You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have
You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad
You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have
Scott was in the front seat beside Stiles, Isaac was in the backseat of the Jeep as they drove towards Lydia's house. Stiles was excited about going to a party, one of Lydia's epic parties; even though Jackson had texted him and told him, they should keep their distance in public just so no one questioned anything. Stiles texted him back that he couldn't kiss Lydia where he could see them, which Jackson agreed. It would be hard for both to keep their promises, but neither one told the other that. Stiles put the car in park in the driveway, Scott got out and let Isaac out and Stiles followed suit with a bright smile on his face as they made their way to the house.
"I wish we could get drunk." Said, Isaac, as they made their way towards the door, Stiles chuckled.
"Well, lucky for me. I am still human and I can get as drunk as I want. Sucks for you though, but hey, you can hear bears shitting in the woods from 5 miles away with your special hearing." Joked Stiles, getting a roll of eyes from Isaac and a chuckle from Scott as they opened the door and music filled Stiles ears for the first time. It made him question just how soundproof this house had to be. Scott and Isaac broke away and towards Derek who was standing in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest, Stiles wasn't even sure why he had come; he hated parties. He figured that Derek was supposed to be the bouncer or something, which made sense. Stiles moved through the crowd towards the kitchen doing a little move with his shoulders, he picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it into the red cup less than halfway, then mixed in some Coke. The liquid filled the cup almost to the brim when he felt a tap on his shoulders. He smiled thinking it was Jackson, but when he turned around, he saw his dad's deputy, Parrish, standing there out of uniform and smiling.
"I didn't expect to see you, Stiles. Does your dad know?" asked Jordan with a chuckle and Stiles tipped his glass to him.
"Yep and he gave me permission to drink underage too." Said Stiles, causing a chuckle to escape Jordan's lips.
"Don't worry, I will not rat you out or arrest anyone. I am here because that Lydia girl saw me getting gas and said I should come. Something about my cheekbones or something." Said Jordan shrugging, taking a sip of his own dark liquid, Stiles followed and did the same, making a face at the taste and having a memory of Jackson for a quick moment. He looked around hoping to see the other, but the crowd blocked his view in every direction.
"Thanks, Jordan. I am going to the living room, want to come?" asked Stiles, Jordan nodded. They moved through the sea of people, Stiles taking another sip as he scanned the room. Isaac was talking to Derek, Scott was dancing with Kira, and Jackson and Lydia were nowhere to be found; causing a frown to show up on his features.
"Everything ok?" asked Jordan leaning into his ear, knowing it was the only way Stiles could hear him in the loud room, Stiles turned towards him and nodded.
"Yeah, I am fine. Was just looking for a friend." Said Stiles, Jordan nodded.
"Did you want to dance?" asked Jordan, Stiles eyes went wide. The question hung in the air like a bad smell for Stiles why did Jordan just asked him if he wanted to dance? Did Jordan have some kind of way of knowing Stiles liked guys? "Oh, shit, I shouldn't have asked that. That was dumb."
"Why would you even ask me that?"
"I thought you were into guys, but now I rethink that time I saw you looking at a picture of a shirtless guy on your phone. Hey, let's forget I asked." Said Jordan, taking a long sip of his drink, Stiles did the same. That he had been careless once and Jordan knew his secret frightened him.
"Tell no one, like at all, please." Said Stiles, Jordan nodded.
"I wouldn't do that, Stiles. I shouldn't have even asked. I figured you weren't out yet since your dad has said nothing or has a gay pride flag on his desk. Cause something about him strikes me as him becoming the over supportive dad." Said Jordan chuckling, Stiles did the same. There was truth to that. John was always supportive of Stiles in everything he did. He came to all the lacrosse games even though Stiles hardly got off the bench.
"Thank you and you are probably right, though I feel like he would hang one outside our house as well, I am not sure I am ready for that."
"Point taken." Said Jordan, Stiles chuckled as he looked pass Jordan and that's when he saw Jackson, though he wished he hadn't seen him at that moment. Lydia was sitting on his lap, their lips connected in a heated kiss. Jackson's hands just above her ass, people cheering around them. Stiles' face fell at that moment, as the jealousy and anger surged within his body. He put the red cup to his lips and downed the rest of his drink. Jordan watched Stiles curiously, everything about the other changed at the moment. He didn't look happy anymore, and he wondered what shifted. He was about to ask when Stiles spoke.
"Dance with me." Said Stiles grabbing the drink out of Jordan's hand, downing it as well. Jordan watched curiously, he wasn't even sure what was going on at the moment, but Stiles dragged him more into the room. The song playing was some remix of a Britney Spears song, one that Stiles had danced to before in his room. If Jackson would break one of their rules, then Stiles would not play nice either. The whiskey surging in his bloodstream, mixing with the whiskey wasn't a good combination at this moment. He moved his body against Jordan's, who wrapped his arm around Stiles back. Stiles wasn't sure what he was doing, but he didn't care. The only thing on his mind at the moment was that Jackson was kissing Lydia, and he wanted to do something with someone to show Jackson how much it hurt.
"People are staring." Said Jordan as he looked around the room, people were talking to each other and he could hear buzzwords of "Stiles" and "Gay".
"People are always talking, Jordan." Said Stiles with a smirk as he moved his body more, the whiskey was hitting him hard now and fast. He looked around the room and caught Scott's eye for a moment, it was moving between him and Jordan like he was watching an intense tennis match, Kira looked confused as well, Stiles just shrugged and kept dancing.
Jackson pushed Lydia off of him, she was drunk and kept kissing him. He would keep pushing her away. Finally, he moved her to the chair beside them as he stood up and scanned the room. He hadn't seen Stiles come in yet, he was looking towards the middle of the room, when a couple blocked his path already in conversation.
"I mean, Stiles being gay isn't that big of a shock." Said the girl, causing Jackson to whip his head to her, biting the inside of his cheek as he moved to them.
"Who said, Stilinski is gay?" Jackson asked, masking the fear in his mind someone had found them out.
"Maybe the fact he is dancing with a guy and they are all over each other." Said the guy, turning his head over his shoulder to look. Jackson saw Stiles dancing with the guy, jealousy surged through his body. The guy was older than them and he wasn't sure how he had even got in the party. Jackson pushed passed the couple, stalking his way towards Stiles and Jordan, he put his hand on Stiles' shoulder and whipped him around to see him. He could smell the alcohol on his breath, arousal seeping from Stiles' pores which pissed Jackson off he turned towards Jordan.
"Who the fuck are you?" asked Jackson, causing Jordan to raise a curious brow.
"Jordan Parrish, Who the fuck are you?" asked Jordan.
"Oh, Jordan. This is Jackson. Jackson this is Jordan, "said Stiles before laughing loudly, "your names both start with a J, how funny."
"Yeah, real fucking comical, Stilinski. Come with me, I will get you some water." Said Jackson putting his arm around Stiles, Jordan grabbed Jackson's arm, Jackson could feel his wolf responding and from across the room, Derek could sense it.
"I can take care of him, we don't need your help." Said Jordan, Jackson looked at the hand on his arm and looked into Jordan's eyes.
"Move the hand before I break it." Growled Jackson, as Derek moved to them.
"Jackson, take Stiles to a bedroom and sober him up, "Derek said before looking to Jordan, "You work with the sheriff right?"
"Yeah, Deputy Parrish." Said Jordan as he watched Jackson and Stiles move out of the room, Jackson grabbed a bottle of water off the island in the kitchen as he leads Stiles to an empty bedroom and placed him on the bed. Stiles' head was spinning as he sat on the edge of the bed, he watched Jackson move.
"I was just dancing." Said Stiles as Jackson pushed the bottle of water in his hand, the top already off.
"Drink it," said Jackson as he moved away, he closed his eyes to do the breathing Derek had taught them to calm them when they felt their wolf coming out. Once he was sure it was down, he turned to Stiles. "Why were you dancing with him? People were talking about you being gay."
"Then let them talk, Jackson. Why were you kissing, Lydia? I asked you not to, and you did it, anyway." Said Stiles closing his eyes, the room was spinning, and it was causing him to feel sick.
"She was drunk and kept kissing me Stiles, I didn't initiate anything with her tonight."
"Well, you were having your fun, and I was having mine."
"What were you going to do with him? Kiss him? Fuck him?" asked Jackson as he moved towards the bed, he could smell the other on Stiles and that pissed him off even more. He pulled Stiles to him and did nothing, but he wanted his scent on the other.
"I was just dancing, Jackson. That's all I was doing. He works with my dad." Said, Stiles, as he took another sip of the water. Jackson sighed and kept his arms around Stiles. He never thought Stiles would do anything with someone else, he thought Stiles would always be his, but he knew he had no right to tell Stiles he couldn't do things with other people since he was still sleeping with Lydia from time to time.
"Seeing it, I didn't like that."
"Good, now you know how it feels when I have to watch you and Lydia." Said Stiles softly as he peeled the label off the water bottle.
"Well it fucking sucks, Stilinski." Said Jackson in a whisper as Stiles looked at him. Seeing Stiles with someone else worried him, but people talking about Stiles' sexuality worried him even more. It felt like things were about to come out in the open and Jackson knew he wasn't ready for that yet, but he also knew he didn't want to see Stiles with anyone else. Stiles leaned forward and Jackson did the same, their lips met. Jackson could taste the whiskey there, it seemed like Stiles had a lot of it but Stiles' familiar taste was there too, the taste he got lost in. He wouldn't go past kissing Stiles in his current condition, he deepened the kiss. He was so lost at the moment he didn't hear the footsteps coming towards the bedroom. The door to the bedroom opened, without either one of them hearing it, but they both heard the voice.
"Holy shit."