Almost Is Never Enough (Sterek) *book one*

Chapter Thirteen

**A/N: So yeah I'm like going to end this soon so yeah thanks for reading! Sorry everyone but wattpad has done all three updates and apparently chapter twelve is too graphic and I'm sorry to say but it's written but won't appear to you! Even if you follow me. Again sorry. **

"What do I smell like?" I asked Derek. He looked at me in confusion, his brows furrowed. "I heard a wolf's mate smells different."

"Stiles get out." He said.

"Answer my question first." I said.

"Stiles!"

"Fine, but at least come to my game tonight." I said, opening the car door, the noise from Beacon Hills High infiltrating our solitary peacefulness.

"Why, you don't play?" He told me blatantly. I looked at him like the rude person he was.

"You're an ass." I said.

"There's Jackson." He asked me. I froze in my place, looking outside.

Just as he said that who else would come walking past in his very expensive clothes, spiked up hair, leaving his stupid little Porsche. He turned his head towards me but only for an instant before continuing. Lydia was chatting away with Allison and they looked at me and waved, smiling brightly.

"How do you know Jackson?" I asked once they were out of earshot.

"Go to class Stiles. I'll see you later okay?" He told me.

"What do you mean go to class? How do you know Jackson?!" I raised my voice, ignoring the glances from my fellow students. 

"Who doesn't know the infamous lacrosse captain?" He said nonchalantly.

"Co captain!" I said, furious at him. He looked confused at my anger as I walked out and closed the door. He rolled down the window and yelled after me.

"What the hell are you mad for?!" He yelled out. I threw my middle finger you behind me, not bothering to look at him as I stormed up the steps into the school.

I walked inside and looked at the cluster of people that I was becoming sine what familiar with because of my best friend. Scott looked at me, immediately catching on to my feelings. He asked me something but I was too annoyed to read his lips. I was to busy glaring at Jackson.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jackson asked me.

"Shut up Jackson." Scott said. I turned and walked off, hearing Scott's footfall behind me as he ran to catch up.

"Stiles, hey man calm down." Scott said, catching up with me. He grabbed my arm and turned me around, making me look at him. "What's wrong? What did Derek do?"

"How does he know Jackson?" I growled.

"What?"

"Jackson! How does Derek know that fucking asshole!? I mean yeah they're both kinda assholes but Derek wouldn't want anything to do with him? Would he? He loves me right? Right?!" I asked Scott, who looked completely overwhelmed. Scott placed his hands on my shoulder to get me to relax. I didn't even realize that I was breathing that hard. Was I hyperventilating?

"Breathe Stiles." Scott said, exhaling and inhaling slowly for me to follow his lead.  "What makes you think he knows Jackson?"

"Hmmm I don't know, it might be when he pointed Jackson out to me!" I said frustrated. Then a thought occurred to me.

"Holy fuck is Jackson and Derek sleeping together?! That bitch! I'll wrap Wolfsbane around my baseball bat and stick it up his wolfy ass!" I yelled by mistake. Everyone stopped to look at us and I couldn't control it.