Thursday morning Stiles awoke with one goal in mind, find Jackson. He didn't want Jackson to feel like he was avoiding him or anything Wednesday had just been a horrible day and not finding Jackson at night had just been the cherry on the cake. But today he would hunt Jackson down and tell him how amazing he was and ask him out on another date, maybe something more romantic, private…

Stiles got ready for school absent mindedly, he didn't notice his dad waiting for him in the kitchen until he called his name, startling him.

"Son, can you come in here there's something I'd like to talk to you about," Stiles just nodded and sat at the kitchen table across from his father, "…okay, I know that your…problem? Identity crisis…what do I call it?"

"Dad please…don't call it anything just…get on with it,"

"Okay, well I know that a certain boy at your school caught your eye and made you realize something about yourself…well I was talking to one someone I know, a therapist, and they suggested that maybe it would be good for you to not focus on one relationship right now since your still uncertain about yourself. She thought it'd be good for you to date around a bit and find out what you like an don't-"

"Dad I already know what I like an-"

"I don't want to know, just do it okay. I don't want you rushing into something your unfamiliar with," Stiles' father left no room for argument. Stiles was angry as hell, his father had gone to some psycho bitch and told her about his life, his private life. He didn't want to date anyone else, all he wanted was Jackson. But his father insisted and made it a requirement if Stiles ever wanted to have a social life again.

Stiles didn't know what to do. On the one hand he could almost see the logic in what his father wanted, it would help him get used to the idea as himself being gay. But he didn't want to date around when he could have Jackson, amazing beautiful Jackson.

Stiles' drive to school with his father was an awkward one, he didn't want to talk anymore. His dad had developed an ability to say all the wrong things with the best of intentions. But the more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense, he liked Jackson, like really liked, but he was still getting used to the idea of himself as gay. There was a voice in the back of his head that kept telling him that maybe he wasn't, maybe it was just Jackson, and for some reason he wanted to cling to the idea of himself as not gay.

When they got to school Stiles pulled his gym bag out of the trunk and walked through the school to the locker rooms. He had taken all his work out and practice clothes home to wash, they desperately needed it, and he wanted to stuff them in his team locker before classes started. As he walked he looked around himself and wondered who the hell else he could ask out. There really weren't that many gay people at school. He realized this was perfect. He could keep his promise to his dad and ask someone else out because no one else would say yes…right? The only gay people at school were Danny, himself, and maybe Jackson…

As he exited the main building into the back part of the school he saw Matt, one of Danny's friends, the one with the camera. He would be perfect, cute but not overly so, friendly, but most importantly straight. Everyone knew he had the biggest crush on Allison so he would obviously say no. Stiles made his way across the crowd of students and planted himself directly in front of Matt who looked up at him from his camera. They both just stared at each other.

"Is there something you want…"

"What! Oh yea, well I was wondering if you were busy today, like after school,"

"Not really why…"

"Well I wanted to know if you wanted to go out on a date with me," there Stiles did it, he asked another guy out, his father could-

"Sure, yea that sounds kind of nice, where did you want to go?"

"…what…I mean yea I-I-I don't know, how about Amy's Café…"

"Okay sure how about we meet there sometime around six?"

"Sure…"

"Alright see you there man," said Matt walking away with a huge smirk on his face. All Stiles could think was 'What-The-Actual-Fuck.' He couldn't believe stupid Matt actually said yes, the bastard was supposed to say no!

Stiles just walked towards the locker room not believing his freaking luck, how was it when he wanted someone to ask him out, like Lydia, they never did. But when he desperately wanted them to say no they fucking said yes. This was bullshit. Stiles crammed his bag into his locker and slammed it shut. Suddenly someone grabbed him from behind and roared. Stiles screamed, no he yelled, a manly yell, and punched around until someone wrapped their arms around him. He could hear a loud raucous laughter over the sound of his heart in his ears. He breathed hard and looked up and it was Jackson. Jackson, what the fuck was he going to tell Jackson, 'Hey I wanted to experiment around a bit, I know I said I wanted you as a boyfriend but could you maybe wait like a year or two while I get my shit together,' hell no he couldn't say that.

Instead he pushed Jackson's arms away, he felt like the biggest asshole in the world having him hold him with the that happy look on his face. Jackson asked him where he was on Wednesday and Stiles told him the truth, but all he wanted to do was run. He was an asshole and he was going to cheat on his boyfriend literally the second day and he couldn't stand seeing Jackson look at him with affection he didn't deserve. So he avoided him, all day. At lunch Stiles hid in the library, from there he could see out into the field and the bleachers and watched Jackson eat alone. He turned away from the window and finished his own lunch.

After school, Stiles didn't want to put in all the effort he had with Jackson for their first date, it was a one time thing and he was going to let Matt know that. He just did his homework as he waited for time to pass. At five, he called his dad and told him he had a date and needed a ride, being the person to force this on Stiles his father had to drop what he was doing and give Stiles a ride, his son's form of payback.

Stiles was early, he ordered a hot chocolate and a blueberry scone and found a booth near the back away from the windows. As he waited, guilt began to run circles around in his head and it nearly drove him out the door and back to his house but before he could get up Matt walked into the shop. He had gone home and changed and dressed up in a shirt and blazer, a poor imitation of Jackson's outfit two days ago. Instead of mentioning this Stiles simply waved Matt over.

"Hey man sorry I'm late I had to get a ride from my mom," he said blushing slightly as he slide into the booth across from Stiles.

"Its okay man, my dad dropped me off,"

"Wow, your dad knows and is okay with this…"

"Yea this was actually his idea," there Stiles put it out there, now Matt knew that it wasn't actually his idea to ask him out.

"So is this your parents way of proving to themselves that their children are actually straight, by you know, forcing them into a gay date,"

"What do you mean?" Stiles was confused

"Dude my mom totally told me that her therapist told her that I needed to date other guys if I wanted to get comfortable with my sexuality,"

"Why?" Stiles couldn't believe this, he thought that Matt at least that he was cute, the bastard just said yes to shut his parents up.

"Well I was pissed off at them so I came out as a way to get back at them,"

"Dude that's really fucked up, you came out just to piss your parents off…"

This was so stupid. It was what he wanted but damn was it hard on the old self esteem…the little he had left. Instead they just ate their pastries and drank their drinks as the implications of what Matt said settled over them.

"Well I could be gay you know," said Matt breaking the super awkward silence.

"Oh yea," said Stiles sarcastically, he never realized Matt was so full of shit.

"Of course, I've never actually been with a guy so who knows I might like it,"

"Dude you're so full of shit," Stiles could not believe what an ass Matt was. Every time he opened his mouth he just got worse and worse.

"Why don't we experiment, why don't we kiss. If I like it then maybe I'm gay, and maybe it could help you know for sure if you are,"

"…maybe," Stiles felt like an idiot agreeing to this. Actually, he knew he was being a fucking fool for this. But maybe it could help him…maybe. "Fine, let's do this"

Matt slide out of his side of the booth and sat next to Stiles he turned in his seat and kissed Stiles firmly on the lips. It was the most pathetic kiss of Stiles' short life, just a short press of flesh, Jackson had made the same kiss seem so erotic.

"That was pathetic," said Stiles as he wrapped an arm around Matt's head and then frenched him as hard as he could. He wanted Matt to regret ever thinking this was a good idea, he wanted to teach them that coming out wasn't a weapon to be used against parents. But Matt fought back and deepened the kiss and soon both of them were fighting over control of the kiss. It was wet and sloppy and, Stiles hated to admit it, but also a little hot. They pulled away panting and neither knew what to say. The night wasn't going the way it was supposed to for either of them and now Stiles was kind of horny.

"Wow, impressive," said Danny standing in front of the booth scarring the shit out of the two boys. They both blushed furiously and tried to calm their shot nerves.

"Yea well that was fun but I have to go, thanks for curing my gayness Stiles, who knew that a kiss from you could turn a gay guy straight huh,"

"Fuck you," said Stiles as Matt walked out the café. Matt was the worst person he had ever met.

"Dude what was that about, I thought you had like a crush on him," asked Danny.

"What, no. Matt is the biggest douche I've ever had the displeasure of meeting,"

"Yea that totally explains why you were tongue fucking the shit out of him," "Matt was trying to get back at his parents by telling them he was gay and I was trying to get him back by doing the gayest thing I could think of," it had made sense in his mind, now it just sounded stupid as hell. He couldn't believe he had done that in public. He took a quick glance around the café but no one seemed to have noticed.

"What are you doing here anyways," asked Stiles wondering how he could have been so unlucky to have had someone from school catch him.

"I was hanging out with Jackson-"

"What!"

"Yea, I'm trying to get him to forgive me for being a bad friend. It was a bit weird today but maybe one day…any ways we totally saw you sucking face."

"Where…where's Jackson,"

"He said he had to go and left to meet up with someone,"

"So he saw that huh," Stiles couldn't believe his fucking luck, why did he have to do this, why did he ever think this was a good idea, why was he the stupidest person he knew. There was no going back.

He walked home trying to clear his head but it did absolutely nothing for him. When he got home his dad was waiting for him in the kitchen but Stiles just ignored him and climbed the stairs to his room locked the door and fell onto his bed. He slept.

On Friday he knew he had some explaining to do and Jackson probably didn't want to hear it. It didn't matter, Jackson never showed up. Stiles didn't know what to do. He ditched his class after lunch and just spent his time in the team locker room. He laid down on a bench in front of his locker and just let his disappointment seep deep into his bones.

"Stiles," someone scared him awake. His back and neck hurt like a bitch and his mouth was dry as hell. Scott was looking down at him with a worried expression on his face. Stiles just tried to stretch the muscles that clenched up in his neck.

"What time is it," asked Stiles getting off the bench and reaching for his stuff.

"It's a little past four, we don't have practice today. Coach Finstock cancelled it…Listen Stiles…I think its time we finally talked about…me being a bad friend," Stiles was shocked that Scott even thought he had to apologize let alone admit to himself that he had been being a bad friend.

"Oh," was all Stiles said, he decided he was going to let Scott the all the work here. He really wasn't sure how he felt anymore all he knew was that he was tired of being alone and needed a friend now more than ever.

"Okay…I know I've been ignoring you and I know I haven't been there for you when you needed me and I guess I just want to say I'm sorry."

"Is…is that it…"

"Yea…" said Scott, they both just stared at each other not knowing what else to do. The past few months had been tense between them and the past two weeks they hadn't even talked to each other. Neither knew how to be friends again.

"Need a ride home?" Asked Scott instead and Stiles agreed. He gathered his stuff together and made his way to the front of the school where Scott's mom was waiting for them. She asked if Stiles was going home with them and Stiles, not wanting to be alone, said yes.

That night he came out to Scott, who took it as well as any person. He told him about his date with "a boy" and how the same boy had caught him basically cheating, sort of, they hadn't said anything official, hadn't promised to do anything other than their one date, but Stiles desperately wanted it and asked Scott what he thought. Scott thought he was fucked.

Saturday morning he had breakfast with Scott and his mom, she made chocolate chip pancakes. They were good, fluffy and thick and drowned in syrup the way Stiles liked. They talked about non important things like school and lacrosse until Scott's mom left. Then Scott told him about how him and Lydia had been trying to train themselves without Derek, they wanted to see if they could learn to control the wolf without him but quickly found out they couldn't when Lydia nearly gutted Scott by accident. Stiles told him that he had been hanging out with Jackson on and off. Scott sounded a bit resigned when he asked Stiles what he was like. Stiles told him the truth, talked about how he was different, how they wouldn't recognize him if they just talked to him and then chastised Scott for being so mean to him. Scott didn't defend himself, he knew he was being unfair with Jackson, especially about the pack thing. He knew how important it could be having a person be there for them, to help them through the change, Scott had had Stiles and Jackson had no one.

They decided to spend the rest of the day hanging out at a nearby park. He called Allison who promised to bring a picnic along. Lydia said she'd bring her pretty self. It was fun and reminiscent of days just few months past when things hadn't become as strained, Stiles missed it, but was happy.

Later that night Stiles' dad brought his jeep home. It had had a lot wrong with it, a lot of small things on top of some pretty big things and had cost a lot of money. Stiles said he'd get a job and help pay for it but his dad told him he wanted Stiles to just focus on school now while he could.

Stiles decided to go find Jackson, he wanted to just get it over with, whatever it was, whatever would happen. But Jackson's car wasn't in the drive way of his home. Instead Stiles just aimlessly drove around town until he got tired. He went home and slept.

Sunday morning his father asked him how his date went and Stiles answered by getting up and leaving. He didn't come home for the rest of the day. He just hiked through the woods and after a few hours he realized where Jackson was and it pissed him off. Who else would Jackson go to, he only knew two fucking people. Obviously he went to Derek's.

A/N- I wanted to take some time and thank people who have reviewed, they are great motivation. I also wanted to thank people for reading. My uploads have slowed down a bit but keep in mind that my chapters are actually long. This fic is longer than I thought it was going to be so I hope you people are ready for it.