Unimpressed.

Unimpressed. Adjective. Not having a favourable opinion.

In a word, that summed up Reese's opinion of Jackson Whitmore. Captain, Co-Captain of the lacrosse team. Jackson Whittemore was a lot of things. A pretentious douche bag was one of them. Conceited asshole was another. Smug. Over confident to the point of beyond cocky or even cute. More of a jerk than anything. And currently (this was a new one) he was single. He and Lydia had broken up (again and that was nothing really new) and now he prowled the halls like the ferocious, over sexualised asshat he was. His eyes trailed after anyone, especially If Lydia happened to be watching him. Reese never really understood what the red head saw in Jackson anyway, he was, as previously mentioned, an asshat and well… she could be kind of a bitch. But Lydia was brilliantly smart. She could probably run a mile around anyone else in their school if she ever bothered to show it.

But in hindsight, Reese didn't know anything about them at this point. To her, they were just that couple that everyone knew. The popular, attractive people who got everything and anything they wanted. Who lived in flash houses with fancy cars (who didn't know that Jackson drove a Porsche?). The kind of people who'd be the ones shoving her in the halls if they all weren't so afraid of catching 'germs' from her. The kind of people who took one look at her slightly terrible skin, frizzy blonde hair and goth boots and laughed when they thought she was out of earshot. No, they didn't have courtesy to wait until then. Reese Todd would look at those type of people and feel many things. A horrible anger, slowly burning jealousy and eventually sadness. Behind all her tough words and almost scary appearance, Reese was a lot more soft and squishy. When someone deliberately bumped into her, sending her flying to the floor, she felt it. Even if she shrugged it all off and hurled a dozen angry curses at them for doing it. When people watched her, as she had to walk through the school with her head high and act like she didn't feel the weight of people's stares on her, she felt it.

She didn't dress normally. It was her choice, like it had been her choice to not always bother with her hair. But she just wished that people wouldn't stare at her like she was some kind of freak. Like she wasn't some weird punk girl. Like she wasn't just a world away. Reese didn't, in any way, claim to be popular. In fact, she didn't really have any friends. Aside from the other people who had no one to sit with. A reject and she didn't do anything to change that. Always trying to herself that she had to be okay in her own company before she was in anyone else's. Truth was, she wasn't really okay in her own company. But there was an almost iron strength mask that would never let that show to anyone. If she was really, really honest with herself. She was like any other teenager in her school. Save for the werewolves of course, but really Reese didn't know about those either. She wasn't exactly attuned to the supernatural. She had enough going on in her own world.

As always, she stood alone in her locker, switching out her maths books for her English, blonde hair pulled back into a couple of plaits, chunky boots pushing her another few inches off the floor - adding to her average five five height. The tartan skirt she wore was short, but the thick black tights revealed nothing and the dark, mottled grey hoodie hung long over her arms. In fact, it was her older brother's and it was too big for her all around, hanging so low that from behind her skirt was nearly invisible, but Reese cared little for it. As she always said to herself, 'I dress for me'. Her brother wouldn't even really notice it was gone. He'd moved out long ago (that was the story, if anyone asked) and last she saw he was high off of his ass. Reese didn't like to think of that. She was practically done with her locker, as the dull green door slammed shut right before her, narrowly avoiding cutting her fingers clean off. "fuck!" she jumped backwards, lifting a hand to her heart and steely grey eyes narrowed to look at whoever had slammed it for her.

"Ah, good to know I have your attention" That cold, calm voice replied to her. The king of asshattery himself; Jackson Whittemore. Reese's hand lifted to her heart, trying to calm it. She shook her head, blonde mane trembling with the movements.

"What do you want?" She demanded, staring at him - defiant not to crack or bend to anything he said with that stupid voice of his. Her own voice was equally cold and hard, laced with contempt. But Jackson didn't seem to be bothered by that, in fact (much to Reese's disdain) he took it in stride. A cocky smirk was curling over his lips,

"Well, I'm not gonna lie to you. I've been dared to pretty much make anyone who sucks a prom queen in order to spite my girlfriend and they picked you. Because you're a mess. But, you have to agree to it, so what do you say?" he explained, nodding his head a little. Reese had no idea what her expected her to do, but she bit back the tears that threatened to fall (she was always an easy crier), swallowed any rising hitch in her throat and took a breath.

"Okay, I'm not gonna lie either, Jackson. You're pretty attractive. Like, your face could belong on vogue" the teenager nodded, growing more confident as she went on, "And your grades aren't terrible. You have an okay sense of style and you know how to dress yourself. You're Co-captain of the lacrosse team which is doing phenomenally in the tournament." that co captain stung him and Reese could see it. But she pushed on with her point, "But the thing is… you're kind of an asshole, and that isn't impressive or attractive in the slightest" She laughed a little, it was a little bit of an empty laugh and it didn't soften her point. "So… Fuck. You." And Reese walked away, holding her head high as she kept her aging, broken backpack hitting against her side.

Jackson stared on after her, as everyone else passed him and didn't seem to notice how hard those last two sentences stung him. He lived his entire life trying to impress people, and now some reject bitch had the nerve to talk to him like that? And walk away from him? Without him having the last word? "Well screw you! I'm everyone's type!" But somehow, Jackson knew she heard the emptiness behind his words as much as he did.

Hey there! Pheebs here!

Okay, so i've currently got no idea when this is set. Maybe I'll figure it out later, maybe it's just slightly AU from the canon timeline i don't know. Buuuut, yes i'm guilty of making a Teen Wolf OC. I hope to god Reese doesn't become a Mary Sue (please tell me if she does, just not visciously because y'know, i'm happy to take criticism.) This also WON'T be a Jackson/Oc story. I hope that they'll more or less become bro's or something.

Also, yes this may be slightly (majorly) inspired by cheest ninties movies like "She's all that" and "10 things i hate about you" so forgive me if you don't like cheesy nineties movies crossed with horribly angsty tv shows. Anyway, reviews, would be nice please if you don't mind. Thanks for making it this far!