Blissful Sin

T R U T H

S T I L E S : 05

Remember how I said I would talk to Deaton tomorrow? Well, what I meant was that I would talk to him the next time I got enough courage to actually speak to him. It's been almost a week since the scrimmage and I have yet to even look at Scott.

This seems to have been making things worse though, at least that's what Liam has been trying to tell me for the past several hours.

"Dude! He's been in a terrible mood. Yesterday he nearly broke Greg's clavicle! You gotta do something this is a huge problem you know!? I'm sure that if you-"

"Liam. I get it already stop screaming at me. I'll talk to Deaton okay?" He looks relieved as he pushes me towards the school door, urging me to go now.

"I didn't mean now! It's ten o'clock on a Tuesday and we're still in school you dumbass." He pushes me even harder and says-

"You need to go now or you'll never go." And even though it pisses me off, I have to agree.

That's the only reason I'm currently walking out the door and hoping into my Jeep. The only reason I'm going to speak with Deaton.

I guess this problem isn't going away unless I actually do something about.

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"So tell me Stiles, what have you really come here for?" These where the only words Deaton has said since the moment I stepped in.

Apparently, to get the man to actually respond to me all I have to do is either bring Scott with me or annoy him to death.

Today, I chose the latter.

"I think there's something wrong with Scott." The words came out before I knew it.

Deaton turned around to look at me, his eyes squinting as if trying to decipher me. There's an awkward moment as he stares at me but then he smiles and motions for me to follow him to the back room.

I want to mention the fact he was being a fucking weirdo but I don't. Whatever is going on with Scott, Deaton must have already picked up on, and if he deems it appropriate to smile in this kind of situation then maybe I shouldn't be too worried.

Besides, I shouldn't be surprised by all the knowledge Deaton seems to have at this point.

When we get there, he tells me to sit down and asks me to explain everything that's going on. I do so, probably exaggerating certain details and dropping a few jokes here and there when things get weird.

For the most part, he listens to me quietly, allowing me to babble on and on and simply soaking in all the information I'm giving.

"It is quite peculiar, if I'm being honest. The truth is, I have a feeling that I know exactly what's going on, however that is not something I think I'm allowed to expose." His mouth is pressed into a tight line as he tries to remain void of any emotions and that just pisses me off.

"W-wha- What the hell!? What do you mean you can't tell me what's going on! How am I supposed to deal with this shi-" He interrupts me before I can go full blown insane on his stupid ass.

"Stiles, I can't tell you what's going on with Scott but I can tell you what's happening to you." I pause.

What's going on with me?

Ohhhhh- sneaky bastard.

A smirk replaces the frown on my face and I relax some. I might not know the whole truth today but with whatever information he gives me now, I'll be able to put the pieces together all by myself.

"Have you been feeling irritable?" He asks this as if he already knows the answer.

"Yeah, possibly.... to the point of homicide." I try making light of the situation but really, lately I find myself purposefully enticing Jared into puking all over anyone who even glances at me the wrong way.

Deaton scuffs, as if he already knows it's not a joke.

"How about health wise? Any random bouts of intense and dizzying heats? Almost like you've caught a fever."

I think back to just the other night where I couldn't stop shaking, my breath coming in and out in ragged huffs of air, my body feeling like it was on fire. All I could think about was Scott.

"Yes."

"And during those sessions, is Scott the person you can't stop thinking about?" Deaton looks almost embarrassed when he says this but it really makes me feel worse.

My face burns and I don't even respond. It's not like he doesn't already know the answer to that.

"So tell me, how long have you been in love with Scott?" His smile in genuine but so is my anxiety- which is spiking right now- so that's not really helpful.

I clear my throat, weighing the options I have at hand, and came to the realization that there is nothing I gain from lying to him.

"I- well I guess it started a really long time ago. Maybe since we first met, which was about ten years ago, and it just kept growing until I couldn't ignore it anymore...

You know, I had no idea my dumbass was in love with him until like a week ago but it seems like the whole world had known about it for ages." Deaton signs, he looks the other way and then says.

"Stiles, I don't think.... well, I believe that it's only those close to you who know. Just the pack, no one else is really aware of anything.

And as for the bouts of heat. They won't go away until you and Scott... uh... resolve the issue. Everything you've been feeling is natural and don't be afraid to let Scott bite you. There's no harm in it while he's in his human or halfway form." I nod, trying not to seem as pathetic as I feel.

"Also, I would recommend having him bite somewhere you can easily hide it from others." Deaton adds.

I nod again, no longer in the mood to make jokes.

"Look Stiles, this process will be a bit difficult for the both of you to adjust to. Maybe because when you have spent every moment for the last ten years trying to push something away...  denying it, lying about it... it becomes a pretty powerful habit." I look at him, almost shocked to hear him being so gentle about this.

"Just, let things happen. Don't fight against it, it'll only make things worse." And with that being said, I thanked him and left.