AN: Sorry it took me so long to get back to this, the hassle of moving into college, setting up, and packing really got to me, but I'm back with a vengeance. Some of you have expressed some confusion over my story, so just to make things clear this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE… NO WEREWOLVES! When I talk about alpha male, I mean personality wise. If there is any more confusion please let me know, so I can answer your questions.

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Chapter 3: Animosity

Scott walked out in a hurried rush, wanting to get away from the classroom, away from Stiles, away from that desk and especially away from Jackson.

'What the hell was that,' he thought, continuously rubbing at his lips, trying to remove the taste of Jackson from his mouth.

The bell rung, a distant noise that was almost lost in the cacophony produced from students rushing to class. Scott was unaware of everything, still caught up in what took place prior. A hand on his shoulder startled him from his reverie.

"You alright man?" turning around to see Stile's concerned brown eyes. There was a crooked smile on his lips, his backpack slipping off the hand that was clutching his shoulder.

"Yeah," smiling ruefully, "I'm fine.'

Scott and Stiles headed towards the locker room, the only ones in the now empty hallway. When they finally arrived, the rest of the boys were already pulling down their shirts over their necks, their items placed away and secured.

Wasting absolutely no time, the two dressed out as quickly as possible. Hoping on one foot, while trying to maneuver their pants off with the other foot, Scott and Stile were just mere seconds away from being late.

"God dammit," Stile roared out, clutching at his foot. In his rush to change, he had unwittingly, stubbed his toe on the stone ledge of the locker. "Fuck, that shit's painful."

"No time to gripe Stiles, we don't have any time to waste, unless you want to run the five laps that asshole will more than likely assign, so suck it up."

Needing no further encouragement, Stiles sucked up his pain and finished shimmying into his shorts.

"Besides," Scott began, as the two of them ran outside to the field, "You can always get Derek to kiss it better for you."

Giggling softly, a dreamy glaze settled over Stiles' eyes. "Derek does this thing where he likes to pretend he's a wolf, and nips me on my-" Glancing from the corner of his eye, he noticed the green tint on his friend's face.

"Too much."

"Way too much."

"Sorry man, but when you have a boyfriend as amazing as him, better yet when you find someone who loves you and you get to do the intimate things; you'll understand what I'm talking about. In fact, you could ask Jackson," Stiles finished, with a teasing leer on his face. He waggled his eyebrows, while nudging Scott with his elbow. "Eh, eh, eh," wiggling his eyebrows even more.

"Blerghh," Scott pretended to hurl, "Don't make me sick. That's absolutely disgusting."

"Hey man," Stiles said, backing up with his palms up in front of him, "I'm just saying, you guys were pretty close back there, with all that smooching and canoodling."

"Canoodling, canoodling where? He molested me, M-O-L-E-S-T-E-D, molested me."

"That's interesting McCall, but whether or not he molested, kissed, or hugged you, you and Stilinski are L-A-T-E, late."

"Sorry Coach, we were… ahhh-" Stiles began so eloquently.

"We were trying to, uh well-" Scott began, trying to bridge the gap that Stiles had left open.

"Save it you stooges. Normally I would have you run five laps, but since this is the first day of school, you don't have to run-"

"Thank you sir," Stiles interrupted, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Ah, ah, ah, let me finish Stilinski, you don't have to run today, but you and McCall can run tomorrow, six laps since you like to assume. You can thank me later."

Stiles deflated at the news, "Damn," he mumbled under his breath.

"Nice going pal," Scott murmured under his breath. Stiles could only shrug in response, "Sorry," he mouthed.

"Oh and McCall…"

"Sir," Scott said, standing straighter, waiting to hear what else he had to say.

"Your shirt is inside out, what did you do, dress yourself in the dark?"

Scott flushed as the rest of his class laughed at him.

"No sir, I was just in a rush."

"Well, fix it, you look sloppy. And if you look sloppy, I look sloppy and we can't…" pausing for Scott to finish.

"Have that," Scott droned, nodding his head. As soon as Coach turned around, Scott rolled his eyes, yanking his shirt off to flip it out right.

As he was pulling the shirt over his head again, a bump nearly sent him sprawling to the floor. Yanking his shirt down, his eyes connected with Jackson, who was smirking smugly at him.

"Watch it McCall, I don't want you to kiss me because I got too close." With a laugh, Jackson turned on his heel and sauntered off, his circle of friends following him in his wake.

"Jackass," Scott called out to his retreating back.

The middle finger was the only response he received.


"I still don't know why I'm going bowling with you and Derek," Scott mumbled, sitting in the backseat of Derek's Camaro.

"Because it's tradition," Stiles answered, rolling his eyes at his friend's obvious reluctance.

"Yeah, but that was before you had a boyfriend. Now, this is just going to become like everything else. The three of us go out, you and Derek make out the entire time, I'm not having any fun, you tell me to stop being a bad sport, big bad wolf, over there, tells me to quit the yapping and go get laid, then I end up walking home because you guys are practically having sex in the car or some surface."

"Quit whining, you baby. You really should listen to me and get laid, why don't you ask that Jackson guy to help you," Derek replied, making a quick left turn into the bowling alley's driveway. "You guys seem fond of each other."

"When hell freezes over," Scott shot back, up righting himself from the sharp turn. "You drive like a madman, be careful."

"Uh, my car, therefore I can do what I want, therefore, I don't have to listen to you," Derek rebutted.

Scott turned toward Stiles, "This is the person you love?"

"Hey," Stiles squawked, shoving Scott playfully, "Don't question my love for Derek?"

"Yeah," Derek said, leaning over to kiss Stiles, after parking the car in an empty lot.

"Break it up you two," Scott said, leaning forward to push the two apart. "Let's bowl, before you end up making babies in here."

"Actually, not in here, more like on the hood of the car. Wouldn't want to mess up the leather interior," Stiles said, matter-of-factly.

"You know me so well, baby," Derek said roughly, voice thickening with lust.

"Of course I do," Stiles cooed.

Scott took a look at the two, sighed and exited the car.

"When you guys are done, I'll be inside."

"Shut the door will you," Derek growled, his voice getting raspy. There was some mysterious suckling noises coming from in there, and Scott didn't want to stick around and figure out what it was.

Scott entered the packed bowling alley, heading towards the nearly empty line. He stood there glancing at what bowling package to get until he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end.

Glancing back, he could barely contain the growl of annoyance that nearly slipped through.

Standing behind him was the bane of his existence with his equally dreadful girlfriend, Jackson and Lydia.

"Oh look," the red-head began, "It's that one kid, Mc, Mc, oh help me out baby?"

"McNerd," Jackson suggested.

Lydia tilted her head to the side, her index finger tapping her chin. "That's not it I think, but it's awfully close, but it doesn't matter I don't see why I should work up a sweat remembering some nobody's name," she finished, a cruel smirk on her face.

Scott turned away, pretending that the duo's words didn't hurt.

"Hey DSL lips," a voice from behind called out. Scott turned around again to see Derek and Stiles behind the couple.

"It's Lydia," she remarked indignant.

"Whatever, DSL lips, tig ol titties, or whatever, stop being a bitch for no reason, you're not even that hot."

"Jackson," Lydia raged, "Are you going to let him talk to me like that?"

"If he's smart," Derek started, "He'll stay out of this, or pretty boy could be looking into some extensive work on his face. But he seems like the type to kiss his way out of any situation, isn't that right, hot lips," Derek smirked.

Jackson didn't say anything in response, and began to pull Lydia out of the line.

"Come on, let's go."

"Why," she bellowed, "Is there something you're not telling me? Is there?"

"Save it Lydia, I'll tell you in the car. I wouldn't want you to hear it from these Neanderthals."

"Ooh, big words," Derek shot back, making kissy faces. "You certainly have a way with your tongue."

Jackson sent the trio a glare and dragged his reluctant girlfriend out.

"Damn," Scott mumbled, "Tomorrow is not going to be good at all."

"McCall quit your whining and pay, I'm ready to bowl," Derek said, pushing the younger boy forward.


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