Most people stopped and stared when they spot Jesse Hale. He was only sixteen years old but had more tattoos and piercings than anyone they have ever seen. Of course today Jesse had on his leather jacket so his left tribal tattoo sleeve was covered, but his tattooed knuckles were on full display along with his pierced eyebrow, ears, and lip. He had a black loop on either side of his bottom lip, a black loop in his eyebrow, and if he opened his mouth right now you'd see his black stud that rested in the middle of his tongue. Pair that with his black leather jacket, sexy sunglasses, and bone-crushing boots and you can't really blame people for finding Jesse intimidating, dangerous, and maybe a bit sexy. Everyone loves the bad boy.

As Jesse walked into his English class all eyes turned to him. "Sorry I'm late." his voice was deep and smooth, it just dripped with sexual appeal. It was the kind of voice girls, and guys, organsm too. Jesse held up a pass between his fingers, allowing everyone to see what was tattooed on those knuckles 'Rage'. The English teacher stared at Jesse, obviously a bit terrified, which he has every right to be. Jesse was at least 6'3" and was solid muscle. He didn't exactly looked sixteen and looked capable of smashing your face in with his pair fists, or his boots.

"Oh… Right." The teacher took the pass. "Jesse Hale, you must new." He just gave a nod and shark like smile. The man, because that's what he is. He was no by means a boy, not with that body and attitude. He was practically dripping with danger, sex, and swagger.

"Yeah." The man spoke up. "That's me."

"Right, uh, why don't you, uh, take a seat." Jesse smiled that same dangerous smile before heading towards the back towards an empty seat. Right behind some buzzed haired scrawny kid. He slides into his seat, dropping his bag to the floor, leans back, and crosses his arms and ankles. "Uh, right, uh…" The man was practically sweating with fright and uncertainty. "As I was saying…" Jesse zones him out as he focuses on his phone. He didn't want to be here, but his dear old cousin said he needed to blend in until they found Laura, so here he was, in high school, surrounded by egotistical, hormonal, idiotic teenagers.

Jesse looks up as he feels someone staring at him. He raises his pierced eyebrow as he sees it's the scrawny kid he's sitting behind. His eyes meet Jesse and Jesse is completely gone. Everything around him seems to disappear. It's as if he's in a pitch black room and the only thing that he can see is this boy. This scrawny kid. It feels as if the earth has shifted and suddenly it isn't the sun that the earth revolves around, not for Jesse. For Jesse, his world revolves around this boy. Everything Jesse once thought as important is now on the back burner so to speak and his sole attention is this kid. This kid with the most beautiful brown eyes, gorgeous pale skin, sexy thin body. Jesse feels as if he can't breathe without this boy beside him. He needs this boy like he needs air. He feels so much love and desire for this boy that his heart and his dick were aching. He's also very protective and possessive at the moment. This boy was his. His. Nobody would get in his way of claiming him and nobody would hurt his mate, not on his watch because that was who this boy was. He was Jesse's mate and Jesse just moonstrucked.

The sound of someone clearing their throat has Jesse's eyes snapping away from his mate and towards the front of the room where a girl stood beside the superintendent. Jesse rolls his eyes and went back to his phone. "Allison Argent." Jesse's head snaps up as he looks at the girl with sudden interest. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome." Jesse is tense as she starts walking towards him. Every muscle in his body is screaming for him to run. She moves and sits behind some kid with a mop for hair, which puts her right across from his mate. His tension only worsens as his protective nature burns strong for his mate. Jesse flicked his piercing on his tongue against his teeth, a nervous habit he has. The clicking isn't loud but can be heard by those closest to him.

His mate turns and looks at him. Jesse's nerves seem to fade away at that point. He smirks with a raised eyebrow. "Problem?" The boy flushes bright red as he stares at Jesse.

"N-No." The boy stutters. "What was that noise?" Jesse sticks out his tongue, showing off his piercing before letting it click against his teeth. "Oh…" The boy's word is breathy and Jesse is hit with a huge wave of the boy's arousal. The boy is turned on by Jesse's piercing. Interesting. Jesse smirk's grows as he leans forward.

"You know the rumor is tongue piercings feel great for the girl you're blowing or rimming." The boy makes a choking sound as his brown eyes get big, reminding Jesse of a frightened deer. But Jesse didn't smell fear, he smelt lust. Jesse eyes the boy over, stripping the boy with his icy blue eyes. His eyes were intense and bright, he has been told many times that his gaze makes a person feel naked as if he is looking into their very soul. It's a gaze he got solely from his mother who had the same quiet and intense disposition. "But that's just a rumor I heard. Never tried it before…" His eyes sweep over the boy a final time before leaning back in his seat. The boy stares at Jesse with obvious hunger.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." The boy swallowed the lump in his throat before turning around to open his book. Jesse leans forward again.

"And yes, I am single." His hot breath fans the boy's ear and neck, causing a shiver to come over him. Jesse grins and sits back, glad to have gotten such a reaction out of his mate. Maybe high school won't be that bad.

Stiles knew he was trouble when he walked in. The tattoos and piercings should be enough of a warning, but Stiles has found himself unable to get his eyes off the guy since class ended. Stiles never thought of himself as gay. He never really looked or pay attention to another guy, but Jesse… Even thinking the name sends butterflies through Stiles' stomach. The man was sex on a stick.

Even his walk is smooth and sexy. He was just damn sexy. With his black messy curls, intense icy eyes, rich tan skin. Stiles sighs as he leans against his locker, staring directly at Jesse's ass, which, if you were wondering, was small and round. Stiles' hands itched to squeeze it, but he kept himself in check.

Jesse stood by his locker and has his jacket off, which reveals more of his tattoos. He is dressed in a tight-fitting v-neck and black thick ink ran up his left arm, a beautiful and simple tribal tattoo sleeve going up it and disappearing underneath the sleeve. Stiles wants to know how far it went. Did the guy have more tattoos? What about piercings? Oh god did he have a dick piercing? Stiles' eyes zeroed in on the obvious bulge between the man's legs. Oh god, the guy's hard. The man was lean, which hid just how muscle he really was, and he had narrowed hips with long legs. The man was slowly killing Stiles. Stiles never felt this horny, not even over Lydia, who wore the shortest skirts sometimes.

Stiles' brown eyes connected with those blue eyes and he feels his breath catching in his throat. A smirk came to guy's face, causing a shiver to run down Stiles' spine. That smirk was dirty and seductive, promising Stiles a good time. Stiles bites his lip, he wanted to go to Jesse, beg him to fuck him if he had to. "Stiles. Stiles. Stiles!" Stiles' snaps out of his thoughts as he looks over at Scott.

"What?"

"Practice."

"Practice?" Stiles looks at Scott, still in a daze.

"Lacross practice, Stiles. It's starting now."

"Oh." Stiles says. "Oh!" Stiles moves quickly, closing his locker and grabbing his bag. "Right, come on."

"What were you staring at?" Stiles turns and finds Jesse was nowhere in sight.

"Nothing. Let's go." Stiles can't shake off the feeling growing inside him. What was going on with him? Why does he want Jesse so badly? Jesse was a guy. Stiles was straight. Right?

Stiles looks around him as he walks down the hall. His eyes run over the guys that he passes. He doesn't have the same sexual hunger that he felt with Jesse. When he looks at the other guys he feels nothing. Looking at the girls that pass, Stiles suddenly feels nothing either. It is as if Jesse showing up makes Stiles… Jesse-sexual? He only has a sexual desire for Jesse and no one else.

"Seriously, are you okay, Stiles?" Scott asks, but Stiles shrugs him off. He's fine. Just horny. Very horny.

…

Only know that Stiles is away from Jesse does he calm down and begins to think clearly. He jocks across the field with Scott, heading to practice dressed up in their uniform. "But if you play…" Stiles begins. "I'll have no one to talk to on the bench." Stiles and Scott both love lacrosse, but sadly Stiles never got his chance to prove himself and Scott just plain sucks. "Are you really going to do that to your best friend?"

"I can't sit out again." Scott explains as he drops his bag off by the bench. "My whole life is sitting on the sidelines." Stiles can't argue with Scott on that. He spent a good portion of his own life being cast into the shadows, people never even giving him a first glance, never mind a second. He could understand why Scott wanted to aim for the stars and become popular, but it comes to a point where you just got to accept that you are who you are and that won't change. They're dorks that will never rise above it. Stiles has accepted it. He hates it, he wishes he got the attention of people, but in the end, there isn't a single thing he can do to change it, so he just lives with it. College is where things change. Just three years of school to get through and then he's out. Just three more years.

"This season, I make first line." Scott finishes telling Stiles, but his attention isn't on Scott, but on Lydia, who has just arrived. He has had a crush on Lydia since the third grade, but looking at her now… He felt nothing. He still found her beautiful, but whereas before he used to drool now he just looks at her as if she's just a pretty painting to admire. That's the word for it, admire. He admires Lydia but does not feel any sexual desire for her. What is wrong with him?

"McCall!" Stiles' move his eyes away from Lydia and towards the coach, who now stands in front of Scott.

"Yeah?"

Stiles takes a seat on the bench as Coach throws equipment at Scott. "You're on goal." Stiles looks from Scott to coach.

"I never played." Scott tries to explain. Truth it Scott never even really played lacrosse, which is making Stiles' nerves skyrocket for his best friend.

"I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day back thing." Coach slaps Scott's arm. "Get 'em energized, fired up!"

"What about me?"

"Try not to take any in the face." Oh, he's screwed, Stiles thought as he rubs a hand over his buzzed hair. His best friend was going to be murdered. "Let's go! Come on!" Scott moves to stand in front of the net.

"You're not playing?" Stiles jumps practically off the bench as he heard the voice. He turns to find Jesse standing behind him, a cigarette between his lips.

"Y-You're not supposed to smoke on school ground." Jesse raises a dark eyebrow before blowing out a cloud of smoke.

"What a tragedy." He drawls as he looks away from Stiles and towards the field. He looked good, Stiles thought as he eyes Jesse over. He doesn't have his bag or jacket with him, so Stiles got a full view of him. The t-shirt stuck to him, showing off his muscles. Every time Stiles looks at him he just gets more and more hornier and more and more interested in Jesse. Jesse was just gorgeous. His dark hair and tan complexion just made his eyes pop all the more and it is his eyes that Stiles loves more. "You're friend sucks." Jesse chuckles, causing Stiles to look back at the field in time to see Scott fall on his ass.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Stiles lets his head fall as he winces.

"Unh! Scott." Stiles sighs. Why did he have to be so adamant on playing? He should have just sat on the bench with Stiles.

"He really should try for another…" Jesse trails off as they watch Scott catch the ball almost as if on reflex.

"Yeah!" Stiles smiles as he sits up. "Doesn't look like he sucks much, huh?" Stiles grins up at Jesse. That grin fell however as he saw the dark look on Jesse's face. "Jesse?" Jesse ignores Stiles, causing Stiles to look back at the field. If Jesse didn't want to talk to Stiles, fine. Stiles didn't care. Stiles pouts, failing at acting as if he doesn't care. He doesn't know why, but the idea of Jesse ignoring him causes him physical pain. Thankfully, that pain is distracted by Scott catching another ball. "Yoo hoo!" Stiles cheers as Scott catches ball after ball. He's incredible. He catches the balls in a blink of an eye without a single miss. "Oh, shit." Stiles curses as Jackson cuts into the front. Stiles stares at Jackson running across the field. He bites his thumb, a nervous habit of his, as he watches Jackson. It's as if he's watching in slow motion. Jackson throws the ball with all his strength, but Scott still catches it. "Hoo hoo hoo! Whoo!" Stiles jumps, cheering spastically. "That is my friend!" He turns to look at Jesse, but he's gone. The only thing left of him is the smell of smoke and his still burning cigarette laying on the ground, which Stiles quickly puts out.

He looks around, but Jesse is just gone. Stiles heart plummets as he looks longingly for him. He's like a lovesick puppy.

…

"I'm telling you, Der, it's an alpha." Jesse tells his cousin as he watches him finish burying Laura. Derek found Laura while Jesse was at school. She was ripped in half and while Derek wants to think it's hunters, Jesse knows it was an alpha. There's a new werewolf at school for crying out loud and those are bite marks on Laura.

"You said an Argent is at your school."

"So? That doesn't mean there can't be an alpha too. I already told you, there is a new wolf at school. How else would he be a werewolf if not for an alpha."

"Jess-" Jesse's head snaps up as he smells it. That sweet citric orange smell of his mate. He groans as he sniffs the air more. How can one boy smell so good? He smells of oranges, mint, and… Jesse took another sniff. And a hint of spice.

"Mm.." Jesse moans as he sniffs more.

"What the hell is your problem?" Derek asks, but Jesse ignores him as he begins to follow the scent. "Jesse?"

"Don't you smell that?"

"Smell what?"

"I…" Jesse sniffs more. "Oh god, it smells so good."

"Jesse?"

"It's cause Friday's a full moon." Jesse speeds up his walking as he hears his mate's smooth sweet voice. Jesse was really losing it. Just smelling his mate sends him into a frenzy.

"I could have sworn this was it." Another voice says, more than likely his mate's friend. Or at least Jesse hops it's his friends. Sudden jealousy comes over Jesse. He growls as he walks faster.

"Jess, slow down."

"I saw the body, the deer came running." Jesse stops in his tracks as he sees him. His mate. He still doesn't know his name. God, he wanted to know his name so badly. He looked so good. Those jeans shaped to his skinny legs and small ass so perfectly. Jesse licks his lips as he looks at his mate. He just wanted to grab the small boy and slam him into the closest tree and take him right here. Jesse's pants begin to feel unbelievably tight as Jesse stares at his mate. He wants to know what the boy is hiding beneath all those layers. He has not only a jacket, but a sweatshirt, and a shirt on. It's not fair.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." His mate spoke up as his friend got on the ground and started sorting through all the leaves. Jesse could feel his cousin's eyes on him, but he didn't care.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks." Jesse didn't give a shit about the friend's inhaler, for all he cared the guy could choke on it. Jesse didn't like how close he was to his mate. That is his mate! His!

Jesse took a step forward, coming into their eyesight. He was going to prove that that was his mate. Derek grabs Jesse's arm before he could take another step. "Oh!" His mate gasps as he sees Jesse and his cousin. He hits his friend's arm, which only makes Jesse more annoyed. His mate should touch him and only him.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asks as he walks forward, Jesse follows behind him, his eyes staying on his mate. "Huh?" His mate runs a hand over his buzzed hair, causing Jesse to squirm. He wants to do that! "This is private property."

"Uh, sorry man, we didn't know." His mate says, his eyes shooting to him. Good, Jesse thought. His mate should only look at him. He is Jesse's!

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but… uh, forget it." Jesse glares at the the friend. He didn't give him permission to talk. He didn't even want to hear him speak. That is his mate! In Jesse's jealous rage he doesn't even notice Derek toss the inhaler. He doesn't even notice Derek heading off.

"Jesse, let's go." Derek snaps. Jesse wants to stay, make sure the friend keeps his hands off his mate, but he knows Derek will kill him if he doesn't follow him. Jesse's eyes scan his mate once more before turning and hurrying up to catch his cousin. "What was that about?" Derek asks once Jesse caught up.

"Did you see him?" Jesse spits as he glares back at the friend. "I don't like him." Jesse growls. Derek raises an eyebrow at Jesse.

"Okay, what, Jess, what is your problem?"

"Him. That guy is my problem."

"Jess, you need to calm down." Derek says as Jesse's eyes flash from blue to gold. "Calm down and tell me exactly what's wrong." Jesse huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"That's my mate. I don't like that guy near him." Derek's eyes snap over to Jesse.

"You moonstrucked?"

"Yeah." Jesse sighs, his anger fading off him.

"With that guy?" Jesse growls.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Jesse you need to get a hold of yourself." He took a deep breath before nodding.

"I know. I know." He sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Come on, I think you need to work off that extra energy." Jesse groans.

"I don't wanna." He whines.

"Go, Jess, run laps until you get all that anger out of you." Jesse sighs before taking off running. He needed to get his head in order. He was just about to kill his mate's best friend. He needs to get control.