Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One

39. A Rose For Stiles - Stisaac

Hey guys, this is just a fluff piece for Stisaac. I was thinking about making it into a pack mom Stiles series called "What To Expect When You're Not Expecting," but I am unsure.

Thank you to Elazul-Jumi for being an amazing friend and RP partner. A couple of paragraphs are from them! Our RP inspires this! Everyone, go check out his stuff!
AU: Season One is Senior Year instead of Freshman
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Stiles: 18
Isaac: 18
Derek: 23
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April 28th, 2014
11:02 AM
Stiles was powerwalking as he didn't want another tardy, he was barely graduating and that could change. When he turned around the corner where the class was, he saw Isaac still at his locker. Hearing the squeaky shoes of Stiles, he turned to look and softly smiled at him with a head nod. Stiles began to smile back and wave. Isaac and Stiles were friendly with each other; they had always had an unspoken crush on each-others. Stiles was out now, but Isaac feared what his father would do.

Stiles was several steps away from the class, but he was tackled into the janitor's closet.

"Jackson, what the fuck," Stiles said, smelling his Armani cologne that smelled like ass. Jackson had been a bit unpredictable lately, partly to do by Peter's nails digging into his neck. Stiles was a little freaked out if Jackson would beat him up like old times; he had grown a lot since then. He had to get out of the closet before things escalated, not only for his safety.

"What the fuck is wrong with your sociopath boyfriend?!"

"How many times do I have to tell you Scott is my best friend," Stiles groaned, trying to push him off of him.

"Not him, Derek Hale," He said, and Stiles widened his eyes and froze, "Yeah, that's right... I know about you two and you being pregnant. Your boyfriend tried to kill me yesterday," Jackson snapped; of all the people to save him, it was freaking McCall.

"Now, I don't know what the hell he was thinking, but just know that I do not like having my life threatened by a werewolf who had promised me the bite and instead tried to bite my throat and rip it apart!" Jackson snapped angrily as he pointed menacingly at Stiles.

"Jackson, I didn't know any of this... back away from me," Stiles stood up for himself and touched Jackson's neck, not feeling a bite. "If Derek wanted to kill you, he would have. He was probably trying to scare you," Stiles said, grabbing for the door, but Jackson gripped and pinned him against the wall. Stiles tried to call Scott, but he was too busy eavesdropping in on Allison. "Jackson, you don't want to fuck with me right now. I have a knife in my shoe, and I will finish Derek's job if you don't get it. off. of. me." Stiles snapped, and Jackson didn't move.

"Like I care..." Jackson was interrupted by the door being flung open. "Piss off, Lahey, this doesn't involve you," said Jackson frustrated at the sudden interruption of the other boy.

"I swear I'll hit you with it," Isaac said low. He was terrified of the rich boy; he had been terrorized by him as long as they had been neighbors. He kept trying to stand up for Stiles. Isaac tried not to stutter or tremble like usual when he was afraid. "Whittemore, I will hit you with this textbook if you don't leave Stiles alone," Isaac tried to stand up for someone. He hated bullies, and Jackson reminded him of his father. "It's really heavy, and I have a strong arm from baseball!"