The next day Stiles went to Derek's, skipping out on school. Peter was standing in front of one of the windows, looking out at Stiles from the top floor. "Your chew toy is here. You're really going to start affected that boy's education if you keep this up." Peter teased and looked over his shoulder at him but Derek was already heading down the steps.

"Stiles you should be at school." Derek said, coming though the doors right as Stiles started walking for them. He didn't stop walking either.

"I'll go there once I'm done here." Stiles said now standing in front of Derek. Derek grabbed him and dragged him back to the jeep. He pressed Stiles to it unsure of why the teenager was here, skipping school. Stiles arched his body against him and gave a dry unamused laugh. He reached up, taking the back of his head and kissed him. "Come and find me later, we could go get coffee or something." Stiles said.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Derek asked and Stiles nodded. He leaned back in, biting the top of his ear. He teased him, kissing him, biting his lip, but mostly avoiding give a straight forward answer. He could feel Stiles growing impatience, waiting desperately for him to give him a reply. "Fine, its a date then. Now hurry up and get to class before I drag you there myself." He treated no real intent behind the words, but he still sounded serious enough. Stiles kissed him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

He parted with him only to get short gasps of air. He ran his fingers though his hair, and grabbed the collar of the leather jacket he was wearing. "I sorta wanna continue from last night. You know before my dad...we can be quick...I can make it back in time for..."

"Stiles your dad will know if you skip. We can continue later." He said pulling away and turning his back to him. He walked back towards the house looking up at the window where his uncle stood. Peter was just smirking at the both of them, laughing quietly to himself. Stiles also looked up at the window and muttered under his breath about how creepy that guy was. He got into his jeep and was able to run into Scott at his locker. He didn't think that he would have missed the first class.

Scott was quiet, no talk about Allison, or sports, or anything, he was just quiet. It was strange, even though out of the two of them Stiles was usually the more talkative one. For Scott to have anything at all to say was just plain abnormal. "Hey is something wrong?" Stiles asked and Scott seemed to wake up from his trance, if only just a little bit.

"No...I'm fine." He said and closed his locker before walking with Stiles to his next class. A part of him wanted to tell him about what was really bugging him, he just didn't know how to say it. How was he suppose to tell Stiles about what happened, he felt so horrible about it and he didn't want Stiles to judge him or hate him for his actions. Last night, after Derek and Stiles made up and Derek went back home, Isaac came over and he had something he wanted to tell him.

Everything had just gone downhill from there and he couldn't find Isaac in order to apologize to him. He felt terrible about what he did. So in his next class he just sat there, zoned out of his mind thinking about how he could get Isaac to forgive him. He didn't even hear the teacher calling out his name.

At lunch Stiles began to pester him more about what was bugging him and Scott kept insisting that there was no problem. "Scott we've been friends for a real long time, whatever it is you can tell me, is it Allison? Did something happen between you two?" Stiles kept asking, Scott just wished he would leave it alone.

"Its not Allison! Please Stiles I don't want to talk about it right now, so drop it." He snapped. Stiles stared at him, just stared saying nothing, he was waiting for Scott to cave in and tell him. Scott stared back, he could feel his heart rate going up under the pressure. "Fine, just stop giving me that look." He said and broke eye contact.

He took a breath and clung to his lunch tray. Stiles stared at him waiting for him to start talking. "Scott are you going to tell me or not." He asked and Scott nodded taking another breath.

"Isaac came over last night...and he...told me that he liked me. I wasn't listening to him and he got frustrated so he kissed me. I freaked out and punched him." Scott confessed.

"Why did you do that?!" Stiles asked, shocked, and Scott covered his face.

"I don't know! I haven't see him all day, I wanted to apologize to him." Scott said, muffled into his hands. Stiles sighed and looked around the lunch room for Isaac, he saw Erica and Boyd at a table together, but there was no Isaac.

Meanwhile, Isaac was at Derek's. He was still in bed, face down into the pillow. Derek actually didn't know he was still there, Peter on the other hand did. He just welcomed himself into the room and sat down at the foot of the bed. "So do you plan on getting out of bed anytime soon? I'm hungry and you're the only one in this house who knows how to cook anything worth eating." Peter said.

Isaac moaned like he was dying. "I want you to know that I'm only getting out of bed because if I don't you'll hurt me then still make me cook for you. So I'm going to get out of bed, but that isn't going to stop me from sobbing to you." Isaac said and Peter shrugged his shoulders.

He walked into the kitchen, Peter leaned against the wall. "Well go on, start sobbing." He said and Isaac literally started to cry as he searched the cupboards and cabinets, gather anything he could use to prepare a meal. The tears rolled down his face in thick heavy flowing rivers, he made chocking sounds as he fought against the sobbing. He had that painful lump in his throat and that burning sensation though out his face. His nose started to run and he felt a pressure on his forehead. His heart in side his chest was broken and it was by far the worst pain he's ever had to deal with.

He would have been able to handle being rejected it was how Scott did it. He punched him, he actually hit him. He could feel Peter's eyes on him and knew the older man was judging him harshly, thinking he was just another weak pathetic kid. "Well when you said sobbing, this isn't really what I was picturing. But let it out."

"Let it out?" That was the last thing he thought that man would say to him. Isaac cried and cooked as he did so. He's had to cook while crying before so it was nothing new to him.

"Sometimes we all have to let our emotions show, even the ones we think make us look weak." Peter said and looked at Isaac. Sometimes he cried, he cried about the fire and the years he lost healing from it. Sometime he would think that if Derek would just cry about the things he was hiding and the things he felt like he was to blame for, then maybe he wouldn't feel so horrible about it. Everyone should be able to cry when they need to. Laugh when they want to and smile when they actually mean it. Only then will the happy expressions people wear will be the real deal.

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Already everyone I know this is kinda a cliff hanger. I big one but hey, you all will get more in part 2 Word for Word. Coming shortly.

Mr. Hot Topic has a girlfriend so I'm on the hunt for Mr. Right again. But I guess I should confess something to you guys. There is a guy I like, I've liked him for a few years now, but here's the problem his my brother's best friend. He's never shown and clear to read interested in me, but he finds me funny and we have the same sense of humor. I'm always super happy when he's around, but I know that I'll never do anything about it.

Why...because I don't want to ruin the friendship he has with my brother. What if he turns me down? Then it makes things awkward between him and my brother. Or he doesn't and let's say things go really really well. He could never talk to his best friend about sex, because it would be wrong then cause I'm his best friend's sister.

I hate life.