if he were nothing made him, he wanted to ball up in a corner and cry. That realization sent Stiles' peaking arousal out the window into the trash.
"You're an annoying brat. I doubt anyone wants can you turn on, Stiles. The way I see it, no one seems to have interest in you." Ouch. That hurt more than it should. Derek Hale you still a damn sexy werewolf. I hate you.
An angry flame of hatred ran through Stiles' veins. He walked up to Derek and slapped him. Derek just looked at him in shock.
"YOU ASSHOLE, YOU DON'T KNOW WHO WANTS ME! I DAMN KNOW SOMEONE DOES AND I CAN TURN THEM ON SO SHUT UP!"Derek just smirked at his response.
"Slapping me was the most girlish thing you could ever do, and the person who does want you must be a fool. I repeat, who would want you?" Stiles tried not to let the man he was falling in love with get to him. He instead turned around and said to Scott.
"Scott, I need to go, good luck with the Bastard. Can you run it home?" Scott nodded before Stiles ran towards his car, rushing to get onto the road. When Stiles was out of sight, Scott turned around with boiling anger in his eyes. He felt the wolf trying to pull himself out of him.
"You…why did you do that, Derek? YOU HURT HIM!" Derek snapped his attention towards Scott.
"He wasn't hurt."
"YES, HE WAS. Can you not feel the sadness pushing towards your face?" Derek just looked into Scott's angered face. He let the next few actions happen even though he knew they could have been stopped by him. Scott ran towards Derek the wolf in him coming out. He punched Derek in the jaw and shifted back to his human form. Derek flew across the way into the hard side of his home. He cracked the wood with his weight. He didn't get angry when Scott yelled at him with disappointment dripping in his tongue. "Why didn't you tell him Derek? Don't you think it's about time you told Stiles the way you feel about him!" Derek shrugged his shoulders while he got off the dirty ground his bottom had taken the fall to.
"It's too dangerous if he even returns the feelings," Scott sighed and left in anger but not before walking up to Derek and growling.
"He has feelings for you and if you don't act on them then someone else will. Stiles will not be here forever waiting for you, and I suggest you make your move." Scott ran into the woods in a hurry. Derek stood rooted in the same spot, he growled when he heard Scott say from a mile away.
"Whoever Stiles was texting it was obvious that he has an admirer so beat that person to Stiles or he will be taken before you could've even made a move? Idiot." Derek let the last comment slide, but it started to weigh on him. He walked over to his house, already inside he punched the wall next to him upon entering and growled deeper than he had before a sudden rage and jealousy washing over him.
"Damn you Stiles, why do you make me feel this way!"
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"Son, are you OK?" Stiles lifted his head from the kitchen table he was resting on and sighed, looking at his dad who barely came in. He didn't want to worry his father with his troubles; he already had a tired expression creasing into his face.
"Yeah Dad, I'm just tired, I'm going to bed." Stiles made his way towards the stairs, before he got there the Sheriff of the town and Stiles' father sighed, not sure what to do. He knew something was wrong with his son, most likely love troubles, he just didn't know how to approach his son with these issues. He decided to wait until his son was ready to talk to him heart-to-heart.
Stiles ran up the stairs to his room, his eyes holding back the tears. He opened his bedroom door and felt like shit. Stiles sat on his bed and thought to himself, alone. I knew he didn't like me. but he didn't have to spill it out onto my face. Oh god, I bet he knew my feelings and decided to stomp on them. I can't lie and I'm not a sissy but DAMN IT guys cry too! It hurt like hell. It really did…no I really LIKE him!
Stiles looked down at his shaking hands, he felt his heart ache and grabbed onto his shirt,clutching on it. He finally decided to let the tears out, he felt the spots of wetness falling onto his lap. He hung his head low.
Why Derek Hale? Why did I ever fall for you? When did I fall for you? Why did it have to be you?
Stiles felt a vibrate coming from his phone. He took his phone from his back jean pocket and looked at the name imprinted on the screen.
Jackson.
He opened the message to see the words he expected to see. Jackson was just not giving up. Why did Jackson even bother with him, the loser he is with the name Rupert? Derek might have been right, who would want him?
J: Think about it.
What should I do? Jackson actually wants me and for whatever goddamn reason. Here I am crying over a guy who would never have feelings for me. Just maybe I should take Jackson's deal. It might actually do me good. I will get hurt either way. Maybe I should. After all, the blond wasn't so bad, he deserves a chance and that could guarantee me a date for the Formal Dance?
Stiles' sighed for the millionth time that day and could not think of anything else. His mind went blank. He didn't know what to do; all he got was a distant flashback surfacing to the front of his thoughts.
Stiles looked around the parking lot, not finding anyone. He shook the dreadful feeling in his gut and stood by his car waiting for Scott to meet him. He was ready to go with his best friend into the woods to have another go with Derek's training. The teen froze for a second.
"Derek." He could not help but whisper his name. He had just started to realize his first-time crush on the werewolf, ever since he got 'back from being dead' after the night they were stuck in the school with the Alpha. It didn't make it better since they all knew Derek's uncle is the Alpha who was currently after Scott. Too deep into his thoughts, he didn't realize that someone was in front of him.
"Alone at this time, it's getting late you know." Stiles looked up to see a pair of light-colored eyes staring at him. Stiles' stare turned to a glare; he saw it was Scott's rival in school.
"Jackson, what do you want." Jackson laughed lightly as Stiles stared at him in confusion.
"You know, you are pretty cute Stiles."
Stiles' eyes widen as Jackson pushed him to his own car. He felt Jackson get closer than any male should to another male and look at him with a smirk plastered on his face. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Stiles could only gulp. "I have a deal for you." Jackson brought his face closer to Stiles'. "I want to be honest with you. I want you." Stiles didn't move an inch when he heard the last words that came out of Jackson's mouth.
"W-what? Why?" Jackson grabbed Stiles' waist making him drop his backpack and pulled him closer to him.
"I want you. If you're willing to let me ravish you sexually then I'm giving that choice." Stiles felt a blush creep onto his face.
"Dude, you know your way too forward."He stopped to look down at Jackson's chest. The button-down shirt was unbuttoned on the top which revealed the toned chest he had underneath. Stiles blushed harder. "What makes you think I am gay and for you especially?" Jackson sighed.
"For one, you haven't stopped me from holding you: and secondly, I knew all those times you stared at Lydia when we were together you had somehow turned towards me in the later years." Stiles felt himself cornered emotionally and physically.
"So what, just because I think you're hot doesn't mean anything…." Stiles gasped and tried to cover his mouth but was stopped by Jackson.
"You think I'm hot? Why don't we do ourselves a favor and become involved, like friends with benefits." Stiles felt the grip of Jackson's hand encircling his wrist tighten a little.
"I'm not a cheap person and to be friends with benefits we first have to be friends, duh." Jackson sighed once again.
"You are a hard one to get."
"Wait a minute, you're gay?"
"No, I'm bisexual. I dated Lydia remember?"
"Right."
"Are you up for it?" Stiles kept his stare on Jackson's chest before looking up at his face.
"You're you tried to become a werewolf and steal Allison from Scott. Which means…? Isn't that what you're doing right now?"
"I admit I am an arrogant jerk and as for the werewolf thing, it's on hold. Allison also knows I'm bi; she doesn't interest me." Stiles mouthed an 'O' and realized something.
"I'm having a real conversation with you of all people, weird. Oh yeah, I have a question for you?" Jackson looked at Stiles with a 'go on' intense stare. "Do you find me attractive?"Jackson didn't make a move to response to Stiles' question. Instead he latched his lips onto Stiles'. He felt the shorter teen below him try to squirm his way out but eventually subside into his need. Jackson, after a few good amounts of seconds, bit Stiles' lower lip to enter into what he assumed was the virgin mouth of Stiles. His tongue clashed with the uncertain one of Stiles. In the next minute or so Jackson pulled away leaving a flustered teen before him. He let go of Stiles' waist and walked away.
"Think about what I have told you and yes I do find you attractive. Enough to slam myself into you to make you scream my name out." Stiles blushed even harder than he thought possible and shivered slightly.
"That's a weird way of asking someone out? Wait, did I just make-out with..."
I fucking made out with Jackson. Shit, Scott is going to kill me if he finds out. Oh man what should I do? I find Jackson attractive but I want Derek not him.
"Made out with who?"Stiles jumped into mid air with a nervous expression on his face. Scott had barely come up to meet him. I bet he was too busy with Allison who had recently decided to be friends with him for right now.
"No one. I was thinking that's all." Stiles lifted his right hand to scratch the back of his head and open the door of his old jeep. "Let's go, Derek will be pissed off if we don't get there on time." Scott sighed and let go of the conversation hoping Stiles would tell him what was wrong in the future. Stiles just looked out onto the road a blank expression hovering all over his face mixed with a little bit of shock and confusion.
Damn it! What have I gotten myself into?
Stiles felt his head hurting a little after the memory of what happened a few nights ago. He felt a bit pissed about all the bad luck he was having right now. Why couldn't love be less complicated? Now he was stuck in one where someone wanted him sexually and maybe more, while the one he desired didn't actually want him but hated him.
"Damn it! I'm sick of being alone. Scott will get it on with Allison some time and where does that leave me?Alone. Derek will never like me so what the hell. I might as well get into a sort of relationship with someone that actually wants me!" Stiles talked to himself while standing up and wiping off the dry tears on his face. "I don't know what I'm going to do but I'm done crying over spilled milk." I might as well give in into Jackson. He might never fill my heart like Derek does but who knows what might happen. It won't hurt me to give him a chance. Plus, I could attempt to make Derek jealous. Actually no. I can't do that. I need to think this over some more. The plan I had this morning of making Derek jealous was just plain stupidity. Stiles fell onto his bed face forward, onto his pillow. He clutched the pillow hard underneath him and yelled into it. "I don't know what to do! What should I do?"
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*FINALLY! Thanks to the songs of the bands 'The Wanted' and 'Kids of 88' I got this done! Goodness it took a while but it was enjoyable...
* It took me all day to get this done and I know it's not good but I hope I can get a few reviews on how I did. I don't know if anyone liked the Jackson/Stiles portrayed in the first part but don't worry the last 2 parts will have more Derek/Stiles goodness, I'm planning lots of Jealousy and a little bit of angst and lastly something with the Formal Dance they had in Teen Wolf. I really am taking this one slowly, climaxing it till the Derek/Stiles finale.
*Plus I'm sorry for making Derek the jerk! I kind of got into the Angst Stiles too much then I should have. I have no humor in stories so I'm sorry if that area was dried up.
One last thing my dear readers and I hope you aid my advice:
R E V I E W!