"Shit," Scott said suddenly in the class period following, turning in his seat to look at Stiles at the desk behind him. "I didn't interrupt something with you and Derek, did I?"
Stiles could not keep from laughing at the look on his brother's face. It was not uncommon for him to be that unaware of the world around him when something else pertained to Allison. "Not really? I mean, he was trying to say something, I think but..." replied Stiles with a shrug of his shoulders. "S'no big deal. If it was important, he'll tell me later. We're working on homework for Harris after school."
Scott nodded a little, though he still seemed slightly upset by the whole situation (really, he was more bothered by it than Stiles was, which kind of confused Stiles). Of course, Scott's attempt at an apology was cut short when their teacher said, "If the two girls in the back are done gossiping about their hair, we can start the lesson." Both Stiles and Scott glared at the man, one who could easily be Harris' long-lost brother, but the lesson began and neither one said another word.
Meanwhile, across the school Isaac frowned when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. The only people that would be texting him should have been in class at the moment. He tried to ignore that, but it only lasted a moment before he got up, grabbed his bag, and left the classroom, ignoring his teacher telling him to sit down. Isaac pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the message. It was from Danny, telling him that Jackson had run out of their classroom. Danny also gave him which bathroom Jackson had locked himself into. Isaac then quickly started to walk to the bathroom, putting his phone into his jeans pocket.
Once he got to the bathroom, he knocked on the door. "Jackson, open the door. Please," Isaac said quietly, knowing that Jackson could hear him. "Jack, c'mon." It took several moments longer, but Isaac finally heard the sound of the door unlocking. He quietly slipped into the room, locking the door behind him once again. "What's going on?" Isaac set his backpack down on the floor near the door, watching Jackson, who stood across the room, leaning back against one of the sinks. His eyes still held a golden hue and if he could see Jackson's hands, he was sure there'd be claws there.
"There was this kid in class, running his mouth about everything, and I almost..." replied Jackson quietly, letting out a huff of breath through his nose. He was still so mad that he was practically shaking, wanting distance between himself and Isaac out of fear of hurting the other boy, even though he never had even during that crucial time when he was in the middle of changing and not in full control of his anger. Jackson tensed a little, realizing that Isaac was still walking over to him. "Don't."
Isaac just sighed softly, but did not listen. He only stopped walking when he was standing directly in front of Jackson. "We've been through this, Jack," the curly-haired teen, a faint hint of amusement in his voice. "You're not going to hurt me." Jackson said nothing, just moved his arms to grip either side of the sink behind him with his hands. Isaac simultaneously used one hand to tilt Jackson's head upward and ducked down enough for their lips to meet in a gentle kiss. He could feel the other teen remain tense next to him, but that only lasted several moments before Jackson relaxed again. Isaac pulled away with a small smile, and when Jackson opened his eyes, they faded back to their normal color.
Jackson was still angry, still wanted to go rip the head off of the kid in his class who had no idea what he was talking about; but, Isaac was right there, and very easily broken and the thought of accidentally hurting the other teen once again made it so that he could not even so much as think of shifting. Jackson let go of the sink to wrap both arms around Isaac's waist, pulling his boyfriend flush against his front. "What would I do without you?" he asked softly, a smile tugging on his lips as he spoke.
The other teen hummed a little, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Let's not find out, shall we?" He smiled when Jackson nodded in agreement before wrapping his arms around Jackson in turn, hugging him tightly. "Maybe we should think about switching schedule around so we're in all the same classes."
"Yeah? Sure you won't get sick of me?" Jackson's question was teasing, the tone in his voice light, but Isaac knew Jackson well enough by then to know there was an honest uncertainty there. They did live together, after all, and did not have much chance for time apart.
"Nah. Besides, I can always run over to Stiles' if I need to get away, which, y'know, isn't going to happen." Isaac wanted to be sure that Jackson was well aware of that fact. He knew that Jackson would not stop him if he did want to leave, and that was part of why he did not mind spending so much time with the other teen. Jackson respected him and wanted him to be happy; it was a good thing that Jackson was one of the things that did that. "We've got history last period, right?"
Jackson nodded a little, idly letting one of his hands rest on Isaac's back underneath his t-shirt, just taking comfort in feeling the other teen's warm skin against his own. He had never had that with someone before, a relationship where just being there next to them, knowing they were happy and healthy was enough. "Yeah."
Isaac gently squeezed the other teen, keeping his arms firmly around Jackson's torso. "Let's just go home," he suggested, with a nod of his own. "Talia said that she thinks you can, now; and, we can always go back to the Hale's if it's too much."
"Yeah, alright. Let's go home." Jackson stood there for another few moments, just holding Isaac close before he finally unwrapped his arms from the other teen, allowing him to step away. Isaac grabbed his hand while stepping back, linking their fingers together between them. Jackson picked up Isaac's backpack, making him smile softly as he unlocked the door and the two of them made their way into the hall as the bell signaling class change rang.
They did not say a word as they left the school, though once they were in the car, Isaac sent a quick text to their friends to let the others know that they were leaving. He did not want any of them to get the wrong idea and freak out or something. Jackson let Isaac pick the radio station, and he smiled a little when the curly-haired teen sang softly along with the song playing, probably forgetting that Jackson could actually hear him still. Both teens were glad that Jackson's parents weren't home when they got to the house a couple of minutes later; it just meant they had more time before being faced with the awkwardness of the lies given to explain their absence from the house.
Once inside the house, Isaac double and triple checked the locks (a habit that Jackson noticed but did not comment on) before turning to face Jackson with a smile. "So... shower or movie?" Isaac questioned, knowing that either one would be a great way at distracting Jackson from the day and what could have happened. Isaac liked to focus on the fact that Jackson did not hurt the other student; that was a good thing, in his opinion. He knew his boyfriend, however, and knew that Jackson would be dwelling on that almost for a while. Either way, warm showers or distracting movies were always great options to try to get his mind off of things.
"Either," Jackson replied with a shrug as he reached out to grab Isaac by the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him forward. The blue-eyed boy laughed softly as he followed the direction, and he wrapped his arms around Jackson's neck, one hand idly toying with the other teen's hair. "You pick."
"Me pick? Hmm... I-" Isaac cut off with a gasp and a laugh when Jackson suddenly picked him up, one hand underneath each of his thighs. He easily wrapped his legs around the other boy's waist and let Jackson carry him upstairs that way. Isaac still was not used to things like that. Sure, Jackson could have lifted him up before, but never that easily. Isaac was not exactly light. "Movie," Isaac finally answered when they were almost to the bedroom, nodding a little as he continued to run his fingers through the short hair on the back of Jackson's head. "Your pick for that, though." Isaac nodded with a grin before pressing a kiss to the corner of Jackson's mouth.
"Alright." Jackson nodded as he carried Isaac over to the bed and all but dropped the other teen on top of it (chuckling at the soft oof! From the other teen as he landed) before he went to grab his laptop and a random movie off of the shelf.
As he carried them over to the bed, he watched while Isaac tugged off his shoes and jeans ("What? I'm probably going to fall asleep, and I'm not sleeping in jeans," the other teen said.) with an amused smirk on his face. Jackson simply shook his head at the question and set aside the laptop before bending down enough to kiss his boyfriend again. Isaac smiled slightly into the kiss, reaching up with one hand to brush his fingers along Jackson's jawline absentmindedly. "What was that for?" he asked as Jackson broke the kiss, sitting down next to Isaac.
"Just for being here," replied Jackson as he opened the laptop and turned it on, almost surprised at how much he actually meant that. There for the longest time he had worried whether or not he would actually see Isaac again after the other teen had gone to his house; he'd worried that whatever was going on between them was not going to last. With everything that had happened, though, it slowly became clear to Jackson that Isaac was not planning on going anywhere. He was definitely okay with that.
Isaac smiled as he settled down onto the bed more, his head resting on one of the overly fluffy pillows. "Be careful, or I might just have enough ammo to prove to everyone you really are a sweetheart," Isaac teased, nudging the other teen with his elbow lightly. Jackson just smiled in response, though, as he finished setting up the movie.
It was some mindless action flick with too many explosions and too little clothing for Isaac's taste, but he knew the mind-numbingness of it was a quick way to help Jackson just forget everything else. So, he did not complain as Jackson set the laptop on the bedside table, turning it so they could see the screen from the bed, and turning the volume up. Instead, he just smiled at Jackson again when the other teen moved to lay behind him while they both faced the screen. Jackson's chin rested on Isaac's shoulder, arm around the other teen's middle while their joined hands rested against Isaac's stomach. They often ended up laying like that, and at some point, Jackson's leg would end up thrown over Isaac's as well, curling back underneath it in a way that kept Isaac pressed close to him. Isaac's favorite was the times he would end up asleep with his head on Jackson's chest, the other teen's fingers carding through his curly hair; but, that moment was not about him, it was about Jackson and comforting him.
Isaac let go of Jackson's hand after a few minutes, only to run his fingers repeatedly over Jackson's hand and arm, letting his boyfriend's hand rest on his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. He continued with it as the movie went on until he finally drifted off to sleep, feeling warm and safe in Jackson's arms. Jackson smiled faintly and pressed a kiss to Isaac's jaw, taking comfort in the fact that Isaac was right there and he was safe, and that he had not hurt that kid in class earlier. Everything was going to be alright, he told himself, closing his eyes as he stayed as close as possible to his boyfriend. "I love you, Zac," Jackson mumbled, despite the fact that Isaac was already asleep. Maybe with a little more time, he would be able to bring himself to say it while Isaac was awake.
"Hey, Stiles! Wait up," Derek called over the din of the hallway as he jogged to catch up with the other teen. Stiles stopped walking and turned to face him, waiting there until Derek caught up. "Can I ride over there with you? Cora's gotta get the kids and Allison needs the other car."
"Yeah, sure. C'mon," answered Stiles with a smile and a nod before jerking his head a little toward the doors that led to the parking lot. "So, uh, Scott only realized that he'd maybe interrupted you talking earlier in the class period after that."
Derek laughed a little, the sound almost seeming slightly embarrassed, though Stiles was not sure why. "That doesn't really surprise me. He was going on about Allison again."
Both teens laughed softly, but let the subject drop as they fell into a companionable silence that lasted the entire drive to the Stilinski-McCall home that was only broken by the sound of the radio playing softly. Still, neither one said anything until after they'd gone inside and sat down to work on their homework. Once again, Derek was perhaps too close for it to have been comfortable, but Stiles paid that no mind as they worked on the assignment from Harris. Derek's arm was practically around the slightly younger teen when they finished and Stiles idly tapped his pencil on the top of his textbook. "Earlier when you stopped me in the hall?" he said after a moment of quiet, keeping his focus on the textbook in front of him instead of looking over at Derek.
"Yeah?" Derek replied, setting aside his own book since the work was done. He watched Stiles carefully, trying to figure out just what the other boy was attempting to say. The fact that Stiles had not pulled away any seemed to be a good sign in his opinion, though. He only hoped that it continued.
"Were you trying to ask me to the dance?" Stiles fought the urge to flinch even as the words came out of his mouth, seriously hoping that Cora had not been attempting to humiliate him or something earlier, and that there was something to the events of the day.
Stiles' heart almost started to drop as Derek remained silent, but after a moment the other teen said, "What if I was?"
Stiles then let out a laugh that was more breath than sound, smiling faintly as he stilled his pencil but still did not look over at Derek. "Then, I'd be very ticked off that you let Scott..." He trailed off when Derek grabbed his chin and turned his face so that they were facing one another in order to lean in and kiss him on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, a barely-there brush of lips but Stiles still felt his breath catch at the action because, well, he found it difficult to believe that it actually happened.
"`Ve wanted to do that since I met you," admitted Derek quietly as he pulled away enough to look at the teen sitting next to him.
Stiles laughed softly, the sound filled with slight disbelief despite the smile on his face. "You should have; I would have been very on board with that idea." Stiles was a little surprised to find that he meant it, too. While he may not have really had a thing for Derek until after they started to get to know one another, he had always just wanted to kiss the other boy because Derek was that gorgeous. "You're not getting out of taking me to the dance, now, y'know." Stiles flashed a cheeky grin as Derek laughed softly with a shake of his head.
"Wouldn't want to." Stiles could not keep from smiling in more earnest at Derek's words and the fact that he seemed to mean it. He then grabbed the front of Derek's shirt to pull the other teen into another kiss, deeper that time but something still light and unassuming. If he spent the rest of the evening until his parents got home trading gentle kisses that practically made his toes curl with none other than Derek Hale, well that was his business and his business alone. Until he told Scott, anyway. And, if he spent the rest of his evening all smiles while trying to figure out just where they stood (going to the dance, yes; dating? who knew) only to find he did not care as long as Derek kissed him again, then that truly was no one's business but his own.
