DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TEEN WOLF!

A/N: This will contain boyXboy so if you're not into that sort of thing, please leave now. Rated M for sexual tendencies and language. Enjoy and have fun.

Treachery

I walked down the busy school halls reminiscing about the occurrences that had taken place a couple of days ago. Yesterday I didn't come out of my room since I was busy throwing up the life out of me. The whole entire Sunday was filled with misery and treachery.

"Why would I have sex with you?" was the only thing that kept on replying in my head. I thought I had caught the flu bug or something to account for my severe vomiting and my sudden urge for ice cream. I walked into class knowing I had to do a presentation and I hadn't finished it due to my aches.

"Mr. London please set up your things for your presentation." Ms. Rachael's announced as I gave out a deep exhale.

"I'm sorry Ms. R but I have been sick all Saturday and Sunday so I didn't get too finish the project." I stated hoping she'd just leave me with a warning.

She stared her big brown's towards me and crossed her arms around his bosom. "Really now, you're sick? What kind of sick do you have Daniel?" I could see she was irritated at this point.

"I was vomiting all through Saturday and Sunday, I literally was in my room all day." I pleaded as I glanced around the room to take in all the popular kids' chuckles and whispers.

"Well you get a 0."

I went to my seat and sat down and the day just seemed to get worst and worst. After English class was finished I went to Biology and accidentally mixed too much substance into the beaker and it caused a minor explosion of blue colouring onto my shirt. It was lunch time and I just sat at the 'losers' table where I was by my lonesome. I put my head face down onto the table and just closed my eyes hoping this was all a dream and I'd wake up at anytime now and everything would be fine and dandy.

I heard a tray slam onto the table as I looked up to see a smirking Stiles, "So I didn't get to see you on Sunday or Saturday, and I don't have your number so tell me did you and Jackson get it on." Stiles chuckled as he dipped his fries into his ketchup.

I scratched my neck as I confessed, "We had sex and in the morning Jackson didn't even know we had sex. Then he asked me in disbelief as to why would he ever have sex with me." I sighed as Stiles put down his water that he was chugging down his throat.

"You know after you and Jackson came back to the house, nobody saw Jackson after that, so after you two had sex you both stayed together for the whole night. So in other words Jackson didn't drink at all-" Stiles was yanked up from his back as Jackson looked at him deep into his eyes.

"We need to talk. RIGHT NOW!" Jackson pulled Stiles to the other end of the lunch room as Stiles gestured that he would be back later on to continue our conversation.

I just put my head down once again. This time I needed to throw up again. I quickly got out from the table and ran towards the boys washroom which was too far for me to make it so I make a detour to the front of the lunch room where Stiles and Jackson were standing talking. I put my face over the garbage can and began to throw-up phlegm. When I was finished I rose my teary eyed head to a shocked Stiles and Jackson.

"You okay?" Escaped Stiles' mouth as I nodded a no. "I'll take you to the nurse." Stiles offered which I declined not wanting to be a bother.

"It's okay, I'm going to just sign out and go home."

I didn't know what hurt more, the fact that Jackson hadn't asked if I was okay, or that he didn't even acknowledge the fact that I was in pain. Why would I ever be so happy to attend something thrown by such a vile and utter monster of a person. He didn't want me... he wanted some action and I was just their so he pounced on me the first chance he got. I was really naive and stupid to think that the likes of Jackson Whittemore would ever be in the slightest of intriguement by me.

I walked out the lunch room and straight to the nurse's office which she let me out in no time. I went out the back door of the school as I passed some stoners getting high, the athletes running laps on the track and I just took in how happy everyone was... Why couldn't I be happy?

I ran into the thick forest and just continued to run and run like I was being chased by an unseen force... that force being myself... my conscience... my inner demons. I had to stop because I needed to vomit again which ended up being on a beautiful rose that seemed to grow out of no one. I made that beautiful rose die and crumble. I braced my back against a tree as I slid down and onto my backside. I felt a sharp pain as I reached into my back pocket and pulled out the switch-blade.

This switch-blade has been the fine line between happy-times and sad-times in my life. When my mother died it helped me cope with the pain by going through the pain that she went through... Jackson wouldn't have noticed the marks on my arms and thigh due to his closed-minded horny adolescence archive. Those demons were slowly creeping back into my mind.

"What are you doing?" Shouted a tall lean built man. I fixated at his hurt blue eyes, pain was evident in them.

"Nothing." I simply responded as he made his way over to me.

"That doesn't look like nothing to me." The blue-eyed ruffled man spoke with a deep yet calming tone.

"Well beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so what might look like something to you might be a simply nothing to me." I shrugged.

"You sound really smart. For someone so smart why would you do something so dumb?" His words grazed my skin like sand paper on wood.

He knelt down beside me and looked at me into my eyes, "Give me the switch blade." I gulped as I hesitantly handed it over to him. I secretly wanted someone to take away that weapon from my hand.

"What's your name?" I asked as he smiled, showcasing his perfect smile, well it was perfect in my eyes.

"My name is Derek, Derek Hale. Yours." He retorted.

"Daniel London." I clenched my stomach as I needed to up-chuck once again.

Derek put a hand on my stomach and all in a instant the pain to vomit and the urge had melted away and the rough waters had entirely shifted to a sudden halt. I looked at him with amazement as his blue eyes were red now.

"What are you?" I asked.

Derek smirked and before I knew it I was in his arms being carried away.

Sorry it's so short, but next chapter will be long and you'll know the whole reasoning to the vomiting if you guys don't know it already! Enjoy! P.S more sexy things will happen later on don't worry!