Wow, I'm glad you guys like my story. I'm really excited to see how this second chapter goes. Thank you everyone, really!

Warning: Slash, male pairings. Jackson/Scott, Derek/Stiles. AU (no werewolves)

Chapter 2: Kissing

"How nice of you to finally join the class Mr. Whitmore," the snarky voice of Jackson's Chemistry teacher, Mr. Harris, greeted, as Jackson came shuffling in..

"I was busy," was the sharp remark he got in return.

"Oh, we're going to have a wonderful year aren't we Mr. Whitmore. If you're not too busy," hands flying wildly, "then perhaps you can take a seat right behind Mr. McCall, if it's not too much to ask."

A glare was the only answer he received and Jackson stomped forward, glaring at Scott from the corner of his eye. With a huff, he plopped down into his seat like a sack of potatoes hitting the ground. He kicked his let out, clipping the bottom of Scott's chair.

"Quit it won't you," Scott turned around, eyes narrowed. It was obvious to Jackson he was still upset about what had took place earlier that day.

"Or what McCall, gonna call your gang of fairies to protect you," he drawled back, the corners of his mouth rising as he listened to the harsh breathings that he elicited from Scott's mouth.

"Mr. McCall pay attention," Mr. Harris yelled from the front of the room, snapping his textbook shut with a crack. "I know from previous teachers that you especially need to pay attention in class, unless you've already memorized this entire textbook."

Scott turned around, cheeks flushed red, as the rest of the class broke out into laughter. Some much more louder than others.

"Ha," Jackson laughed, learning towards Scott's ear, "I think I'm going to like sitting back here." But Scott didn't respond, not wanting to give his tormentor the satisfaction.

Class resumed and it was pretty much uneventful, until a knock on the stop stopped Mr. Harris' droning about nuclear reactions.

The door opened and Principal Drew came in, right behind him a girl, a hot one at that.

"Students," Principal Drew began, "this is Allison Argent, joining us from California." With nothing more to say, he left, leaving Allison to shyly wave and smile wearily at her classmates.

"Ms. Argent if you could please sit next to Mr. McCall, McCall raise your hand… McCall," Mr. Harris repeated, but Scott was too mesmerized to repeat.

"McCall are you deaf," Mr. Harris repeated, "raise your hand."

Flushing yet again, Scott raised his hand and watched as Allison walked over, tucking a wisp of brown hair behind her ears. She gave him a shy smile and began digging around her bag for a pen to take notes with.

"Damn," she mumbled softly. Looking up, she saw Scott leaning forward with a pen.

"Thanks," she said, smiling at him once more.

"No problem."

Jackson watched the two, his nose scrunched up and his lips set into a fierce scowl.

'Great,' he thought, "if they hook up, I'm going to have to watch all this mush. To be honest I don't think I'll be able to stomach this.'

"Hey McCall, instead of making moony eyes at the new girl why don't you pay attention to the board?"

"Leave me alone Jackson."

"What? Am I making you mad? Awww, sorry pal, but I'm just helping you out. She's way out of your league," Jackson whispered.

He leaned forward to continue egging Scott on, but as he was leaning forward Scott turned around. The sudden intake of breaths had a sleepy Stiles glance up and look around.

"Whaaa," he mumbled, wiping the drool of his mouth, "No way," he whispered, awestruck.

Before his eye, his best friend since diapers, was lip-locked with the jackass, just smooching.

"Whoa Scott, I didn't know you batted for the same team," he joked, laughing, as he whipped out his phone to snap a picture.

Click.

The click of the phone had Scott pulling away from Jackson, wide-eyed. He wiped his mouth to get the taste of Jackson of his lips, yet it remained red, and slightly swollen.

"Did you just take a picture Stiles?"

"Mmhmm," Stiles answered, not paying that much attention, "Okay, sent."

"Who did you send it too," Scott asked becoming more frantic.

"Who else would I send it to," Stiles shrugged, giving Scott a 'are you kidding me look', "I sent it to Derek of course man."

Scott fell forward with a thump. "Why? Why? Why?" he groaned, slamming his head onto his desk with each thump. He glanced to the side to see Allison bent over her desk, her hair hiding her face from him.

'Oh great, I totally blew any chance I had with her,' he thought, groaning some more. 'My first kiss, stolen from that bastard.'

Scott turned half-way, glancing at Jackson covertly. Jackson had a dazed look on his face, running his fingers over his lips, deep in thought.

'What the hell could he be thinking about,' Scott wondered, but a sudden whack against the chalkboard nearly had him falling out his seat, startled.

"If everyone can remember that there is a class going on and that the period hasn't ended, so if everyone could turn their eyes up front instead of the newly developing couple in the back, maybe you might learn something," Mr. Harris said.

The class became quiet, all waiting for the shrill bell to dismiss them. No sooner had they thought it, the bell rung and the only sound heard was all the students grabbing their things and running out.

Jackson got up, purposely, bumping into Scott's shoulder.

"See you at Lacrosse practice McCall," he said, smirking down on the shorter boy. He puckered his lips at Scott and gave him a wink, his smirk widening when Scott, yet again flushed.

"Ha," he laughed, throwing his head back, "I didn't know you were interested in me at all McCall."

"I'm not," but Jackson ignored him. "I'm not," Scott repeated again.

He stood there watching the taller boy walk away, watching how people moved out of his way so that he could move through. That was the thing with Jackson, he commanded and demanded respect and everyone knew better than to get in his way.

A hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, and Scott flinched away, instinctively moving away. Turning around he glanced into twinkling brown eyes and a wide grin.

'Oh god,' Scott thought, 'here we go.'

"So," Stiles began, "When we're you going to tell me you were attracted to Jackson, huh?"

"I'm not."

"So you just kiss everyone you don't like?"

"Get bent, Stiles."

"Oh I do, every night with my man-,"

"Mr. Stilinski, I'm not at all interested to know what you do every night, so please don't tell me," Mr. Harris said, glaring at the said teen.

Nearly tripping over air, Stiles looked around not seeing his best friend anywhere.

"Oh… sorry Mr. Harris."

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