Sorry, I meant to iterate that all of the events in this story happened in the tv show. It just happened a little differently and in an alternate universe. This isn't the Flash, and I don't plan to make a multiverse, but these are not the same characters and timeline as the tv show. Okay, now that I have author-splained Alternate Universes, enjoy the chapter ?.

P.S. I know Scott is an asshole in this fic. I am going off of his personality in Season One. Also, Surprise, Early Chapter

March 16th, 2012
7:46 PM

It's been four days since Stiles claimed Scott, Derek, Isaac, and Boyd. Scott hadn't let Stiles out of sight, which meant when Allison came to visit, Stiles would have to be in the same room. Scott told Allison that Stiles accidentally claimed him as a mate. He left out what he did to solidify their bond. She has been watching him like a hawk, not making any moves on Scott.

"Stilinski! Take those damn sunglasses off! You look like a dumbass," Coach Finstock shouted into Stiles' ear as he walked by them. The wolves' eye color change didn't matter. There was a mist around them that distracted away from them if they ever wolf out in front of a human.

"But," Stiles said, but he was interrupted by whistle-blowing. He muttered curse words as he opened his locker and threw his glasses in, slamming the door behind them.

"Don't worry about anyone noticing your eyes," Scott assured him.

"Yeah, people don't pay much attention to you, to begin with," Allison said, not realizing how bad that sounded, "you know what I meant," She said when Stiles glared at her.

"Why are you talking to us? You're already putting him in danger after the stunt you pulled the other day," Stiles whispered with enough venom for Scott to tell him to chill with his eyes.

"Excuse me if I am having a little trouble excepting that you claimed my boyfriend,"

"You won't have a boyfriend if your Psychotic Grandfather finds out what he is," Stiles hissed, stomping down the hall. Stiles hated being jealous and pointing his finger, but the reason Scott was so late to rescue him Thursday was Allison. He expected Scott to have some self-preservation, but since Allison had broken their ban from talking in the halls, he wanted to talk to her. They planned a weekend trip a couple of towns away, but just as they were out of town, Scott heard Isaac's roar. Stiles heard the Janitor's Door open as he passed it, regretting his lack of care in walking by them when he felt a hand at his collar pull him into the small room.

"You slut," Lydia smirked up at him, and he blushed wide-eyed, "how did it feel?"

"What?"

"Since when are you having sex with Scott?" She said like it was obvious

"What?" he still tried to play coy, but he saw that Lydia saw right through it. "What? Don't tell me you can tell when someone's virginity is murdered..." Stiles crossed his arms, not liking the look of glee Lydia was giving him. "Aren't you supposed to be Allison's best friend?"

"Yes, but I am your best friend too. Can't a girl live her life like a reality tv show?"

"You are so messed up..."

"You never answered my question," Lydia pointed out, and Stiles looked at her, confused.

"Did it feel good? I have never tried anal,"

"No, it was agonizing... until he took my pain away," he blushed, not wanting to talk about this with Lydia, "Besides... it wasn't really what I was expecting to be my first time,"

"Why is that? Did he not freshen up down there? I have always thought of him as being uncut,"

"Lydia, shut up," Stiles groaned. She finally got him to explain everything to her before the bell rang. "Do you want to skip?" She asked when she realized how serious it was. Stiles began to tell her why he couldn't leave because he was close to failing Senior Year along with Scott. He was interrupted by Scott opening the door. Lydia sucked her lips as she slipped out. Stiles tried to slip out behind her, but Scott tugged him as he closed the door.

"Do you remember what to do if you see them?" Scott asked, referring to the Betas. He had slowly stewed over the weekend as he realized everything Scott said about them was right.

"Don't talk to them? How could I forget?" Stiles muttered and then looked at Scott's face. He looked like a kicked puppy. "What?" Stiles crossed his arms.

"Our first time... you wish you could take it back, don't you?" Scott asked. He had overheard Stiles telling Lydia. Stiles didn't assume Scott wouldn't hear them, but he didn't expect this response. "I know it was out of nowhere... and I couldn't control my wolf, but I wouldn't take it-"

"Scott, you don't get to do that to me," Stiles balled his fist together, steam practically coming out of his ears. "You don't get to make me feel bad about what I told Lydia; you know I have been in love with you since elementary school. Of course, I would take it back, or at least I would take back you telling me, 'don't tell Allison,'"

"I said that?" Scott asked

"Yes, you said that right after you wrecked my asshole with your knot,"

"It healed..." Scott said, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder, "Okay... I know you are mad at me, and it will get better, I promise... but I need to ask you a favor," Scott said, voluntarily digging himself deeper. "Allison knows I have to solidify us claiming each other with knotting and marking you... I told her I marked you, but she said I could still turn savage if I don't knot you at least once a year after tonight."

"Okay... so you told her?" Stiles asked, knowing it wasn't going to be the case.

"No... She said she would be okay with it," Scott said, and Stiles raised an eyebrow, "If we didn't kiss... and if it wasn't long or romantic... and if she watches."

"What?!" Stiles yelped

"Stiles, please... I know it isn't ideal, but this is the only way we can be together," Scott said without much sympathy for Stiles. Since Stiles knew his mate, his wolf expected him to obey him. "I know you hate Allison, but please just do this for me,"

"I always do things just for you... I risked the trust from my father. I am failing school, so I can help you save people. I was willing to kill myself to get rid of the Nogitsune before he killed you." Stiles' eyes glassed up. Scott widened his eyes, realizing how much he had hurt Stiles. "I don't hate Allison. I don't trust her... She turns on us with a snap of a finger, and don't think you won't be at the end of her crossbow one day," Stiles stormed out of the closet. Allison was waiting outside to make sure they didn't do anything. She returned his glare even though she didn't hear anything. Stiles opened the door to the homeroom and slammed the door behind him.

"Hey, don't slam the door," Greenburg said. Mrs. Blake had stepped out for a minute. He was the Teacher's pet.

"I'll slam whatever I want," Stiles snapped, and the class erupted in laughter. He was taking the last seat but stopped in front of Jackson. He half-expected him not to be there. One, because he had let his name slip to Isaac, and Two, because he hadn't attended class for a couple of days. He knew Jackson wasn't in control, but he hadn't prepared himself to see him after the other day. He took his seat, the guy next to him stood up, and he saw Isaac was threatening him with his eyes to move seats.

"Why didn't you tell Derek?" Stiles whispered. The only reason Jackson was still alive only could be Isaac didn't blab at Derek. "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything..." Isaac said. Stiles looked to his other side, and Erica kicked another student out of their seat.

"He wants to fuck you so he doesn't turn into a homicidal killer like Derek's Uncle," she said. "So does Boyd, and you're going to go through with it."

"Yeah? And who's going to make me?" Stiles asked, and Erica's eyes glowed yellow.

"Shut up, Erica," Isaac muttered. He heard that Mrs. Blake was coming down the hall. "Yes, if you don't help us, we will turn savage... but has Scott told you what will happen to you if we don't claim you?". Stiles raised his eyebrows for the answer, but the Teacher came in.

"What happens?" Stiles asked as the Teacher started her lesson, Isaac began to tell him, but the Teacher cleared her throat.

"Isaac, Stiles... is theresomething you would like to share with the class?" Mrs. Blake asked, and thetwo of them shook their heads

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