Mind over Matter

I'm to Hot, Hot Damn!

The school day was drawing to a close and Stiles had decided it was officially the worst day of his entire life. Scott wasn't there, he got detention, he continuously ran into things, he knocked Lydia over in the hallway, and worst of all the entire school thought he was gay. He doesn't even remember how that had happened.

People just kept asking and telling him that he could have just said so instead of stealing the coaches bullhorn and getting up on a table in the cafeteria and announcing it. Stiles doesn't remember doing such a thing at all. The whole day had just be shit.

He slammed his locker shut, not even taking notice of the missing flower. In his anger he ignored everyone who tried talking to him. He heard a snickering as he crossed the parking lot and just then he came face to face with hard concrete.

Fuck! That hurt. He groaned and pushed himself up enough to roll over onto his back. A silhouette loomed over him.

"Walk much Stilinski"

Stiles let out another groan. Whhhy?! The God's were obviously against him. He huffed out a sigh and pushed himself to his feet. His knees protested but he ignored them.

"What do you want Jackson?" he bit out. The blonde just watched him with a smirk as the smaller boy dusted himself off.

"Just wanted to see if you were alright."

Bullshit. Stiles thought and hitched his bag up onto his shoulder.

"What do you really want?" He asked wincing as his talking stretched and opened the cut on his face from the impact.

Your demise. Jackson's inner evil growled. "Just wanted to make sure you don't fuck up at Fridays game. You should probably just stay on the bench this time. Let someone who actually knows what their doing play, yeah." Jackson grinned at the flash of anger in the shorters eyes.

"Fuck you Jackson"

"Only in you dreams Stilinski" He chirped and walked past him to his car.

Stiles growled and mocked Jackson in a much higher and child like voice. "Only in your dreams Stilinski, yeah well your a dumbfuck" Stiles growled out of earshot. His anger subsiding as he climbed into his jeep.

He put it in reverse and backed out of his space. It had been two minutes and it was already to quiet for him, so he turned on the radio. He pulled out of the parking lot and looked both ways before pulling onto the road.

A few songs later Up Town Funk came on. He wiggled in his seat as it began. The boy just grinned and tapped his fingers.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He sang along.

This is that ice cold Micheal Phiefer,
that white gold,
this one for them hood girls
them good girls
Straight master people's

He turned it up more and started to do more chair dancing dance moves. He didn't pay much attention to the Porsche following behind him or much of the road at all.

-------(Jackson)-------

The Jeep in front of him swerved a bit as the boy inside did awkward and jerky dance moves. Jackson just huffed out a labored breath. This kid is going to hurt someone or get pulled- a grin spread across his face.

Or he could get pulled over. There was an echo of an evil chuckle in his mind. He was going insane with the fact that he could control another being.

Jackson sped up only a little. Faster. He thought. The jeep swerved but then picked up a bit of speed. Faster. The jeep jerked but began to go faster. Jackson glanced at the speed limit. He laughed to himself. Faster. Stiles was now leaving Jackson in the dust.