AN: This is co-written with my sweet and amazing friend pandabear1715.

Summary: Love has always been painful for Stiles. He's slowly losing faith in it. Can his crush help Stiles rediscover what real love truly is?

Warnings: Domestic Abuse

PERFECTLY DAMAGED

Stiles groans and hits his hands on the sink in front of him, bowing his head and inhaling. He looks back into the mirror and tilts his head, pressing two fingers to the swollen, discoloration underneath his eye and sighs. Fuck, he said not the face, never the face. He couldn't have his father seeing this. He licks his bottom lip and pulls out his cell phone. There's gotta be a way to hide this, a simpler way. He has make-up, his place is the 'drop-by after sneaking out to Scott's' for Cora. She touches up her make-up, thanks him and then hurries out his window to go back to Derek and Laura and tell her siblings she was with Lydia and Allison. Derek and Laura were babysitting while Talia and her husband were up in New York for a sick family member. Stiles doesn't mind, Cora's fun to banter with, like Derek. Derek's a lot of fun to banter with but that's not the point. He places his phone on the sink and grabs his materials, narrowing his eyes at some of it. After finding a simpler way, with words he can understand he grabs the powder and concealer. He meets his eyes in the mirror and frowns, this was getting a bit out of hand. His finger gently taps on the bruise, covering it up slowly. If it got any worse, someone was going to figure it out, he was going to have to do something about it.

Stiles slings his backpack over his shoulder wincing at the pain before slamming his jeep's door shut. He keeps his hand on it for a second, scanning the crowd before he sees Scott walking over towards him. He smiles lightly and meets up with his best friend.

"Hey man." He says, slapping his hand against Scott's in a playful manner before snatching the kids lacrosse stick, raising a brow and scoffing. He used to play on the team with his best friend, or well sat on the bench with his best friend, until he was told it was pointless to be on the team since he never played. He quit recently after that, even though he didn't suck at it. "Seriously, you're gonna try out again?"

"Yes." Scott said, offended but the words his friend spoke. "You know before your little boyfriend you used to play too." Stiles puts a hand to his heart and gapes at his friend, gasping at the words.

"I'll have you know, I quit because it was only fair. You date the captain of the lacrosse team and people know you're giving him sexual favors to get up that totem poll." Stiles says with a smile. Scott rolls his eyes.

"Good point, those rumors circulate even though you aren't on the team." Stiles frowns and furrows his eyebrows. "And I bet it's your jackass boyfriend who starts them." Stiles shakes his head and leans against his locker instead of opening it, facing Scott. Scott opens his locker.

"He's not that bad you know." Scott stares at him and Stiles slumps against the locker.

"Remember our double date when he laughed at me for bowling." Stiles smiles lightly and doesn't bother to cover his mouth.

"You said you were good at it and I still don't know why. Cora even giggled at you." Scott stares at Stiles, hurt evident on his face.

"I hope you aren't trash talking me, Stilinski." Stiles doesn't even turn at the voice, just waits for the brunette to come into view and smirks at her.

"Never, sweetheart." Her brown eyes narrow at the young teen and he just smiles cheekily before gagging when she pulls Scott down to kiss her. "Ugh, gross, get a room." He spits in their direction when she pulls away with a pop. Scott smiles down at her and Stiles turns to open his locker. "You guys are gross. PDA everywhere, can't keep it in your pants for five seconds." He mumbles to them as he put sin his combination before pulling his locker open. He stuffs two book in there and pulls out another, spinning to face the couple and shutting his locker.

"You're just as bad. I swear last week I caught you two having sex in the locker room." Scott says, gripping Cora's hand lightly. Stiles throws his arms out defensively.

"Who doesn't want to see real life porn?" Cora wrinkles her nose in disgust while Scott tries to hide his appreciative laugh. Stiles hold out a knuckle. "C'mon, Scottie, you know I'm right."

"No one wants to see your real life porn." Cora snaps, hitting Stiles hand down, causing the teen to gape at her like she offended him before drawing his hand up and rubbing it lightly.

"I hope you didn't hurt his good hand Hale." Cora and Scott look behind Stiles, who rolls his eyes as a hand smoothy slides over his shoulder, resting there, pulling him into a body.

"Speak of the devil." Cora says with a fake smile and Stiles pleadingly looks at her before turning to his boyfriend, who sets a glare at the youngest Hale and Stiles sighs.

"Hey, babe." He brightly says, beaming up at the teen. His boyfriend dives down to kiss his lips, digging his hand into the back of Stiles' neck to bring the teen closer. Stiles hears his friends scoff as a tongue roams his mouth.

"Wow, Jackson, why don't you just take him to the Porsche?" Scott mutters and Jackson pulls away to glare at Stiles best friend. Stiles latches his hands on Jackson's arms.

"You got a problem with us McCall?" Jackson growls, using one arm to shove the asthmatic, Cora yelling out at Jackson to knock it off and Stiles pulling him. Scott looks at the captain with wide eyes. "Huh?"

"Jackson, stop it." Stiles shoves at his boyfriend's chest, glaring at him. "I made a jab at them earlier about their PDA. Let it go!" He knows he's drawn the attention of some students in the hallway but they do almost every morning so it'd not shocking. It was his fault for dating the jock. Jackson opens his mouth to retort before shaking his head.

"I don't know why you hang out with these losers but whatever." Stiles rolls his eyes as his boyfriend walks off. Just another fight they'll have to talk about and fix when they go out tonight. He sighs and shakes his head turning towards his friend.

"You're boyfriend is the biggest douche-bag in this school!" Cora say to him, glaring at him and clenching his jaw. Stiles sighs and nods.

"I know, I'm sorry. He's just...he's got a lot going on." Cora stares at him hard until the bell rings and the three go separate ways, apologies and forgiveness being muttered before they leave. "I really am sorry." Stiles really is sorry. He hates when Jackson goes off on his friends as well. He can take all the shoves and yells in the world, he understands but that doesn't mean it's okay for Jackson to go after his friend.

Stiles walks out of school, finding his way next to Scott and Cora. He smiles at Lydia, Allison and Issac. The three smile back lightly and Stiles stay quiet letting Lydia finish planning her project with Cora. Before sophomore year it was always Scott and Stiles but when Allison came to Beacon Hills High School that year it became ScottandAllison, Stiles, LydiaandJackson, Danny, CoraandIssac. After winter break that year they returned to school to two twins and once again everything changed. It became Scott, Stiles, IssacandAllison, Cora, LydiaandAiden, DannyadnEthan. Jackson slowly weaved his way into tiles pants and Scott slowly got closer to Cora. It was nice to be in a relationship, for the first few weeks.

"Bye, guys, see you tomorrow." He says waving and giving half a hug to Lydia, who frowned at him but hurried after Allison, heels clacking loudly. He smiles lightly at her before turning to the couple beside him. "Either of you sexy people need a ride? Cora? Scott?"

"Derek's picking me up today." Cora says, smiling up at him.

"I would love a ride though." Stiles clicks his tongue against his teeth, throwing an arm around Cora's shoulders.

"Too bad, bro, unless your girlfriends in it I'm not up for a ride on you." Cora laughs and Scott smiles raising his brows, causing Stiles to shrink. "Is he behind me?" Stiles hisses and Scott nods, smiling at his friend. "Is he in hearing distance?"

"I don't know Stiles, am I?" Stiles turns to look at Derek wide-eyed, following the older man's eyes to his hand, which he quickly retracted.

"I was totally joking." He jerks his thumb behind. "My boyfriend would kill me if I ever thought about having sex with your sister." Derek raises a brow before tuning to look at Cora who smiles.

"You ready to go?" She nods and pecks Scott on the cheek.

"Bye Scott, bye Stiles."

"Bye Cora, nice talking to you Derek." Derek grunts at him and leads his sister to his car, stiles turns to his friend. "One day, that man is going to just snap and kill people. And I'm probably number one on his list. I don't want to die Scott!" Scott snickers as he walks to Stiles' jeep. "I'm serious Scott. The rest of his family like me but he's going to like...rip my throat out of something." Scott laughs.

"He's not the Big Bad Wolf, Stiles. He's a human being." Stiles gets in his car, tossing his bag behind them. "An emotionally constipated human being but a human being none the less." And didn't Stiles know it. Derek Hale was almost like a freaking God. He was gorgeous. Stiles remembers being in love with Lydia and still drooling over the man, who used to go for runs with his sister Laura. Laura used to babysit Stiles after his mother got sick. Even then, a small part of Stiles just wanted to touch the man. But Derek was always dating. He date this girl named Kate, who was, funnily enough, Allison's aunt.

After Allison's mom had died, her father had moved her up her with her Aunt until he could get back on his feet. When he did get back on his feet Allison had begged to stay, since she found a group she fit in with here. He gave in easily and the family stayed. Stiles didn't like Kate but he thinks that's just because he was jealous. Even if he didn't have a shot with Derek because the man is older and did Stiles mention gorgeous. Stiles was...well, he was attractive but not ATTRACTIVE. The best he'd ever get is probably Jackson and he can live with that. Jackson was nice when he wanted to be and he was gorgeous too, almost like a model with perfect cheekbones.

"An emotionally constipated human being that wants to rip my throat out!" Stiles defends as he drives out of the parking spot, and driving. "You wanna come over or head home?" Stiles raises a brow and looks to Scott who grins.

"You're place definitely."

AN: So that's the first chapter. I hope you all like it, more to come. All mistakes are my own.

Constructive Criticism and advice is welcomed.