Title: Love and Hate

Jackson was walking to class with Danny. This was one of the few classes they have together. Unfortunately, they also had the class with Stiles.

"So are you going to throw a party after the game on Friday?" Danny asked.

"Hm, I'm not sure, maybe." Jackson said, feeling tired of being the one to always throw the parties. Really right now he just felt like going to his room and sleeping for hours. He was glad this was the last period of the day.

They walked in sitting in their usual seats. The bell rang, and Stiles ran in panting a few minutes late.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Stilinski." The teacher stated.

"Yeah." Stiles said, out of breath and walking to his seat.

Stiles sat in the seat next to Jackson's a row over. Which Jackson of course hated.

Jackson looked over at Stiles fumbling through his bookbag, taking out a notebook and a pen. When he placed them on his desk, he looked over at Jackson and smiled.

Jackson turned his head back to the front of the class with a disgusted look on his face. What, was he supposse to smile back? Not going to happen.

Stiles slowly turned his head back around. That was more awkward then getting your high five or fist bump rejected.

Why did Jackson hate me so much? Stiles thought. He was a loveable guy. Smart, funny, enthusiastic, a quick thinker, and attractive.

Was he attractve? No had anwsered his question. He thought he was attractive. Anyone would be lucky to have him. Preferably Jackson in this case. Stiles secretly had a crush on the boy. Which made it even more depressing knowing how much he hated him.

Stiles, being Stiles decided that this was a perfect time as any to get some answers out of him. Right in the middle of class where no one was talking, so the teacher was bond to his 'whispers'.

"Hey, hey Jackson." Stiles said, leaning in Jackson's direction, nearly falling out of his chair.

Jackson hesitantly looked over at him. Meet his big brown eyes. Jackson loved brown eyes. Just not on Stiles. Although he did look kinda cute ... What was he thinking? He didn't like Stiles. That would wrong on so many levels. Stiles was not attractive. Well ...

"Do you find me attractive?" Stiles said.

"What." Jackson said a little too loud, nearly falling out of his own chair.

"Mr. Stilinski, Mr. Whittemore." The teacher said, giving a threating look. "I would thank you kindly not to disrupt my class anymore."

Stiles said back up right in his seat until the teacher turned back around. Then he proceeded to interogate Jackson.

"Well do you?" He asked.

Jackson gave him a once over. Stiles was feeling slightly uncomfortable being stared at.

Jackson opened his mouth to say something, but got cut off by the teacher.

"Mr. Stilinski and Mr. Whittemore, that is detention." He said sternly.

"But I ..." Jackson was cut off again.

"No butts Mr. Whittemore. Be here at three." The teacher said, gestering for them to continue their work.

Jackson huffed and slouched down in his seat.

Stiles looked back at Jackson with an apologetic look on his face. Jackson glared at Stiles. His face clearly saying 'I'm going to kill you'. Stiles swron sometimes he thought Jackson and Derek were related.

Danny looked back at Jackson shaking his head smiling, then turned back around.

Jackson walked to his locker with Danny.

"Hey Danny, can you tell coach I won't be at pratice today." Jackson asked getting his belongings from his locker.

"Yeah, coach is going to kill you when he finds out you had detention." Danny said.

"Yeah, well I gotta go unless I'll be late for dention." Jackson said, closing his locker.

"Okay, see you later." Danny said, hitting Jackson's shoulder.

Jackson turned and walked down the hall towards the detention room. He stopped infront of the door taking a deep breath before grabbing the door knob and turning it. He pushed open the door to see Stiles already there.

Stiles looked up at Jackson with a hopeful smile. Jackson glared and walked in the other directon to the back of the class. Stiles face fell, looking back at his hands on the desk.

Jackson decided he should get his homework done. Pulling it out and started reading.

Half way through it, he poundered on why he was even in detention. All because of stupid Stiles and his stupid question.

Of course he didn't find him attractive. What kind of question was that?

How could he ever like him? Stiles was annoying, overly hyper, sexy, clingy, wait a minute. Did I just call Stiles sexy?

How could he be sexy?

Jackson looked at him. Well he wasn't too disfortunate looking. Plus he had those amazingly cute brown eyes. What am I saying? Do I like Stiles. I didn't even know if liked him as a friend. I, I guess I do.

Stiles looked back at Jackson, catching him staring at him. He turned back around feeling Jackson's glare in his back.

Stiles breathed heavily. He wanted Jackson to want him. He needed him to need him. He may be quoting a song, but it was true. Stiles wanted Jackson to want him just as much as he wanted him.

So Stiles wasn't giving up. He would make Jackson love him no matter what it takes.

"I'm going to go get a snack. Behave yourselves." The detention teacher said. He walked to the door looking back giving them a stern look before walking out of the class.

Stiles took a deep breath then got up and walked over to where Jackson was sitting.

Jackson was doing his homework. Stiles slammed his hands down on the books making Jackson look up with a confused expression.

"What are you doing?" Jackson asked.

"Am I attractive to you are not." Stiles asked.

Jackson couldn't believe what he was hearing.

He was about to say no when he thought about it. Would that be a lie? I mean he was cute. Jackson decided to tell Stiles the truth. I mean after all that doesn't mean that he has to like him just because he thinks he is attractive.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I still don't like you." Jackson stated.

Hearing Jackson say that was a little discouraging. But stiles blew it off and continued with his plan.

"And why don't you like me?" Stiles asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Well ..." Jackson trailed off. Why didn't he like him?

"I, uh." Jackson stammed.

Stiles reached up and grabbed Jackson's face, pulling it to his. He kissed Jackson with everything he had.

Jackson was unresponsive. Too shocked at what was going on. Stiles was kissing him. He had to admit he was a good kisser.

Jackson slowly allowed himself to kiss Stiles back.

Stiles moved one hand to the back of Jackson's head playing with the ends of his hair, while the other moved to rest on his chest. Stiles pushed the desk out of the way and sat on Jackson's lap, a leg on either side of him.

Jackson rested his hands on Stiles hips, moving his right hand up and down the length of his side.

Stiles swepted his tounge over Jackson's lips, Jackson letting him in eagerly.

Stiles' mouth tasted like candy, Jackson thought. He moaned into the kiss as Stiles bit his bottom lip.

They heard the door knob turning, and Stiles got off of Jackson running back up to his desk. Jackskon pulled his desk back up to himself.

The teacher walked in and looked at the boys with suspicion.

"I trust you two behaved yourselves?" The teacher asked.

"Yeah, of course." Stiles said, looking back at Jackson smirking.

It was Thursday and Scott and Stiles were on their way to lunch.

"So why weren't you at practice yesterday?" Scott asked, as they walked into the lunch room.

"I had detention." Stiles said, as they were in line getting their food.

"Why, what did you do?" Scott said accusingly.

"Nothing, well ..." Stiles trailed off, sitting across from Scott at the lunch table.

"Well obviously you did." Scott said.

"I was just talking in class." Stiles admitted. He didn't have to give the whole story.

"Hmm." Scott looked at Stiles.

Jackson walked in with Lydia, Allison, and Danny. They got there food and sat a a table behind Stiles and Scott, to Scott's back. Jackson was talking and laughing with the group.

Scott was saying something that Stiles really wasn't paying attention to. He stared at Jackson remembering what happened yesterday. Jackson looked up at him and winked. Stiles heart skiped a beat.

"And thats when ..." Scott trailed off when he heard Stiles heart.

He followed his gaze and and turned around. He saw Jackson looking at Stiles. Scott took a deep breath. He could smell Stiles arousal. Scott was so confused.

"Jackson?" Scott asked looking back at Stiles.

Stiles looked at Scott when he heard Jackson's name.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"You like Jackson." Scott said accusingly.

"What, n no." Stiles stammered.

"I heard your heat beat. You just lied. You like Jackson." Scott said, a little loud.

"Shhh!" Stiles tried to hush Scott.

Scott smirked.

"Okay so maybe I do. What's the big deal?" Stiles said, playing with the food on his tray.

"Nothing, nothing." Scott said. "So how was detention?"

Stiles really wasn't prepared for that question. He figured since Scott already knew he liked him, he might as well tell him everything.

"Well ..." Stiles began.

"Hey can I talk to you?" Jackson asked.

"Um, sure." Stiles said.

They were in the back of the locker preparing for the game.

"So about what happened Wednesday ..." Jackson trailed off.

"Yes?" Stiles asked.

"I, well I guess I do like you." Jackson said.

"Really, like like me or like me?" Stiles asked.

Jackson chuckled. "Like like you."

"So I'm not annoying?" Stiles asked, raising his eyebrows.

"No, you definately are." Jackson said, Stiles face fell a little. "But its part of your charm."

Jackson got closer to Stiles, wrapping his arm around his waist. Stiles looked up at Jackson's smirking face. Looking from his eyes to his lips then back up to his eyes.

Jackson leaned down closing the distance between them. The kiss was soft and sweet. Full of love and passion.

They broke up when they heard someone clear their throat. Stiles and Jackson turned around and saw Danny standing there with a bewildered expression.

"Um, uh, coach says to g get out on the field." Danny said, shaking his head as if to clear it and turned to walk away.

Jackson and Stiles chuckled, Jackson turning back to Stiles. "We better get going."

"Yeah, but first." Stiles said, grabbing Jackson's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Hey guys!

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Wow, that was kinda long. Sorry about the not making sense. I don't even know what didn't make sense, but I feel like I did something wrong. So sorry.

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