Hey Guys! This one was one of the large ones I've been working on for a long time. I already uploaded it on A03, but forgot to upload it here D: Sorry. Whelp, here ya go! I'll upload the next chapter later .

"I think I'm being stalked."

Scott turned to his best friend and stared at him confusingly.

"What makes you think you're being stalked?" he asked Stiles as he packed his books up and heads for his next period.

"Well, the fact that I can't shake the feeling of being watched every day, gut feeling and I trust my gut."

"Maybe it's just a stomach ache?" He offered as he turns a hall.

"I don't do sickness." Stiles said to him. "You of all people know that."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Maybe you're just over thinking things? Maybe it's just Derek being creepy again."

"Dude, seriously, if I thought it was Derek; I would've gone to him about it. Besides, he stopped doing that after the pack finally formed and things finally settled down here."

Scott sighed. "—Stiles, why are you telling me this? Your dad's the sheriff; he could take care of your problem easier."

Well that was hurtful. "The reason why I asked you was because I didn't want my dad to know. He'll make me stay at home or have an officer be with me all day." Stiles groaned. "I don't want that at all, especially with furry business going on. C'mon, I'm going to the super market today. You can follow me in there and see if it's a threat or not, though seriously, if someone is stalking you it's a threat. What if it's another creature that go bump in the night and perhaps daytime as well?"

"If it were, we would be on it don't you think? I'll help you some other time. I'm sorry, it's just that Allison and I are finally talking normal again and I don't want to ruin another chance with her." Scott smiled at the thought of her. The bell rang through the halls and the students scurried off to class. "We'll talk later, and if it's really bothering you, ask someone from the pack to help!" Scott hollered to him as he runs off down the hall to his class, leaving Stiles alone.

Stiles sighed heavily. Scott was no help at all, especially when it's something about Allison.

Well…maybe he was just overthinking things. Beacon Hills, after all, is somewhat of a small town.

He did tend to blow things out of proportion sometimes (even though it saves their ass more than half of the time) though still, that feeling just wouldn't go away.

He can't go to sleep peacefully either. He couldn't get much sleep at all.

Wait.

Maybe that's the problem. He wasn't getting enough sleep and it was messing with his head. Overthinking things that could pose as a threat was normal since he was now involved in the supernatural aspect of the world.

"Crap!" Stiles snapped out of his thoughts. He was seriously late for class. Stiles cursed as he jogged toward his next class.

As gym came around, they had class outside, where the coach made them do laps the whole period. Scott, as usual, goes with Allison and bonded with her a lot. Stiles was just overall exhausted after jogging the first half of the period and decided to walk the rest, as everyone else. That was when the feeling came back again.

Stiles looked around, trying to spot something wrong, something odd, but didn't see anything. He looked into the forest to see if it actually was Derek being a total creep again, but saw nothing. The forest surrounding was too thick to look into. He shook the feeling off and started to run again.

"Something seems to be on your mind." A voice said to him from behind.

Stiles couldn't help but jump at the sudden approach. He turned around to see Erica smirking.

"God, scared the crap outta me." he dramatically clutched his heart.

"What's up with you Stiles?" she asked. "Seriously, you were freaking out a minute ago."

Stiles shook his head. "It's nothing. Just my over imagination running on low hours of sleep." He shrugged.

Erica raised her eyebrow. She simply shrugged and passed Stiles.

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After school, Stiles headed toward his jeep and quickly drove off to the super market. He needed to get some grocery shopping done, because right now, the sky was very dark looking when it's only about three thirty. Stiles peered up at the sky, seeing dark clouds and spots of daylight piercing through.

Stiles grumbled as he pulled up to the parking lot, having to leave his favorite song that just came on the radio. He turned the ignition off and hopped out of the jeep, slamming the door in the process. He headed on in, grabbing a cart along the way. He went aisle through aisle, looking what they needed. Stiles made home meals occasionally, but nothing fancy in his opinion. Between school and the pack and with his father and fulfilling his Sheriff duties, dinner between the two of them were rare.

He thought everything would go alright, until that feeling came back again. This time, he heard a snap.

Stiles snapped his head, in search for the source of where the sound came from.

Dammit, if he had those keen werewolf senses he could find out what it was.

He glanced around until he spotted a preteen girl with her cell phone.

Taking pictures of herself.

"Stiles, you're losing it man." He shook his head and grabbed a loaf of bread before heading toward the dairy section of the market.

By the time he was finished he thanked the lord it hadn't rained quite yet. He dashed for his jeep with the cart, riding it there halfway (he never grew out of that really) and jolting it to a stop when he got to his trunk. He fished out his keys and unlocked the trunk, carefully putting the bags inside.

He started feeling the trickles of water and cussed. "Fuck—rain." He muttered as he shoved the shopping cart into the small area and jogs back toward his car.

He hopped inside his jeep and slammed the door, jamming the key in the ignition and turned it on, quickly flipping the heater on. A flash of yellow from the passenger's seat caught his eye.

It was an envelope.

It wasn't there before.

Stiles looked out his slowly decreased fogged windows for anyone who might have possible put it there but saw nobody. He gazed down to the envelope and picked it up. He carefully felt inside just in case. Nothing bulky, just paper, thick ones by the feel of it. He opened the envelope carefully and pulled the contents out. His heart almost stopped when he saw them. The contents were pictures.

Of him.

Stiles shockingly went through each photo, all were just creepy. There were pictures of him doing just normal things. Hell, he gave the person props for great ass quality on these, but the creep factor just rose.

There were some taken of him practicing on the lacrosse field during summer with Scott. Stiles was tugging at his shirt, since it was so hot but didn't take his shirt off. A few more from that day with him laughing and another raising his arms in the air in triumph, revealing his happy trail.

He stomach churned as he flipped through some more and found one of him shirtless momentarily in his backyard. There was another of him in his kitchen near the window and another in his room (how the hell did the person even take that photo? He was on the second story), a few when he was shopping some other day and these, holy god, they followed him throughout the entire store and he didn't even know.

There were some close up ones of him when he would be out in the park waiting for Scott to show up and for goodness sakes he was eating a Popsicle. He knew the person was thinking obscene things of this one.

There was another close up of him just walking out of school. He was laughing at something Allison had joked about of Scott and he remembers this moment too because he laughed out so hard about it and the person caught the moment when he had his mouth wide open, another extreme close up of his face, of his watery eyes.

The last photo had a note on top of it.

"I hope you liked these as much as I liked taking them. It was hard choosing which one I wanted to show you, I was so nervous. This last one is a personal one of mine; I'm still prepping up for us."

He ripped the note off and saw a picture of a large bed. The sheets were dark blue but that was basically it, aside from the nightstand beside the bed.

Stiles shoved all the pictures back into the envelope and chucked it back into the passenger seat like it was on fire.

He shifted into drive and quickly made his way out of the parking lot and back home. He was pretty sure he broke a few speed limits and he managed to not skid of the road when the rain started storming down.

As he drove up into his driveway, he threw it in park and quickly brought all the stuff in before it got soaked. He sets his backpack down on the floor and the bags on the kitchen before he zoomed to each room with a fucking window and closed the curtains.

Jesus Christ his heart is beating so fast. After Stiles is sure he closed all the windows he slunked down in the middle of the dark hallway and tried to not go into a panic attack, but sitting down here isn't going to help.

Stiles got up and walked toward the kitchen to put all the stuff up, tries to get his mind off topic. He threw away some expired things in the trash before setting all the new stuff in. He leaves some ingredients out so he can whip up some dinner for his dad.

Then he remembered that he won't be home at all tonight so there was no point.

Though he could go by and drop some off at the office. That honestly sounded like a good idea.

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He ended up making about a three batches of cookies after he made the chicken salad for his dad.

Stiles winced at the sight of the mess in the kitchen and the mass of cookies but hey, his panic attack went away.

"That's going to be a pain in the ass to clean later." Stiles sighed and shrugged. He packed the things, leaving a batch of cookies at home, in some containers and turns off the light and headed for the door. He thanked the lord it was only sprinkling now and it was about ten thirty. Not too late so he won't be in too much trouble.

He practically sped into the station. Stiles parked the jeep half hazardously when he reached the station and hopped out, things in hand. He smiled at the lady in the front desk when he came through the doors.

"Hey Mel, is my dad here? I made him some food—" He shook the containers. "—and I kinda got out of hand and made a lot of cookies to distract myself and well…" he showed the other containers full of cookies. "—thought I should bring some over for everyone else here." he shook the other containers full of cookies. The woman smiled.

"Your father is being drowned in some paperwork in the back." She pointed in the direction of his office. "You can head on back. I'm sure you know where to put the cookies for them to devour." She chuckles. Stiles handed her a couple before heading towards the back.

Since everyone knew him, he promptly yelled "made some cookies!" and left them on the table in the break room. He snuck a few out for his dad before heading toward his office.

"Hey Dad, made you some food." He said as soon as he walked in.

"Stiles it's almost eleven." He glanced at the clock. "Anything on your mind that's keeping you up so late?" he said as he quickly jotted something down and set his pen down, directing his attention toward Stiles.

"Nah, just stressed out this week. Needed to keep my mind off and focus." He shrugged his shoulders. Stiles saw a rush of officers head down towards the break room. "We'll that took them long enough." He laughed.

"You made them something too?" he leans back in his chair as he opens his container and sees the cookies. He groaned. "Ah, now I know something is going on, the only times you make a mass of cookies enough for every hungry officer here is when you were trying to get out of your panic attacks. I still remember a few months ago when you made the mass of brownies, which by the way Ms. Julie from down the street asked if you could make her some, I told her yes."

"Oh, that's fine I'll get to it, might as well make use of the mess in the kitchen before cleaning it."

"You're not going to dodge this, what's going on?" he stared at Stiles.

"Ah—nothing, it's nothing, just paranoid lately, that's all. My friends are probably playing a prank on me."

"Like?"

"Dad, seriously its nothing." He chuckled, hoping to throw him off. "I'm pretty sure it's Scott; I laughed at him so hard from one of Allison's embarrassing stories." He hopped up from the chair. "I gotta head home though, it's still raining and I have a mess to clean up." he smiled at him reassuringly. "See ya Dad, be careful out there!" he headed on out.

"Well alright then. You be careful out there too alright?

"I will!" he said to him before heading outside.

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As soon as he got home, he groaned, remembering the huge mess he has to clean up. He stepped into his house and locked the door, shrugging his shoes off before heading into the kitchen. When he flipped the light, the sight made his heart race again, the beats thundering in his ears as blood rushed quickly.

The entire kitchen was spotless, hell, even cleaner than before he started the mess. Stiles noticed another envelope lying on the kitchen table. He was almost too nervous to walk over there and open it. When it slipped into his hands, he opened it carefully and there were a few more photos this time, and he recognized the outfits he wore in them.

They were from today. Some in his jeep as he flipped through the first packet of photos, his expressions were caught perfectly. There was one picture with a heart drawn around his head of him when he was astonished by the quality of the photos. He felt another note attached to the back of this one and flipped it over.

"My, what a lovely expression just by my photos, beautiful aren't they? I cleaned the kitchen up for you so you won't have to bother dealing with it. I can't wait when everything is ready."

"Fuck!" he shoved the contents back in the envelope and stormed upstairs and slammed the door of his room when he entered. He saw his backpack lying on his bed, where he most definitely did not leave there. He started to shake when he saw another envelope on top of it.

When he opened it, there was only a note in there. He pulled it out and read it.

"Don't leave your things lying around, you might fall and get hurt. I really don't want that. Please take care."

Stiles ended up staying awake the entire night.

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Stiles took a few extra of his meds to keep him awake, although it's really not recommended. He headed for the shower and tried to keep his mind off of things; he started to hum to some music from his phone via Pandora.

He ran the cold water on momentarily for a bit so he could shock his body awake, it did the trick too.

After he's done getting ready, he carefully headed downstairs and toward the kitchen, spotting his dad getting home just now.

"Hey, Dad." He said.

"So much paperwork to do, I'm beat." He huffed out. He took a look around the kitchen. "Wow, I think it's cleaner than before." He whistled as he looked around again.

"Uh…yeah…I was into the cleaning moment likewise with the cookies, which are by the way…" he glanced around and doesn't remember where they are. He remembered setting them on the table befor—oooh. Whoever it was must have taken them.

"In the fridge?" he heard his dad say. He snapped his attention and saw him standing in front of the fridge. "Are you sure you're alright?" he said.

"Dad, seriously, I'm fine."

"Because you left your papers in here."

"Wait, what?" he walked over to him. He saw his dad take out the envelope that he was sure not his. How many of these envelopes were hidden in the house? "Oh, that." He grabbed it out of his hands. "If I forgot these I would seriously flunk English." He backed up and reached his backpack. "I gotta go, see ya dad!" he rushed out of the house, ignoring his father's call.

When he drove up to the school parking lot, he noticed that he has some time left before the first bell rang. He sat in his jeep and stared at the envelope currently sitting in his lap.

"God dammit." He muttered as he opened the envelope and pulled a note out.

"Good morning. Hope you don't eat the cookies; it's bad for your health so early in the morning. Have a nice day."

"Have a nice day my ass." He growled out before shoving it back in there and tossed it in the back seat. He hopped out of the jeep and headed toward a long day of class.

During school, things were relatively normal. He was glad for that because it balanced out the whole creepy stalkerness he was having and the normalness from school and most of all, his friends, it calmed him a bit.

Throughout school, Stiles had realized that the photo stalking issue was not only a problem for them, but for the pack too.

If this person had taken pictures of Stiles without him or the pack knowing, then the possibility of the pack's secret might be let out.

He couldn't risk that, and have that guilt hanging over his head.

No way.

Stiles knew he had to stay away from the pack until he gets the whole stalker issue dealt with, though that also raised another question he hadn't thought of.

How on earth was he going to get rid of the stalker?

Stiles bit his lip in frustration, leg constantly bounced up and down. He looked down at his paper, staring at the equation problems that were easy to answer.

"Low and behold, Mr. Stilinski is finally putting more effort into class." Mr. Harris' voice startled him. He jumped a bit and saw him standing right next to him. "Careful, I don't want you to injure yourself from thinking too hard." He smirked and walked off. "That does sound delightful though, doesn't it?"

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"Stiles!" he heard Scott call out to him. Stiles turned and saw Scott coming toward him. "Pack meeting after school—"

"—uh, I…can't. I'm too busy with homework and other shit." Stiles said. He honestly was though, trying to see if he could lift anything out of the photos and then going through the police records for any past stalkers that have been reported and see if there was evidence, a note, so he could compare everything from photography style to hand writing and it's just going to take a while.

"You…sure?"

"Uh—yea, yea."

And for the next few weeks, Stiles stops attending nearly all of the pack meetings.

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Of course by normal the supernatural part of it naturally came as well. After about two weeks of no more creepy stalker pictures, Beacon Hills had another supernatural mishap.

The one time he goes to a pack meeting, shit started to happen.

That is—Leprechauns. Fucking leprechauns.

Stiles didn't have to even research for these little fuckers but apparently someone had messed with their treasure and they were intent on raising the ever living hell to get it back, even though they had no complete idea on where to start hell, but it seemed that just whoever would be in the forest will be their prey.

There was more than one, which threw Stiles off. He read that each of these things was a guardian of a treasure. If a whole group of them meant that someone had stolen a shit ton of treasure from them and none of them had noticed or mauling each other if someone else in their little group had gotten to their treasure and betrayed or whatever, he assumed that they were protecting one treasure. Probably related or something.

His assumptions were right when one of them over heard Stiles talking about it to Scott when they were on their way to meet up with the others in the pack at Derek's remodeled house, it assumed that he took it and started to attack Stiles.

There was a lot of flailing as Stiles took off when Scott told him to run to the house when a couple more popped up. A few more ran after him and he was sure to have made the track team coach proud of sprinting off faster than he ever had. Of course, since he was Stiles in all, he paid no attention and fell into a stream.

Stiles remembered that didn't kill all of their prey, only enough severe damage and when they deemed that the person had no knowledge of stealing their treasure, they would conjure up some spell and manipulate it so they though they got attacked by some wild animal with sharp claws.

Oh yea, they had sharp claws. Very sharp claws. It went well with their wart faced features and the sharp teeth. Paired with a sharp nose and eyes that slanted upwards, these things were terrifying when pissed off. Complete with the fact that they were short, it made everything more terrifying. Stiles was sure even Jackson and Boyd were scared of these things.

So since they truly thought that Stiles was the one who took it, he was pretty sure they were going to shred him apart.

Luckily the pack came just in time when the leprechauns had started to claw at Stiles leg when he was climbing up the trench and out of the stream of water and Erica had yanked him out from there.

The pack, finally having a few of them separated (he noticed Isaac and Jackson gone, probably to help Scott) they were able to kill off the bastards.

Stiles was wet and muddy and he was sure that was blood trickling down his leg.

"Fucking leprechauns." Stiles grumbled as he started to get up. His leg was stinging like a bitch but he ignored it. Stiles glanced down to take a look at his leg to see his jeans ripped up and that was no trickling, nope, that was streaming. Stiles whined at the sight of one of his favorite pairs of jeans, tattered. He was losing a lot of clothes and dammit one of these days he was making the pack buy him a whole new wardrobe.

"Quit whining." Erica said. She came up to him, bloodied after her kill. "It looks f—" she took one look at his leg and her eyes widened a bit before going back to normal. "—ine. Just some scratches. Doesn't look too deep." She shrugged at him.

"Are they all dead now?"

"Yup. Scott and the others are on their way here too. Lydia and Danny are in the house on guard. C'mon, let's get you patched up…" Erica came around him.

"I can do that when I get home." Stiles said. "I'm seriously feeling real gross and covered in sweat and blood and mud."

"Erica, you alrig—whoa." Boyd paused when he glanced at Stiles' leg and it seriously does not look like a normal scratch.

Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you—"

Erica stopped him from looking closer at his leg. "C'mon Batman, let's go to Deaton's so that won't get infected." She grinned. "Let's go."

"Erica, you're seriously kinda freaking me out here." Stiles said to her.

"Can I not care for you without it being creepy?" she mock pouted.

"No."

She shrugged and started dragging him towards the house, where the cars were. She glanced behind her at Boyd and made a face that told him to shut the hell up and don't freak him out. Because she knows that Stiles would go into shock and have a panic attack at the sight of his leg.

"Erica, where are you going?" Derek called her. "Go and get rid of the bodies with Scott and Isaac."

"Why do I have to do it?" she growled. "I did it last time."

Derek just glared at her. "I'll take care of him. Go."

She sighed and let him go and headed on to look for the others.

Derek glanced at Stiles from head to toe, which made him real uncomfortable.

"Seriously, can I go home and clean up?" Stiles flailed. "I feel like crap right now and my leg is starting to throb."

"I can see that." Derek said. He walked up to Stiles and picked him up into his arms, careful of his leg.

"Du—let go!"

"This is faster."

"Your house isn't that far away I can make it myself." He squirmed around. "My leg doesn't hurt that bad." He tried to convince Derek. It seriously doesn't, just a bit throbbing but doesn't hurt that much.

"How bad does it hurt right now?" he simply asked Stiles.

Stiles sighed. "Like a four right now."

"If you saw your leg, it would go past ten in two seconds, which by the way, don't look at It." he glared at Stiles, who only pressed his lips firmly together and slumped down into Derek's arms, not protesting.

"I'll just…be quiet then…" because he was so not taking any chances on if that was true or not. He felt Derek picking up the pace and started feeling woozy. "Dude, slow down, making me feel nauseous." And that only made him go faster.

He didn't notice that they were at the Camaro and Derek was placing Stiles in the passenger seat.

"Close your eyes."

"Wha—why? Does it look that bad?"

"Yes. Now don't. Look." Stiles heard him close the door and then heard him open the driver's side.

The trip to Deaton's happened in a blur and Stiles was seriously getting very sleepy.

Apparently his leg was so bad that he needed several stitches, but when the vet said he was fine, Stiles happily took that as a sign that he could go to sleep.

Well…more like pass out.

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His leg didn't bother him that much. After a few weeks and another trip to Deaton's to remove the stitches, it looked perfectly fine, aside from the faint scar it left but with his leg hair growing, it won't be noticed.

The limp he has is only temporary. Just as along as he waits until it fully heals and he slowly builds up the strength back in it, it would be fine.

Driving was difficult. Some of the pack had offered him rides, but he said he was fine. Seriously, it hurts, but he can deal with driving. He told them it was a form of physical therapy for him and they dropped it.

Though, just to calm some of the pack's nerves, they ride along with him just in case. He was startled when Erica jumped into the passenger side and then tried not to freak out when he glanced at the orange packet at her feet.

He had forgotten to put those up.

Actually, he had totally forgotten about that stalker issue. He didn't receive any more for nearly a month now. He assumed it was a prank until the leprechaun thing popped up, or one of the leprechauns had hopefully scared him off…or ate him.

He was on board with the latter.

Stiles played it cool until he dropped Erica off at her house, waving at her mother and drove off. As soon as he got home, he gathered all the envelopes and stuck them in the bed base in his room. There was a small crack he could shove them in and nobody could find it. Stiles put his mattress down and fixed his bed so it wouldn't look suspicious.

Stiles really didn't know what to do with those photos. If he threw them away, someone else might find them. He could burn them, but Beacon hills was put on a no fire law until further notice and his father would notice if something was set on fire and question him, or interrogate him until he got the answer from Stiles as to what the hell he set on fire.

Derek visited him every now and then, asking how the boy was doing. Stiles at first was annoyed by it, but it soon became routine and then something he always look forward to.

He would knock on the window when Stiles was in his room and come inside. Derek would ask about Stiles' day, then go on and look at his leg just to reassure himself that Stiles was alright. Stiles just talked on and tried to distract Derek on another subject, but the man didn't mind. He actually listened to Stiles' long babble of distraction.

The thing that Stiles enjoyed was the slight smile and relaxed composure of Derek's body. The soft huff of laughter that would slip through Derek's lips when Stiles talked about a story or a joke.

Stiles remembered that one time when Derek came over and he kept eyeing the food on his plate. Stiles just rolled his eyes and told Derek to follow him as he went downstairs. Stiles laughed as he watched Derek devour a huge plate Stiles scooped for Derek.

Or that one time when Stiles was reading a comic on his bed and Derek just came in and flopped on the bed, half on top of Stiles and just flat out passed out. Stiles couldn't move his arms and so he just flung the comic off to the side and tried to squirm his way out.

Though after seeing the stressed out look on Derek's face, he just sighed and shut his eyes, falling asleep next to Derek.

He loved these moments.

Then again, something always messed this up.

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Something was odd. Beacon Hills High has a new student that just transferred in and he was in nearly all of Stiles classes. Why did this seem odd? Because out of all the possibilities of his class makeup for his schedule, it had to almost coordinate with Stiles'. He had a locker across from him; he was his new science partner and sat near at a table near him and the pack. The pack didn't seem to pay attention to him, so it really must be his imagination running its long course.

Stiles also noticed how Danny seemed to have fallen for the guy. Well, who wouldn't? The creepy guy had some serious piercing brown eyes, lashes like the devil, dark hair that just taunted everyone's hands to run through them. He always styles his in a quiff, and six feet five inches tall? He's gorgeous.

But here's the thing. To everyone, he's this handsome transfer student, but to Stiles' he's just really creepy and got into people's personal space (I.e. his personal space more often than others). Danny didn't seem to mind the closeness, but he probably doesn't feel the bad vibe Stiles has.

Stiles noticed the way he tried to get close to him. He noticed the way he's being looked at, and the way he just oh so casually touched Stiles like it's normal. The werewolves look at him funny when they heard his heart escalate whenever he's near Garret, aka creeper. They were convinced that Stiles had a crush on him, but no, he doesn't. They didn't sense the fear off of him, because really he had none since he had gotten use to Derek.

Stiles thanked the lord he came too late for Lacrosse.

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"Hey Stiles?" he turned to see Danny come up to him in the hall after school.

"Sup Danny?" Stiles smiles at him.

"Can I ask you something…personal?" he seemed reluctant.

Well now. "Uh, sure? What is it?"

Danny sighed. "Do…you like Garret?" he blushes. Stiles froze for a moment.

"What?"

"Do you. Like. Garret." He repeated as if he was ashamed to say it.

Oh. Oh. Now he understood what Danny was trying to ask him.

"He's all yours Danny. Take him, you know what? Take all of him. Away. He can be your locker buddy." Danny raised an eyebrow.

"I don't like him Danny." Stiles laughed. "Not even close."

"Really, I mean—"

"He creeps me out Danny. I want to be as far from the person as possible. Every time he comes near me or touches me I want to peel my skin off. It's not that he's a guy or anything, it's just….he gives off this bad vibe." He waved his hands in the air around his head. "I don't like it."

"Are you sure you're just not—"

"—overreacting? Probably. I mean, the pack hasn't sensed anything dangerous at all from him so it just might be a personal issue for me." he looked at Danny and he seemed caught between anger (at Stiles for thinking that way of Garret) and concern (for his wellbeing), if that were possible—oh wait. Derek. Hah.

"Look, I'm sure it's just a personal issue for me. He seemed like a great guy, but the close gesture is what probably concerned me. I'm not interested in him." he closed his locker and patted Danny on the shoulder. "Go and get him Danny boy." He grinned and walked out of the school.

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He really hated Harris with passion. He knew how uncomfortable Stiles was with Garret and he just seemed to enjoy Stiles' pain. Harris assigned a project that has to be due in two days and Stiles knew either one or the other has to go to their house to complete the assignment.

"So, whose house we going to?" Stiles shivered as he heard Garret practically breathe into his ear.

"Uh, maybe mine?" just in case you decide to do something creepy I can hurt you with all twelve of my hidden weapons. "It's a lot closer." Garret grinned and nodded his head.

Stiles lead the way to his house, Garret in his large black ford truck with dark tint out windows. He hated the fact that Garret now knows where Stiles lives, but he wasn't taking the chance of going to his house. No way. Nope.

Stiles parked the jeep in the drive way, Garret parking on the side of the road. They both hop out and head on inside, greeting his dad along the way.

"Ah—wait, Stiles!" the sheriff called him. Stiles stopped midway the stairs and goes back, stopping in front of the kitchen.

"Yea?"

"I'm going to have a few guys over, you won't mind doing your project at your friends place, do you?" he asked Stiles.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. "Uh, sure…I don't mind." Stiles said reluctantly. "Don't mind at all."

His dad grinned. "Great, give me a heads up if you're going to stay over at his, alright?" he pecked a kiss on his forehead.

"It was nice meeting you, Sheriff." Garret waved and smiled at him.

"Nice meeting you too, I'm sorry for doing this by the way." He shook Garret's hand.

"Not a problem. Stiles, I can drive you back when we're finished, that way you won't have to drive back."

Fuck you, hell no. "That's okay, I can drive there."

"Uh, Stiles….about that. I need to borrow your jeep." His dad bashfully asked.

"What? Wait—what happened to your cruiser?"

"Some asshole slashed the tires and messed up the engine. It's at the shop."

Fuck everyone. He handed the keys to his dad and left the house after saying bye.

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It was pretty quiet ride to Garret's house. What makes Stiles nervous is that his house apparently is on the other side of the preserve. The other side of Derek's property.

Basically away from the pack.

Stiles tried to convince himself that he was overreacting. The pack didn't sense anything strange about him, Danny liked him so it really must be a personal issues of his that he needed to figure out what it exactly was…first. It was just all in his head. He needed to catch up on his sleep and the pain killers for his leg was probably causing him to go a bit crazy.

Yeah.

Totally that.

"So…you live all the way out here?" he casually asked. He heard a light snort.

"I wouldn't be driving here for nothing now would I?" he chuckled. "It's nice and peaceful. I can take a walk in the woods and be at peace. I see a lot of beautiful things out here." he smiles.

See? Nothing to be creeped out about. He's a nature kind of person. Not a serial killer. Silly Stiles.

Stiles finally sees the house, which is actually a cottage. A nice one, though nothing compared to a huge house like Derek's.

"You live in a cottage?"

"It belonged to my Aunt. She gave it to our family after she passed away." Stiles noticed that there was no other car or light inside the cottage.

"Garret…do you live alone?" he looked at him. Garret parked the truck and turned to look at him.

"Yea. My parents are business people and they travel a lot. I'm old enough to live on my own."

"You're older than eighteen?"

"I'm nineteen." He threw Stiles a hurtful glare. "I'm not that old. This one teacher didn't like me too well and tried to make my school life a living hell. I honestly didn't know what I did to make him hate me so much. He was the reason why I flunked and had to transfer."

"Can they even do that? Seriously, that's how Harris is to me. I make an A in there; I honestly don't know why he hates me!" Stiles flailed and bumped his hand on the window. He hissed in pain and heard Garret laugh.

"Come on, let's go in before your manage to crack my windows." He grabbed his stuff from the back seat and hopped out of the truck.

Stiles hopped out of the truck and slammed the door. He looked around the area and noticed that the area was a bit thicker than over at Derek's property. There were more leaves and the grass was lusher and it makes Stiles want to roll around and sleep on it.

"I've done that before." Garret stopped by Stiles.

"I said that out loud didn't I?"

"You did and honestly, it's really comfortable to sleep on, though I don't do it as often now."

"Why's that?" Stiles asked as they both head towards the cottage.

"I fell asleep on a nest of fire ants." Stiles winced.

"Ouch."

"Yea, not a good idea to just fall asleep some place randomly." Garret opened his door and stepped inside, flipping on a light switch.

The inside of the cottage was pretty normal. It has that homey feeling to it.

"Welcome to my home, make yourself at home, mi casa es tu casa." Garret lightly tossed his things on the couch and heads toward a room. "You want to eat something before we get started? I can barely concentrate at all when I'm starving."

Stiles threw his things on the couch next to Garret's and follows him. "Dude, I'm star—whoa." Stiles stopped at the kitchen entrance and gazed at Garret.

Who was now shirtless and holy hell look at those abs.

There were on par with Derek's.

Holy shit he just wants to—wait. Why did his mind suddenly move Garret from creeper alert to hottie hot smoking hot alarm?

He heard Garret giggle, like fucking giggle.

"Hottie hot smoking hot alarm?"

Stiles flushed. "Uh—wow, sorry—"

"It's fine, it's fine. I usually give off that creeper vibe a lot. I'm the type of person that likes close contact."

Oh…he said that part too. Now he felt a bit bad.

"I'm really sorry 'bout…that. I haven't been sleeping much lately and the pain killers aren't really helping."

"Pain killers?" Garret asked, concerned laced in his voice. "You know that taking Pain killers with your Adderall isn't recommended right?"

"...how did you know I was on Adderall?"

"Danny mentioned it. What kind of pain killers did you take?"

"Hydrocodeine, why?"

"Hydrocodeine usually daps the Adderall out." He sighed. "The pharmacist should've mentioned it before giving them to you—actually; they should've prescribed you something else."

Huh. So maybe that was why he couldn't concentrate as much. "Thanks, I'll call the doctor tomorrow and ask them for something else."

"No problem. Anyways, food?" he grins at Stiles.

Stiles looked at him. "Wait—you cook?"

"Is that a problem…?"

"No, no! Just, not many guys in high school I know cook themselves." He smiled at Garret. "Need a hand?"

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Garret and Stiles made some Alfredo chicken and some salad. Stiles had actually relaxed at last. After they ate and cleaned up, they moved into the living room and got to working on the project. They were supposed to research on some topic that involved with the week's lesson, which was ironically on the make-up of medications and its interactions.

So, with a test subject already at hand, i.e. Stiles, they researched it fairly quickly. It was pretty interesting, and Stiles now knows a few new tricks up his sleeve to help the pack.

They were about half way done with the paper, it was around one in the morning and Stiles' eye lids were getting incredibly heavy. It didn't take him very long to fall asleep.

Stiles woke up to birds chirping, which were pleasant hear by the way. He felt arms around his waist rather tightly. Stiles opened his eyes and notices he was still in Garret's living room.

Wait.

Birds chirping.

That meant morning.

Yesterday was Thursday night, so today was—

"Holy shit! Garret! Garret, dude, wake up!" Stiles shook the arms around him, trying to wake him up. He heard Garret's snore startle and slurred sentences spill out. "Dude! Friday! School!" he tried to squirm out of his grip. Stiles reached for his phone on the ground and checked the time.

7:50 a.m.

"GARRET, LATE, WE ARE LATE, COME ON!" holy goddamn, this person will not budge. "You're going to flunk again!" he shouted.

Garret jerked awake. "Whaat?" he slurred out. He rubbed his eyes, flicking the crust out.

"Dude, we fell asleep. Friday, school! Late! Come on!" Stiles gets up as soon as Garret's grip loosened. He gathered his stuff and shoved it into his backpack. "Come on big guy, we need to go." He dragged Garret by the arm, who slowly got up and shoved his things into his backpack, yawning the entire time.

Stiles whined. "Dude, you're so slow." he glanced at the time.

7:55 a.m.

"We have five minutes until we're late." He announced.

Garret snapped his head at Stiles. "What?! Five?!" he glanced at the time on his cell phone. "Oh shit, come on!" Stiles dashed out the door, Garret behind him and locking the door.

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Garret sped the entire way there, breaking several speed limits and stops signs and Stiles thanked the lord that nobody saw or got hurt. Garret pulled up into the parking lot of the high school and parks hazardously. They both got out and ran toward class, which they had together.

"Three minutes late boys, I hope you have a good explanation." Mrs. Hodges asked the boys when they got into her class room. She looked up from her roster and froze. The class seemed to take notice of this and turned around, looking at Stiles and Garret as they stroll on in.

Stiles opened his mouth and tried to explain to her about late night project due soon. She waved a hand. "In fact, never mind. I don't want to know. Take your seats." She sighed as she took attendance.

As Stiles sat down, Scott turned around, giving him a weird look. Stiles mouthed 'what' and he just shook his head as he reached into his phone and began swiping a text, most likely to him.

His phone buzzed and Stiles slid it out and checked it.

Scott: dud l8? N wats up w/ ur clthes.

Stiles deciphered the text and checked his clothes. He wanted to slam his head on the desk so hard.

They were the same clothes he worn to school yesterday, as well as Garret.

Stiles: Tell you later.

He sent the text before shoving his phone back and started taking notes.

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"Dude, what's up?" Scott approached him in the hallway at his locker. "You told me you'd explain."

"I was studying at Garrets and we fell asleep late. Woke up late and sped all the way here." Stiles said, not bothering to look at Scott.

"I thought you said you didn't like him?" Scott eyed him. "You told Danny he gave you the creeps."

"Well, yea but since I had to go to his house and do the stupid project, I got to know him." Stiles shrugged. "He told me the painkillers I took were killing out the Adderall and I think that's what was making me overreact a lot."

"So…you and him are alright now?"

"Guess so. He's not that bad."

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It was during lunch that Jackson dumped his tray all over Stiles. Stiles jumped up in shock and disgust. Everyone turned to look at the sudden noise.

"Dude, what the hell!" Stiles said.

"Just dumping my tray in the trash." Jackson's smile made Stiles want to punch him.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Jackson's expression turned serious.

"You lied to Danny and hurt him." Jackson crossed his arms.

"What?"

"This morning? Also, Scott may be an idiot, but I'm not. I can smell him all over you." Jackson whispered to him as he shoves Stiles back and leaves the cafeteria. Lydia glances at him for a quick second before flipping her hair and leaves after Jackson.

"Whoa, dude!" a person shouted when he walked through the doors before he started laughing at Stiles. It started a chain of laughter and Stiles just high tails out of there.

Stiles went to the locker room, which were deserted at this time since it was mostly occupied during lacrosse or gym. He headed toward the shower and stripped his clothes off, tossing them aside. He turned the shower on and soaked in the warm water, running his hands through his hair to get the gunks of food out.

Stiles never felt so humiliated.

Stiles didn't have the courage to even go to class right then, so he decided to just walk on home.

In the rain.

The pouring rain.

Stiles wore his lacrosse uniform and had his clothes bunched up in his arms. He was walking home just fine until there was a flash of pain in his leg that made him jerk to a stop. Stiles glanced down to see nothing wrong with his leg and he assumes he must've strained and pulled a muscle when he ran all the way to the locker room.

Stiles groaned out loud and limped his way home.

He was glad that his dad wasn't home or else he had to explain to him why he walked all the way home in the storm in his lacrosse outfit.

Stiles was soaked to the bone and he was sure he would catch a fever if he didn't warm up sooner. Stiles awkwardly got up the stairs and into the shower, stripping the clothes off and dumping them in the hamper. He soaked in the hot water until his fingers started getting pruney.

Stiles limped to his room half naked and yanked some pajamas out of his dresser, quickly putting them on. He then lay in his bed and let out a collective sigh. He glanced at his alarm, seeing that it was about two.

Well, this wasn't how Stiles thought was going to happen.

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Stiles woke up to someone trying to kill his door bell. It was being pressed repeatedly and Stiles wonders how long he slept through that. He pushed himself up from his bed and slowly got down the stairs from his bedroom and opens the door.

Garret was standing there.

"Garret?" Stiles asked.

"I didn't see you in classes at all and I heard what happened." His face seemed sad. "Are you…alright?"

"Oh….yeah I'm just fine. I didn't feel like class today and I don't know your number so I couldn't text you."

"You could've came to me, I mean, I wouldn't mind taking you home. I feel guilty that you had to walk back home in the storm."

"Hey, it's not your fault." Stiles tried to assure him. "Come in, we can both warm up in the house." Stiles said, shivering from the draft. Garret thanked him and walked in, taking off his wet shoes and shrugging off his jacket.

"Mi casa es tu casa." Stiles said, then started to laugh because Garret had said that earlier. "You want something to drink? Coffee, tea, hot chocolate…I just stocked up the other day."

"Tea would be nice." Garret answered him.

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"I honestly don't see how people can mistake it like that." Garret said as he sipped his tea. Stiles shrugged.

"I mean, if you see it from another perspective—"

"—I still don't see how though. We only fell asleep doing homework. We woke up late and came to school in the same clothes as last night; everyone should know or get it with the project Harris assigned everyone."

"Oh how I would love for everyone to think that way Garret." Stiles puffed out. Garret shook his head.

"I just don't see why everyone always assume sex in the end just because of that this morning." Stiles raised an eyebrow. Garret sighed out.

"I'm asexual, Stiles." He admitted. Stiles choked on his tea.

"I'm sorry, what?" Garret seemed to flinch at that.

"I'm asexual. You know, I don't feel sexual attraction to anyone…?" Then, it clicked all together for Stiles.

"—which is why you seemed comfortable being so close to everyone." Stiles said. Garret nodded. "Augh, dude, why haven't you told anyone?"

"My last school knew and they treated me differently once they found out. They would either outcast me as weird or I became some competition for the girls to see if they can succeed in making me horny for them." Garret's face scrunched up.

"Dude…that's just not right." Garret shrugged.

"Some of the people gave me a hard time for it."

"Like the teacher that flunked you."

"Yup."

Stiles sighed out. "Jesus, I'm really sorry if I acted like such an asshole."

"It's fine." Garret shook his head. "You know now."

"Want me to keep my mouth shut?" Garret laughed.

"It's fine. This high school seemed to be more open to different students. My old school didn't take in different orientation students very well. Race is acceptable to a point. Sexually, they're against it. So LGBTQ students won't be treated as nice."

"Everybody loves Danny. You know he…ya know."

"I do. He seems really awesome, but I can never fully satisfy him."

"—whoa, whoa. Danny isn't like that."

"I know that, but in any relationship I try to be in they've been so disappointed when it came down to it. They said I feel heartless when I had sex with them, because I wasn't 'into the moment'" he air quoted. "I mean, I do it to try and make them happy, but it always ends up completely the opposite."

Stiles groaned out. "Everything was a complete misunderstanding." Garret laughed.

"But we're both okay now, right?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, totally." Stiles said. Garret grinned widely.

"Good."

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The two moved onto doing what was left of their projects and essentially finished it in about three hours. Stiles at the moment felt as completely fine as the turn of events today was out of thought. After they had finished early, Stiles offered to make some dinner, as thanks for him making dinner for Stiles the other night.

Stiles decided to make some chicken stir fry. Garret had offered to help, which Stiles gladly took. He chopped up the vegetables as Stiles took some left-over chicken from the deli and started ripping them a bit.

"Noodles or Rice?"

"Hmm, how about noodles?"

"Hope you're fine with ramen noodles." Stiles said. Garret laughed.

"Perfectly fine…"

Stiles and Garret bonded more as they prepped dinner and Stiles really didn't know why he over reacted so much before.

They were laughing at a story Stiles told until his leg had started to pulsate in pain. The pain hurt so much that it made him physically flinch and the plate he was holding fell and shattered.

Garret turned to see Stiles' face in pain as he leaned on the counter, his leg lifted up so he wouldn't put any weight on it.

"Stiles?" he asked immediately after the plate shattered.

"I'm fine. I pulled a muscle and kinda…limped all the way home."

"What?" he asked shocked. "Are you stupid?" he set his plate on the counter and went over to Stiles, picking him up from the ground.

"Hey—whoa!"

"Why didn't you say anything earlier? You can really have a serious injury if you don't take proper care." He walked over to the living room and sat Stiles down onto the couch.

"It's fine, I really haven't put that much weight on it and it doesn't hurt as much."

"Then tell me why did you drop the plate?"

"Uhh…"

"Yea, thought so. What did you do to your leg?" he asked as he saw the scars on his leg from his leprechaun mishap.

"Cat's really don't like me too much."

"Enough to get you stitches and the pain killers?" he asked incredulously.

"I bruise easily." He says. "So I scar easily? It was a serious rabid cat." He told him.

Garret shook his head as he got up.

"Where are you going?"

"To clean up the plate and get you and I some food."

"Whoa—I can do that, seriously, it doesn't hurt that bad." Stiles tried to get off up the couch but Garret just rested his hand on his chest and pushed him lightly down.

"Rest, Stiles. I don't mind, I still feel guilty about what happened at lunch earlier and your leg." he looked at Stiles. "Are you pouting?"

"I am not." Stiles told him. Garret laughed.

"Sit there, I'll be right back."

It didn't take Garret too clean up long. He was back in about seven minutes with two plates of food and two bottles of water from his fridge.

They both ate the food, commenting as the watched TV. Garret noticed that Stiles kept wincing in pain every time he shifted his position.

"You sure you don't want some pain killers for your leg?"

"…I totally forgot to call the docs today about my meds."

"You have anything else?"

"Uh, just over the counter stuff. Do you mind getting some? It's in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom. First door on your right up stairs."

Garret nodded as he headed upstairs in the direction Stiles said and entered the bathroom. He flipped on the light switch and opened the medicine cabinet. He eyed two boxes and grabbed the maximum strength, taking two pills. Garret closes the cabinet and turned the light out, heading back downstairs. He handed Stiles the pills and watched him swallow them before sitting back down.

Stiles started feeling woozy a few minutes later. He tried to keep his eyes open, but had a hard time in doing so.

"Duude, did you g't the max ones?" he started to slur. "Th'se knock me o't." Stiles flopped back onto the couch, passed out.

"Good night Stiles." Garret simply said. He watched the boy completely passed out, snoring. He grinned.

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