Blissful Sin

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Okay so remember how I told Scott I'd see him at school? Well yeah, what I really meant was that I would be at school but I will try my best to avoid him even though it's virtually impossible since we have nearly every class together.

But hey! Everything in life is worth a shot, especially if it saves you from the embarrassment of remembering how hard you're best friend makes you. Or how wild you're heart starts to beat when you're around them.

I must be an idiot.

"Stiles!" Mr. Harrison is yelling at me, his hands on my desk.

"Yes?" I sound irritated but that's mostly due to the fact that Scott is right next to me and I lost my contacts so I have to wear glasses that make me look utterly ridiculous.

"I've been calling you for a minute straight. Go up to the board and answer question number 23." His breaths stinks, putting me in an even worse mood.

"But I didn't raise my hand. I wasn't even paying attention."

"Well too bad." He snaps at me and you know what? Stiles is fucking tired of everyone's shit today.

"Excuse me?" My expression is far from joking, I didn't sleep well last night and my eyes hurt from the glasses and Scott is being a problem so nothing right now is funny.

"You may be excused." He snarls. What the hell is his problem?

I look him head on, pack my stuff and say, "Well, thank you for giving me permission."

I get up and walk straight out the door, bumping into a very shocked Lydia and a stunned Jackson.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had the guts to pull off a stunt like that." Jackson laughs.

I suck in a deep breath and try to smile at him, "I'm not in the mood today." And almost immediately, Jackson's smiles drop and a look of understanding spreads on him. Lydia puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles encouragingly. It only makes me feel worse.

So I nod and leave, finding myself in the library with a book about werewolves in my hand. This is normal for me, even before Scott turned, I had always been a fan of reading about supernatural stuff. So I'm not doing anything out of the ordinary, well if you count skipping class as ordinary that is.

"What you doing there buddy?" Danny asks, looking down at me from where he stood.

"Oh me? I'm taking a bath right now, how about you?" The sarcasm is unnecessary but I feel better now, more normal.

"I'm on a mission called 'What is a Stiles?'" He smirks and takes a seat next to me.

"Haha soooo funny."

The book I have in my hands is extremely interesting, but the fact that Danny is willingly talking and sitting down with me is even more. He's just sitting there without a book in the library, looking at everything and everywhere but at me.

I sign and look around the library to catch Lydia peeking at us from behind a bookshelf while Scott was behind a beanbag. I'm pretty sure that if I keep looking I'd find the others somewhere inside here but I'm too lazy to keep looking.

"Sooo..." I say, closing my book and looking up at him.

"Which one of them sent you?" When I say this, Danny visibly deflates, tension gone from his shoulders.

"Jackson sent me." He said, shrugging.

"Oh? I was not expecting that." He smiles at me and says,

"Jackson is actually a huge teddy bear, especially to people that have helped him in someway or another." He looks at me smirks.

I nod and he pulls out a sheet of paper, writes on it, and hands it to me.

Is this your first time liking another guy?

Something in me wants to cry and tell him to go away. But other part of me, the majority, just wants to laugh and thank him for trying. I do none of them, instead I smile and shake my head no. Then I write-

Sucks being so obvious about it.

He gives me a small smile and writes-

Well, I actually had no idea. I'm sure the pack only knows because of their heightened senses. And if it makes you feel better, Scott doesn't really know what's going on. He thinks there's something wrong but that's about it.

Signing again, I muster a small smile and say, "Good, this shouldn't spill over. It'll go away sooner or later." He raises an eyebrow and says,

"Dude... This isn't going away. Not if you push all your problems away."

"Well personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it ends up going away." He laughs and writes,

Liking dick isn't going away.

I laugh, who knew Danny was such a sarcastic asshole? I'm loving it.

I don't think it's dick. I think it's Scott, it's always been Scott.

Again, I didn't know how true that was until I wrote it and it hurt so fucking bad. My eyes water and I force a smile to hide them but that just makes them slip out and Danny looks at me with the saddest eyes.

"Thanks." I say, the crippling smile still on my face, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He nods and I walk out, making sure to sign out the book I was reading before hand. No one stopped me from leaving until I got in my car. Scott gets in the passenger seat. I look at him and don't even have the strength to tell him to leave. I can't tell him to go away when he looks so sad, when it's not his fault.

"Stiles, buddy please just tell me what's going on?" I put the car in reverse and move out of the parking lot.

I'm not going to tell him, not today. I'm just going to try to get things to a semi normal relationship again. Try to undo what has to be one of the biggest taboos in history.

"Not today Scotty. Today we sit in front of my tv and play video games until our fingers fall off." Because who am I kidding? Ignoring him hurts more than ignoring my feelings.

"Okay." I can feel his eyes on mine, feel them burning into me with questions I'm not going to answer.

I'm such a fucking idiot.