I know I have other fan-fictions, I should be working on but I couldn't pass this opportunity to write a quick fan-fiction about Teen Wolf, my new guilty pleasure. I just started the series so I don't know much about Teen Wolf as I should, so this fic will be AU, so no werewolves or anything.


Warnings: Slash, male pairings. Jackson/Scott, Derek/Stiles

Rating: T for now, M later


Chapter 1: Denial


The alarm clock blared to life, its insistent beeping waking the person under the comforts of their blanket out of sleep's warm embrace. Groans echoed through the room and a hand stretched out, feeling and prodding around at the stand, searching for the nuisance. The mindless groping continued for some time until it found its prize. The alarm clock, that was only doing its job, was thrown across the room breaking into pieces upon impact. A hum of appreciation was the only noise given, and the person settled back down into sleep. Just as they were getting comfortable, there was a knock on the door.

"Jackson…" the voice began, "Jackson, get up will you, it's the first day of school and you don't want to be late now. Jackson, Jackson are you even listening to me! JACKSON!"

Before Jackson could even respond, his door was thrown open and there standing in the arches of the doorway stood his mother, red-faced and fuming mad.

"I was," he began.

"Don't give me any lip," his mom started, cutting him off. "You are a very rude child, I was calling you and you didn't even answer."

"But I was-" he said, trying to edge a word in.

"But nothing," cutting him off yet again, "Get ready for school, or else I'm taking away your car and you can take the bus." With a final huff, arms akimbo, she walked away, muttering softly.

Jackson fell back down onto his bed with a flop, rubbing his hands over his face, groaning softly.

"I don't hear someone getting ready for school," his mom's voice rang out fromdownstairs.

"I'm up, I'm up," he yelled back down, hands raised in surrender, though there was no one to see him.


It took about thirty minutes to get ready, ten minutes to finish eating breakfast, a minute to kiss his mom good-bye, ten minutes waiting for Lydia to finally get out of her house, five minutes of listening to her rant about him being late, and finally he was at school.

"Be on time next time, okay," Lydia told him, as she played with his hair, "I'll see you late, baby," pecking him on his lips, before stepping out of the car and sauntering away into the school, the eyes of many trailing her grand entrance.

Jackson drove away, heading towards the student parking lot. As he pulled into one of the parking lots, a black Chevrolet Camaro pulled up beside him. He didn't recognize the car and stared, curious, to know who the owner was. The back door opened, and his eyes narrowed. Climbing out from the back was Scott McCall, the school loser. Scott's eyes were drawn to whomever was in the driver seat and hadn't noticed Jackson's eyes on him.

"Whatever, you two," McCall said to the person, now persons, in the front. "We're going to be late Stiles, so hurry up." He hefted his backpack up and walked out the car, slamming the car door behind him.

Suddenly, without any warning, the door on the driver said opened and a tall, raging man climbed out.

"Hey," he roared, "Don't slam my door like that next time or next time you'll be walking, got it," he punctuated, pointing at his car.

The passenger side of the door opened and a boy stepped out, whom Jackson recognized as Stiles, McCall's best friend.

"Calm down," he whispered to the man, "Calm down Derek, you know he didn't mean it," placing kisses on the man's neck. The man seemed torn between wanting to stay mad or returning the kisses, it seemed the kisses won, as he bent down and began making out with the younger boy.

"Disgusting," Jackson said, as he stepped out of his car, tired of watching the little melodrama that was taking place in front of him.

"What was that," Derek said, pulling away from Stiles' lips. "Do you have a problem with us?" he growled, getting closer.

Not one to back down from any threat, Jackson stood his ground. "As a matter of fact, I do. You guys are disgusting." Turning towards Stiles, he leered, "So is this what you've been doing over the summer, huh Stilinski? Or rather, who you've been doing. Never pegged you for a homo, with all those suggestive glances you've been giving my girl. I didn't know you liked coc-"

But a kick in the back of his knee silenced Jackson and he fell down before the couple. Cursing up a storm as the pain coursed through his leg, he looked back only to meet furious brown eyes.

"Leave them alone, asshole. They didn't do anything to you and I don't see why you're being such an ass seeing as your best friend, Danny, is gay too. Never pegged you as a hypocrite, Whitmore."

"Thanks man," Stiles said, while his boyfriend smirked at Scott.

"Really McCall, kicking him in the back of the knee, what are you a girl," he taunted.

Scott frowned and rolled his eyes, "I do something nice for you and I can't even get a thank you, whatever ungrateful bastard," sticking his tongue out.

"Now c'mon," grabbing Stiles, "we have to go now." He dragged the reluctant teen towards the school, as Stiles continued to blow kisses at his boyfriend.

Jackson and Derek watched them go, and both sighed. Glaring at each other from the corner of their eyes, the two man ignored each other. Jackson pulled himself up and watched the two boys who had now stopped talking,

Jackson felt himself go breathless as Scott leaned forward to pick something up, getting an eyeful of his ass. He felt himself flush and quickly turned away, pretending to look for something.

"You like him don't you," Derek said, leaning against the hood of his Camaro.

"What?" Jackson said, his face in disbelief.

Rolling his eyes, Derek walked forward, the smirk never leaving his face.

"You like Scott, I know you do. I saw you checking his ass out and you apparently liked what you saw. Why don't you stop yanking on his pigtails like an elementary kid, and be a big kid and let him know that you like him. Last time I checked, if you liked someone you told them not tease them, teasing is for foreplay."

"I'm not attracted to him," Jackson retorted back, harshly, "I have a girlfriend already-."

Derek didn't say anything, he turned around and entered his car. "I never said attracted, I said 'like'. I don't know who you're trying to convince, but denial doesn't look very good on you."

He sped away, glancing at Jackson once more and drove away.

Jackson stood there, shaken. He didn't like Scott, he never had and never would. Scott was, Scott was… nothing to him, yet why was he so worked up.


So that's the first chapter, hoped you like it. Let me know! Okay, bye!