Title: Pretty boy and his wolf
Author: Jazzy
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I just own my story idea. These are Teen wolf characters.
Slash Couple: Jackson and Derek
Summary: Jackson is fed up and orders Derek Hale to change him into a werewolf! Lets see how well ordering an alpha male were wolf to do something goes.
Author Note: This is my first Teen wolf fan fiction. This is a RP that I did on my Jackson account. So I hope you all enjoy, please send me some reviews. BE NICE!
Author Note 2: I am going to delete my other story since I edited my first chapter and made it longer. So if you read this please read it again and review it. Thanks in advance.
Part 1
Jackson Whittmore has had a very stressful last few months. Frustrating so much that he thought his brain would have blown up, which thankfully it didn't, because he quite liked where his brain was. With pansy ass Scott McCall magically becoming strong and cool in their school with a blink of an eye was one of the reasons why he was so frustrated. He didn't understand how nobody at school could not see that something supernatural has happened to McCall. In the real world you are not a total loser one day, cowering when someone threatens to punch you and the next day all bad ass at lacrosse and being so good at the game that he was nearly as good as himself. Scott was so good that the couch gave him co captain position, which pissed Jackson off. It took awhile to figure out what was going on, and Derek fucking Hale scratching him helped with his plan to find out what really happened to Scott McCall.
If finding out that werewolves really existed was not enough, he also seemed to hate Scott even more then he originally did. He preferred the wussy version of McCall. He hated sharing co captain with the guy, and it angered him that he was a werewolf when Jackson was not. It didn't just frustrate and stress him out, it also annoyed the hell out of him. What was so great about Scott McCall, why did he get to become a powerful cool ass werewolf? Jackson wanted to get bitten and turn into a werewolf, he wanted to become even better at the game, become even more handsome and strong and popular, not that he was not all of those things. He was the most popular guy of Beacon High and was proud of himself to earn that title. Nobody could take that from him, not even McCall. Scott was a total loser and had no muscles one day and the next he was a fucking wolf. How unfair was that?
Jackson would never admit it out loud but he was jealous of Scott, and that made him hate the werewolf even more. Another thing that pissed him off was that he even decided to play nice and help kill the alpha to 'save the world'. Help save Scott and fucking Derek and what did he get? A thank you Jackson? A slap on the back? A hug? A punch in the face? A fucking bite mark that would turn him into a werewolf? NOTHING! He got nothing! Jackson never got anything and it angered him so much. He would have at least appreciated a thank you even if he got punched before or after that said thank you.
Jackson was so angry that currently he was in his car speeding towards the Hales house in the woods. He knew he was being a moron and that Derek Hale could kill him in a heartbeat, but he honestly didn't give a shit. Jackson honestly thought that Derek owed him and the bastard was going to pay up one way or another! Hopefully the night would end with a bite mark or two or three. Whose counting? He wouldn't mind getting several bite marks all over his body by the gorgeous alpha wolf.
Jackson growled, speeding faster towards the house. "Snap out of it ass hole, get your mind out of the fucking gutter! We are not thinking about sex right now, it was time to get what we want. To become a werewolf."He sighed, slapped his hand hard against the steering wheel, he didn't jump when his horn went off. "You moron!" He rolled his eyes, rubbed his face and sighed. 'I can't believe that I was just talking to myself.'He thought. A few minutes later he parked in front of the house, saw no car there but that didn't stop him, because he wasn't even sure if the werewolf even had a car.
Jackson got out of the car, slammed the door as hard as he could angry, biting his lip from scolding himself for slamming his own babies precious car. Jackson then stormed up to the door and knocked onto the wooden door hard. "DEREK HALE! I KNOW YOU ARE HOME SO GET THE FUCK OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"Jackson growled, continuing to punch the door hard. "I'll kick this door down if you don't answer me or show your face damn it!"He snarled and punched the door once again. Jackson then lifted his foot up, was getting ready to kick the door down, when a thought came to him. 'If I kick the door down, won't the whole house finally collapse to the floor? Seriously what was the stupid bastard doing living in that shit hole?'He thought. The young teen then placed his foot back down, then slammed the door open, then shut, growling as he ran inside. "I decided not to destroy your house even more then it already was you old bastard, so be a man and show yourself and give me what I came here for NOW!"He roared.
Derek Hale was upstairs lying on his bed in his bedroom, the only room of the house that he bothered to fix up after the fire. He was trying to get some rest, because he had a busy day and was beyond exhausted. He realized it was still too early in the day to go to bed for the whole night, but he couldn't keep his eyes open. It didn't take long for the werewolf to fall asleep. When he woke up startled he glanced at his clock beside his bed and realized he had only been asleep for thirty minutes. Derek sat up, blinking his eyes a few times, trying to figure out what the hell had just woken him up.
Derek's red eyes glowed as he looked around his bedroom, he then climbed off his bed, stalking to his bedroom window and looked outside trying to figure out what he heard. Derek scowled trying to remember what it sounded like, he sniffed the air then he realized that someone was outside his house knocking hard on his front door. He tried to identify the scent, he knew that it was a male, the scent smelled awfully familiar. Derek then realized who the scent belonged to when he heard Jackson scream at him, pounding on the door, soon he knew that the teenager was in his house and he was still yelling.
'Old bastard'?
Derek snarled at being called an old bastard. He ran outside of his room, only in his black jeans, and hopped over his stairs, landing on his feet in a squat. He then stood up straight, rushed towards Jackson then gripped the teen's leather jacket, pulling him off of his feet, then slamming him against the front door, growling at him. "This old bastard if not as deaf as you think you little brat!"He seethed through his teeth in anger. "What you are doing on my property?"He asked, "Answer wisely or you'll be very sorry little boy!"He warned, by growling in Jackson's face.
Jackson stood in front of Derek, he was even more angry right now that he was seething through his teeth. The bastard had the nerve to call him a brat. So he kind of liked the werewolf calling him that, but Derek Hale didn't need to know that! It angered him that he would even like the stupid name coming from the werewolf to begin with. Sure the older guy was hot but so what? He was not here to get all excited with stupid names that the wolf named him, he was here for what he wanted. 'And just what was it that you wanted Jax?'He thought, then growled out loud. 'Not the time for this shit.' Jackson sighed once again through his teeth, continuing to glare at Derek.
"Did you just call me a fucking BRAT? I am NOT a brat!"Jackson growled, not once turning his glare from Derek's form. "And what do I want?"Jackson asked, chuckling, "I'll tell you what I want."Jackson said, not allowing his eyes to go south of Derek's face. Not wanting to be distracted at how hot the wolf really was. Jackson snarled at Derek, lifting his nose up in the air. "I want a lot of things, but what I want mostly only you can give me."
Jackson pushed Derek away from him, surprised when the werewolf allowed that and then started pacing for several minutes thinking, not once looking at the werewolf. He knew that Derek was most likely glaring a hole in his head and that he could attack him any minute and he didn't really care. 'Alright so he did care. He didn't want to die, he just desperately wanted to become a werewolf.'He thought. 'It really wouldn't be so bad if he attacked you huh Jax?'He growled inwardly once again at his train of thoughts, then spun around and stormed right up to Derek and shoving the wolf against the door. "I am really getting sick of waiting around for you to man up and fucking turn me damn it!"Jackson spat. "What are you waiting for Derek? I helped you guys at the end. You got to kill the alpha. Scott is stuck being a wolf for the rest of his life, boo fucking woo! Like his life was perfect when he was a human?What about me? I actually 'want' to be a werewolf. He doesn't, he is a traitor! "He asked, glaring at Derek.
Derek chuckled, "And why the hell should I care what you want brat?"He asked, amused, folding his arms over his chest. "You only helped because you wanted something for yourself, and when you didn't get it you came to me bitching and demanding to be bitten! Why should I turn you? Why would I want a brat like you in my pack?"He snarled.
"I earned it damn it! I didn't have to help you Derek, I chose to help you! I actually 'want' to become a werewolf, when some people don't get a choice."Jackson stated.
Derek sighed, rubbing his head in annoyance. "You are aggravating me Jackson!"He glared at the teenager. Derek ignored Jackson and decided to tell him a few things that he wants in order for him to change the young teenager. "There are three things that I want and if you do those three then maybe I will consider giving you the bite."He said, clearing his throat. "First I want you to stop fighting with Scott, second you will need to learn to respect me and obey everything that I say, since I will be your pack more being a prick! Third you will respect everyone else in the pack and will help them if they are in need. You also must come to me or one of the other wolves if you are in trouble and need help. Don't let your fucking pride get in the way!"Derek ordered, glaring at Jackson.
"Now I want you to leave and don't bother to ever come back here again unless I invite you too. I'll come to you, but for now get the FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"He growled, then stormed back up his stairs, walking into his bedroom, then slamming the shut. "Fucking spoiled rich bastard."He snarled, punching his door making a hole. "Can't I ever get away from these bratty children?"He asked, out loud sighing.
Jackson stood listening to the alpha wolf, biting his lip to keep his mouth shut. He couldn't help but to always feel like he is on fire around Derek. It wasn't just the wolf thing either. He was just so gorgeous and powerful. He demanded respect and quite honestly Derek was the type of person that deserved it, but nobody gave him respect, not even he did. Jackson was not lying, it would be hard to just trust and respect this man, this wolf. But he had to do what he had to do in order to get what he wanted. To make his dream come true.
Jackson was glad that Derek didn't order him to become friends with Scott, he never could be that guys friend. He could promise not to have wolf wolf fights with Scott, but nothing would make him not run his fucking mouth to the ass if he wanted to. Jackson would try his hardest to do what Derek demanded of him. It would be hard, but thats life. You got to work hard in the real world for the things that you want, things you dream of. Nothing comes free.
Jackson snorted at Derek's house comment, then snarled at his 'spoiled brat' comment. 'What are you so upset about boy? You like it when he calls you spoiled brat. Not sure why, but you do.'He thought. Jackson watched Derek walk up the stairs. He ignored the 'get the fuck out of my house' comment for a minute. Then he couldn't help it and he snorted. "You call this dump a house?"He asked, and then bit his lip so hard that he tasted blood. 'Gee why don't you anger the werewolf some more Jax? How about we run up those stairs, barge into Derek's bedroom and yell at him some more?'He thought, then added. 'I wouldn't want to fall through the stairs and hurt myself. This house isn't safe.' He inwardly chuckled, his bantering thoughts amused him, though he did feel bad. Jackson knew what happened to Derek Hales family and it was awful.
Jackson didn't listen to Derek's order right away. Instead he stood there for five minutes, gazing towards where Derek disappeared too. His bottom lip was still being tortured between his sharp teeth. He cringed when he swallowed some of his blood. Jackson then sighed extra loudly, just so Derek would be sure to hear him. He then gave a little bow, even though Derek couldn't see him ."As you wish you highness."Jackson snorted, then spun around, opened the door and stood in the doorway. "Have nice dreams of chasing pool little kittens around!"He chuckled, amused, then walked outside. "I'll be back dog."He then walked to his door, then opened up his car and hopped into it and drove off. "Now we have to play nice to not only Derek, but to Scott. Guess theirs always Stiles to piss off."He smirked.
TBC: More soon. Please review.