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Scott sighed as he packed his lacrosse gear into his locker. The slam rattled in the empty air as he closed the door with just a little more force than necessary. He grabbed his shirt and went to pull it on when a voice made him jump. "Scott."
He turned around and smiled. "Hey, Isaac! I didn't think anyone else was here…"
The curly haired blond looked at the ground. "No one else is."
"Oh… Well, what's up?" Scott asked, pulling on his shirt. He missed the way his friend stared.
"I…"
He looked over at Isaac. Sure he was quiet, but this was new. "What's wrong?"
Isaac just walked over to him and ran into his chest, fingers locking into Scott's shirt as he sobbed. Not sure what to do, he just patted his friend's back.
The two stayed in that position for a few minutes, with Isaac crying messily and Scott rubbing between his shoulder blades. When Isaac pulled away, his eyes were bright red and he looked like an absolute wreck. He held Scott's gaze and leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the slightly shorter boy's lips.
Scott stepped back, surprised, and stopped Isaac from losing his balance as he teetered to his heels. He stared wide eyed at the boy then grabbed his backpack and ran from the locker room.
Scott sprinted until he reached the bike rack. He stopped, wheezing, and pulled his inhaler from the side pocket of his backpack, inhaling deeply as he pressed down on the cartridge.
"Hey, Scott, you okay?"
Scott whirled around and sighed in relief. It was his art teacher from last year, Mr. Stilinski. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied.
"You look like you saw a ghost," Mr. Stilinski said as he rummaged through his messenger bag. He pulled out something small and held it out for Scott to take.
"It's a butterscotch."
Scott just looked at his teacher, but took the candy.
"Whenever I've had a bad day, I've found candy works wonders," he explained knowingly as Scott pocketed the yellow candy.
"Isaac kissed me."
Mr. Stilinski looked up from his bag. "Isaac Lahey?"
Scott nodded.
The teacher exhaled loudly then took off his bag and sat on the curb that separated the sidewalk from the parking lot. He patted the spot next to him, signaling for Scott to sit down. When he did, Mr. Stilinski asked "Was it a romantic kiss or a friend kiss?" As an after thought, he added "Before you say anything, friend kisses between males do exist."
Scott laughed quietly then said "A romantic kiss. On the lips."
"Okay. I'm gonna ask you something and I don't mean for this to offend you if it does. Do you think there's a possibility that you could be gay?"
Scott shrugged, watching a snail slowly slid its way to the curb.
"Did you like the kiss?"
Scott just shrugged again.
"Okay," Mr. Stilinski said, gently punching Scott's shoulder. "You're gonna have to help me out here."
"I don't know!" Scott said, frustruated. "I mean, I like Isaac and everything, but I… I don't want things to get weird."
"Have you ever been attracted to boys before?"
Scott shrugged, adding before his teacher could complain "I mean, I guess. I danced with Danny at the dance last year and it was… nice?"
"Okay. I think you might be bi-curious. But what I'm saying isn't set in stone here, so don't make any big decisions right now, okay? Is there any possibility of talking to your dad about it?" Mr. Stilinski asked.
"No. I don't want him to be disappointed. He's always asking if there're any girls I'm interested in, and I… I just don't want to let him down."
"Scott, your dad will love you no matter what. Do you want me to say something to him about it?"
The teen was quiet for a few moments. Slowly, he nodded.
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"Hey, kiddo, how was practice?"
"Fine," Scott mumbled as he ran up to his room. He didn't feel like talking to his dad. About an hour later, he heard gentle footsteps coming upstairs. A knock at the door warned him before his dad popped his head in. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern deep in his voice.
"Yeah."
"I know you're lying, Scott."
"It was just a long day," he said, not rolling over to face his father.
"Scott," his dad said, talking a step in. "What's wrong?"
Scott sat up and glared at his father, yelling "I'm not allowed to have a bad day?!"
"Don't you raise your voice at me! I'm just trying to be supportive!" his dad yelled back, eyes flashing red as his control slipped.
"Well, stop trying so hard!"
His dad roared and slammed the door shut. Even Scott could here the wood crack, it was shut with such force. A few seconds later, Scott heard the basement door slam shut and his fathers raging footsteps down into his weight room. That's where he went when his wolf was taking control. Neither of the kids were allowed in the basement, and neither desired to go down there. A roar shook the house.
A few minutes later, quick footsteps came upstairs and Erica burst into his room, looking smug. "What did you do?!"
"Nothing."
"Derek's freaking out down there."
"Let him."
"Scotty…" Erica walked over and sat down on the edge of his bed, face softening. "Are you okay?"
He smiled and ran his fingers over her soft blond hair. "Yeah, sis. It was just… a rough day."
The phone rang loudly, interrupting their nice moment. Their dad roared at the noise and Erica ran downstairs to get it, not wanting it to ring again. Scott followed her and got an apple from the fridge as she answered.
"Hello?"
"No, he's… not feeling quite like himself." That was their generic answer for whenever someone asked for their dad when he was in one of his moods.
"Mr. Stilinski? It's Erica."
"Yeah, I'm Scott's sister."
There was a loud smash and Erica and Scott both looked at eachother.
Mr. Stilinski must have asked what that was, because she said "…Our cat. So, why are you calling, again?"
Erica smirked over at Scott as Mr. Stilinski prattled on over the other end. "Is he in trouble?"
Her face visibly dropped at the 'no'. Scott smiled as she asked "Not even a little?"
"…Fine. I'll tell him you called."
About half an hour later, Scott and Erica looked at each other as they heard footsteps slowly coming up the basement stairs. Scott had decided to start dinner after Mr. Stilinski had called. The door slowly creaked opened and Derek came through, avoiding eye contact with either of his children.
Erica was never good with silence. "Hey, Derek."
"Hi."
Erica looked from Derek to Scott and back again. "This is awkward."
Both men looked at Erica.
She just shrugged and went outside.
Scott focused back on dinner. "Have a nice workout session?"
"Scott, I'm-"
"Dad, it's okay. I'm sorry, too."
Derek walked over to his son and wrapped his arms around him. Scott turned around and hugged his father back.
When they broke apart, Derek sighed. "So, what's for dinner?"
"Mac and Cheese and hot dogs. Erica wanted me to cut them into the little squids, so I did." Sure enough, there were eight little squids frying in the pan.
Derek just chuckled and shook his head. "Thanks for starting dinner, I'll take it from here," he said, moving in front of the stove. He stirred the noodles that were cooking and asked "So, who was on the phone?"
"Oh, um…" Scott trailed off.
"Scott?"
"It was my teacher."
"Why is your teacher calling me?" Derek asked, hoping he hadn't gotten in trouble already. Scott had a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Scott chose his next words carefully, knowing his dad would know if he lied. "There was something he wanted to talk to you about."
"Nothing bad, I hope."
"Well, it depends on how you stand on certain issues…"
"Your circumlocution isn't going to work on me." Scott just looked at him like he had grown a second head. "I'll call him back."
After dinner, where Erica happily chomped the heads off the little hot dog squids, Derek looked at the piece of paper that said: Mr. Stilinski- 572-3883, as Erica actually did the dishes instead of conning Scott into doing them. "Erica, how do you pronounce this guy's name, again?"
"Still-in-ski, Derek!"
"Oh, okay."
Derek dialed the number and waited a ring before a frantic kid picked up. "Sorry, Dad, I completely forgot to call you back!"
Derek looked at the number and asked "Is this five-seven-two three-eight-eight-three?"
"Uh… yeah. Who is this?"
"This is Derek Hale, Scott McCall's guardian."
"Oh, holy crap! Oh god, I meant uh, hello, Mr. Hale, I'm Stiles Stilinski, Scott's art teacher!"
"Hello."
"Was there something you needed?"
"I don't know, Mr. Stilinski, you called me."
"I called-yeah, I did call you!"
"Well?"
"Um, you know Scott, right? Well, of course you do, he's your son. So, I was talking to him after school and something happened, but I wanted to talk to you about it. Are you free after school tomorrow, well, for you it'd be after work… unless you're in school, are you in school? Not like, high school, but college?"
Derek was stunned silent.
"Are you there?"
"Yes, Mr. Stilinski. I'm here. After work sounds fine."
"Oh, cool! Wait, Kitty, no! Kitty, no, that's my pot pie! Sorry, I've gotta go!"
The dial-up tone rang in Derek's ear as the kid hung up. Derek hung up the house phone and stared at it. What the hell was that…?
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