One Night

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Stiles dropped his bag into an out pushed chair at the dinner table and chewed the inside of his bottom lip ruthlessly. He sighed seeing his father either freshly or, hopefully, still dressed in his work clothes. Although both were horrible in the boys mind, his father working so late, or his father getting home and seeing Derek, that is, he still chewed his lip till he tasted iron and it stung.

"Hey kid," Noah started groggily, turning with a cup of coffee and last nights dinner, which stiles had left in the microwave, in hand. The teen felt relief flood through his body, a shaking sweat that was once building on his forehead drying.

"Morning dad," stiles started still carful. "just get home?" Noah nods.

"Quite litarally, 20 minutes ago. Got the coffee running and heated up dinner- or breakfast. Was about to go check on you."

Stiles nods bowing his head, another spike of pure anxiety and flooding relief taking over him. "Thanks. But Im just about to head off to school."

"Alright kid- love you, be safe and have a good day." The sheriff smiles and softly pats the teens shoulder as he starts out of the kitchen, toward the hall his room sits at the end of.

    "Yeah, I love you too." Stiles smiles back and snatched his backpack, grumbling as he knows he'll reek of Derek to the wolves that day at school.

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    "Stalinski." Jackson's voice rattles the teens bran, he stops beside stiles and stares him down.

    "What do you need now Jackson." Stiles snarked in return.

"I want to know why you reek of that alpha bitch." Jackson pulled on the other teens arm and slammed him to the lockers.

"Ow.." stiles groaned gripping one of the lockers best he could to try and stop the throbbing in his head.

"You reek of Derek, his scent is all over you and it is appalling. What are you and him doing?" Jackson growled.

"Why do you fucking care." Stiles snaps and shoves Jackson back, the asshole stumbles and quickly pushes back. Stiles shoves off Jackson and steps off the lockers.

"For one, he's my alpha, I don't need you fucking him." Stiles groaned at the idea.

"Yeah, no thanks." He snarled back before Jackson shoved him again.

"Two, how much of a target do you think smelling like Derek makes you." The asshole crossed his arms and looked away. His words making it obvious he cared. "We need you alive, you're like the brain to the pack."

"Aww, that's sweet. Oh no wait, don't say you like me now Jackson. After years of bullying?"

Jackson sneered and flashed his bright blue eyes at the teen. He leaned back and clenched his jaw with a fierce aggression.

"Fuck you stalinski, I don't like you, matter of fact I just barely don't hate you. But at least I owe you the least of keeping your ass safe."