Torn.

Leap Of Faith.

" Jackson?" Stiles spoke softly suddenly. He began to fidget and play with his fingers. C'mon Stiles where'd all that confidence go. You're supposed to be making him blush, not the other way around.

"Yes? " The boy looked up through his lashes and Stiles swears it's the most adorable thing he had ever saw. He loved how he could bring out this soft side of Jackson, because let's face it, he was an ass to be everyone else. This makes the brown haired boy wonder if Jackson has liked him all this time. Maybe this could work.

"Uh would you like to go out on a date with me?" Their eyes met and he had to admit that the blonde had the most beautiful eyes ever. They were like a cool inviting oasis in a desert but if you crossed him the oasis froze over and they became cold and unforgiving. Stiles couldn't help but get lost in his blue orbs. He could stare into his eyes forever.

"Of course!" He beamed at Stiles happily and he looked like a kid that just got the present he had been pleading for all year long. The taller boy couldn't help the butterflies that seemed to be having a rave party in his stomach. He was going to be going a date with Jackson fucking Whittmore. This would be a unusual experience.

"Great I'll pick you up at 8. I know the perfect place." He leaned over and pecked the werewolf's cheek gently afraid that if he wasn't careful Jackson would fade away. That the moment would become nothing more than a dream. He would cherish all the little things because he finally had a chance at love. A chance at happiness after all he's been through. The moment was cut short when a timid voice came from behind them.

"Stiles..." He turned around to see a uncomfortable looking Derek. Shit.