"I don't see what the big deal is," Jackson voice said in his ear.

Flopping back on to his bed, Danny ran a hand down his face.

He had spent most of the weekend trying to forget about what he saw at the Jungle on Friday, but he couldn't get it out of his head.

It was like it was stuck on repeat, and each time it replayed he got more curious. So he had called Jackson to complain, because the asshole up and left him, he should have to help him with a crisis.

"How are you not surprised by this?" He huffed at the phone pressed to his ear.

"Dude everyone knows Stilinski swings for both teams," Jackson explained, "honestly I'm surprised you didn't know. He had a massive crush on you. You kept ignoring him? We joked about it, remember?"

He did remember.

He'd complain to Jackson every time the boy had asked if he was attractive to gay guys, and they would complain to each other about the way Stiles would flail, his horrorible sense of style and they way he would sometimes stutter. They would make fun of every little quirk.

He thought Stiles was making fun of him or trying to turn him into an experiment.

One day they were talking about it at Danny's locker while he got his books. He had just told Jackson about the annoying hour he had spent in chemistry with the boy. Jackson made the comment that no one would find Stiles attractive with the way he acts let alone Danny, the Hawaiian laughed along right as Stiles walked passed his head down.

Danny hadn't felt bad at the time, he had felt like Stiles got what he deserved, trying to turn Danny into a stereotype.

"I thought he was making fun of me Jackson! I didn't know he liked me!" He snapped down the receiver before hanging up on his best friend trying to get his thoughts in order.

Stiles had stopped asking about him being attractive to gay guys after that, but he hadn't stopped annoying Danny. After the first few months of Danny he kind of stopped talking about anything other than their chem assignment and lacrosse.

Looking back Danny can't help but feel a bit self loathing.

He had been annoyed that the teen wouldn't leave him alone, when all the boy was trying to show him was that he still wanted to be his friend even if Danny didn't like him.

Groaning Danny resisted the urge to face palm.

Of course he finds all this out after having apparently rejecting Stiles and then seeing him move on with some blonde tool.

God, Stiles must hate him.