obviously. it's hugo boss

Scott’s laughter died at Jackson’s reactions. He knew that a break up was hard and it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever fallen for another person’s bullshit himself. He knew what Jackson was going through and as much as he wanted to enjoy the thought after all the turmoil Jackson had caused him, he simply couldn’t when it was obvious that Jackson was actively hurting.

“I’m getting changed.” Scott announced instead of answering Jackson’s questions. He moved back towards his bedroom. “Get some drinks with me and I’ll answer that question for you. Leave and I guess you’re just going to wonder about it forever.” He added as he disappeared into his room, the door open as he changed into a t-shirt and a pair of old jeans.

Scott was loving this. Not Jackson’s misfortune. That was, well, unfortunate. But the fact that out of all the people in the world, he was now living with Jackson’s ex-boyfriend. What a way to have a reunion. He felt like this somehow gave him an upper hand on the other male, which was a brand new experience to him. Jackson wasn’t the type to lose the upper hand, and clearly he was painfully aware of it.

Scott laughed at the warning, shaking his head at Jackson. “Trust me. He’s tried.” Scott countered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your old boyfriend even told me I could pay less rent if I gave him my ass.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Really hope he tried using better lines on you. I expected better from THE Jackson Whittemore.” He teased light-heartedly, eyeing Jackson once his sweater was off. “Trust me. I’m still just as awkward. It just comes out in different ways. How about you stick around for a bit. If his mom is coming for brunch, I want to get out of here. We can go get some bottomless mimosas somewhere.”“

“You’re the ex?!” Scott exclaimed, unable to help the laugh that escaped him. “Wow.” He chuckled, swiping his phone back into his hand and shutting the music off. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Of all the people in the world that Landon might have been fucking around with, it was Jackson Whittemore? What even were the odds? What made it even harder to believe were the surroundings he found himself in now. It was pretty nice for Scott, sure, but Jackson? This was probably just slumming it up for him. Landon wasn’t exactly the epitome of class.

“This is probably tame compared to some of the things she’s walked in on, then.” He closed the distance between them and took the key, making no moves to put on more clothes. “You’d have to mass produce keys for that.” Scott snorted, shaking his head as he tossed the key to land next to his phone. Maybe not the most sensitive response. Who broke up with whom, he wondered. Jackson was coming back, letting himself into the apartment, presumably still wanting to check up on his old flame. But it was Jackson. Did Jackson get dumped? Seemed like a foreign concept to him.

Scott’s face fell a bit when the topic switched to Beacon Hills. “Depends on your definition of boring. Turns out dealing with what you went through was one of the easiest things I did during high school.” He replied, moving past Jackson. His throat was dry suddenly. He needed some water. “I’m in vet school now.” He replied, trying to change the subject. “Want some water?”

      “She’s a kid…the texture is gooey or so she likes to tell me.” Lydia explained, “ I tried getting her to like it too.” She admitted considering her like for Sushi. “She’s pretty simply with her tastes right now. Pizza, pasta, Chinese. She likes chicken nuggets, mac-n-cheese. Sometimes salas - kid stuff mostly.” she offered - an attempt to make him feel better. Their daughter was a picky eater not that, that should surprise her.       The banshee followed him into the kitchen and slid onto one of the stools as she watched him for a moment. She leaned back in the seat, brow lifting as he questions their daughter’s activity. It makes sense really - if they talk about her they don’t need to get into them…something she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to talk about. “It’s a Science program - they teach them simple, age appropriate things and make small projects with them. She likes it.” Lydia offered as her gaze dropped to the bags.                 “We could eat…while we wait for her to get out I mean.” She tells him as she reaches up and tucks some hair behind her ear.

All the more reason to stay sitting now- he thinks. A few moments later he realizes his underwear clad ass was hardly the concern really; it didn’t matter much what angle Jackson got, a half-naked photo was still a half-naked photo.  “Yeah I’m getting to that.”  He insists.  “But you see, asshole, everything down here’s locked, and my window is all the way up there!” continuing to shout, Stiles waves his arm to gesture up at the second floor vaguely.  “And I can admit when I know I’ll bust my ass- probably literally if history has taught me anything!  History and my… My coordination at the moment.”  Finally, his gesturing hand drops back down to the ground beside his lap.

“What are you doing here anyway?”

    She knows it’s him when she hears the knock — it was his idea this whole trying thing. Lydia still isn’t sure she wants Jackson around. The problem is she can’t exactly ask him to leave because he deserves to know their daughter. Even though one of Lydia’s worst fears is that he’ll finally get Baylee to like him only to take off in the middle of the night again leaving them both devastated. Just like she’d been last time when he left. Just like a part of her still was.    She lets out a breath and forces herself to keep her composure as she goes about walking toward the door and opening it. Lydia’s gaze goes from Jackson to the bag and she purses her lips together. “Baylee doesn’t like sushi.” she comments, opening the door wider so he can come inside.      "Thai is probably the better option.” She adds letting him walk inside before closing the door behind him. The strawberry blonde motions for him to follow her toward the kitchen and once she gets into the room she stands there, tucking some hair behind her ear. She’s not sure what to say to him. Things between them are still tense and deep down Lydia knows that’s because there are still feelings there - at least on her end.

     “Baylee has an after school program today so she’ll be out an hour later.”

The true alpha was busied with letting the music through him. Things were looking good for him. He was in veterinary school, he’d just gotten an awesome apartment at a great price after the guy’s roommate left. He was barely ever home. The whole thing was basically his own to use as he wished. If the guy wasn’t banging some guy in his room, he was over in some other guy’s bed. Scott didn’t get it personally, but who was he to judge? Everyone went through their phases. Supposedly the guy had just gotten out of some long relationship and was rebounding. A lot. Not how he dealt with a breakup, but he supposed he never felt trapped enough to need to practice his freedom to that extent. He’d never been the one to end a relationship, even this far along in his life.

He wasn’t alone today, but Landon never came out of his room. Either he had a guy in there or he was recovering from the night before or maybe both so he was just enjoying the morning to himself. If the music playing on the TV flowed through him and he danced, well, what was so wrong with that? He still probably had more clothes on than his new roommate. He was enjoying himself, his body moving to the beat. But the prick of staring eyes soon sent a tingling up his spine. His body’s swaying slowed and came to a stop. He turned, his brow furrowed as shock flooded his features.

“Jackson?” Scott questioned in confusion, looking around like he was looking for some hint that he had, in fact, not woken up that morning. Could he still be dreaming? “Why are you here? How did you get in? I know I locked the door.” Jackson would be disappointed if he was looking to embarrass someone easily. Confusion was the primary emotion he was getting from Scott. But because it was Jackson, there wasn’t much left for Scott to be embarrassed about. The other male had hounded him for much of his life and for the rest of it, well, he’d been absent after disappearing right at the time when Scott thought they might have a chance to finally mend fences.

winningattitvde·:

He needs to learn when to stop.  Wasn’t that just the moto of his life though? Everything was all or nothing, including the mistakes.  All in all, tonight could still be worse.  No danger or fighting or anything like that- no, he was just high, locked out, and too weary of how it would look to go to the sheriff station and ask his dad for his key.  He would figure out, he was sure.  His lock picking skills were improving every day it seemed and the window to his bedroom was always unlocked.  Only his coordination was even worse now than it was usually, and apparently he had an audience.

Maybe he shouldn’t have stopped and gone straight for the tree.  Either way, Jackson Whittemore spreading pictures of Stiles half naked was not the way he thought this night was going, but it was just his luck.  “Fuck you too, Jackson!” He calls out, probably louder than necessary.