Jackson was always good at getting what he wanted. Nothing ever seemed too far beyond his grasp. He mostly attributed this to his incessant desire to be better than everyone else and his steadfast dedication to perfection. Everyone else would probably say it was because of his charming attitude and good looks.

Jackson certainly couldn't deny that these aspects were extremely helpful, especially when it came to romantics. One quick flash of his perfect teeth and all the girls swooned. Even some guys too. There really wasn't anyone who could resist Jackson.

Except for one person. And it drove him crazy. Out of everyone in Beacon Hills, just one person couldn't even give Jackson the time of day.

Stiles Stilinski.

The brunette boy was so lost in his own world that not even Jackson's perfect smile could catch his attention. And for some reason, this made Jackson furious. He wasn't exactly sure why it mattered to him so much, but it just did. He needed Stiles to like him, or at least pay attention to him.

Which is how Jackson got himself into this mess in the first place.

Jackson leaned up against Scott's locker, trying desperately to control himself while the shaggy-haired boy made up some awfully lame excuse about why he'd be missing lacrosse practice that day. Obviously Jackson knew it was so he could hang out with Allison, so he was pissed. They saw each other every day during school. They practically ate each other's faces instead of their food at lunch. So why did he need to skip practice to hang out with her?

"Listen McCall," Jackson began, "We've been state champions for to past 3 years. I'm not going to let you fuck that up by skipping practice. You better have your ass on that practice field today or –"

His impending treat was cut off by the 2 minute warning bell. He was just about to begin speaking again when Stiles turns the corner.

"Scott, I found the greatest thing ever last night, like literally, it's awesome!" Stiles ranted, without so much as a hello or a nod in Jackson's direction.

Jackson rolled his eyes at Stiles' babble and waited for him to finish – which seemed like forever – before continuing to threaten Scott. "Seriously McCall, show up to practice or I'll kick your ass."

As he turned to leave for class, he made brief eye contact with Stiles. He was giving him this glare, but the blond barely had enough time to determine what type of glare it was before Stiles whipped his head back around to talk to his best friend.

"What's his problem?" Jackson grumbled to himself as he walked away. Shit like that happened all the time. Stiles never said anything to him unless it was necessary. He never really looked in the blonde's direction. He just acted weird around Jackson. Not that it was really saying anything; Stiles was actually kind of weird.

Jackson hated that it bothered him so much. He hated the fact that Stiles couldn't look him in the eye for more than a second. It killed him that the brunette never spoke to him in the hallways at school or hung out around his locker or joked around with him at lunch.

But the absolute worst part was that he didn't know why Stiles mattered to him. There were plenty of other people in Beacon Hills who practically kissed the ground Jackson walked on. But he didn't care about those people anymore. He just wanted Stiles to like him.

And Jackson Whittemore always gets what he wants.