Chapter Text
The countdown begins. But he"s too let down to care.
"I know this is Corny city, but...I thought we had something! I felt it Scott. Felt as in feelings! Not just dick. He"s bullshitting!" Stiles lies on the work table dramtically. It"s Seven PM. And no-one"s in expect for him, Scott and the cleaners.
"I can talk to him. He can"t juggle you AND my mom for fuck sake!" Scott growls.
"Wouldn"t juggling imply competition? Hale"s made his choice so I"ve heard?" Jackson walks in. Jogging bottoms and a Blue Tank shirt. Casual yet still looking a millon dollars.
"What are you doing here so late?" Scott stares in surprise.
"Extra deposition typed and ready for Kira. I could hear a Peter Hale bitching session. Thought I"d join in on my favourite pastime" He sits on a table and gets out a protein bar from his rucksack.
"You can"t just put private papers like that on her desk. I"ll put them in the locked file" Scott speeds off into Kira"s office. The were licks his bar before taking a bite.
"You can"t be this depressed over a work with benefit fuck?" Jackson asks.
"It"s not stupid to want more!" Stiles argues leaning up and buttoning up his shirt.
"With Hale it is. He treats people like shit. Just be thankful he dumped you when he did"
"I wanted him for Friday. He could have at least done me a solid and ditched me AFTER the Christmas party!"
"Oh no" Jackson points the bar at him. "You didn"t!!!"
"Fuck you!" Stiles groans. " I actually liked him okay! I don"t sniff around guys here trying to be the office bike! Is it a crime to want to take someone out? It is sacrilegious to grow balls and ask for a date?" He crosses his arms as he pats his trousers for his phone.
"Looking for this?" Jackson waves his phone and then throws it at him.
"And you snatched it? Why?" Stiles swears as he misses and his phone crashes to the ground.
"To put in my number, if we"re gonna go to this party, we"re gonna go in style" Jackson says smoothly picking a raisin out of his teeth.
"What? The Christmas party? I thought Kira was a shoe in? I guess telling her to drop five pounds didn"t make her hot for you?"
"Stiles she ate four krispy creme donuts in one sitting! I did her a a favour, but she threw a hissy fit and rudely ended our arrangement. I"m dateless and need a high quality date. You got dicked around and ditched. It"s win-win for both of us?"
"I haven"t said yes?" Stiles smirks. He quirks his lips as Jackson is now in his face. Tossing a gum in his mouth, he taps the human"s knee with a claw.
"Come on Stilinski. It"s the best offer you"ve had for a better part of a year. I want to make Kira regret being a bitch. You want to see Peter growling and crawling with jealousy all night. The latter is why I"m doing this. Peter"s a shitbag. Always has been"
"You"ve never forgiven him for the Derek thing have you?" Stiles nods as those penetrating blue eyes start to glow. "YEAH! I"M ON THE MONEY!!!!"
"Derek was about to accept me in to the Hale Pack. Until Peter ran his putrid mouth. I"m so sick of that asshole thinking that he runs beacon hills. I know....that still you feel things for him" Jackson frowns as he removes his claws and firmly graps Stiles" thigh with his fingers. "We all know you"ve been fucking for months. Danny spotted it first. You don"t exactly hide attraction well!"
"Thanks!"
"But you don"t hide resentment either" He bounds his head into Stiles" space getting nose-to-nose. "You want to gain control back? You want to really make that prick pay? Call me, if you think you can handle the "Prince" treatment" In miliseconds he"s back on the other table. Chewing his protein bar as Scott walks back in.
"Stiles are you okay?...Can we uhhh....go now?" Scott asks, looking at Jackson with creeping suspicion.
"Yeah, let"s go, I"m done here buddy. See ya Jackson!" Stiles slides of the table and goes back to his alpha, tapping his phone nervously against the thigh that the were touched.