Jackson thought that today would be just like any other day at Beacon Hills High. The same old boring routine of getting up, driving to Lydia's house to pick her up, sitting through nine boring periods, going to lacrosse, and then going home exhausted. Even though he was the hottest and most popular guy in school, there's no question about that, the veneer of fame and popularity began to fade. Jackson longed for something more than his own small town reality, but he just couldn't escape the cold hard grasp of Beacon Hills.
Lydia got into the car, bitchy as always. "Jackson, why didn't you call me last night?" "I'm sorry, babe, I was up late after practice." "So what, are you cheating on me? With ALLISON? Or were you jacking off?! I guess I'm just not good enough for you anymore!" Jackson was beginning to tire of her ridiculous shenanigans. They became a staple of everyday life. In the morning she would accuse him of cheating or some other ridiculous scandal and he would just blow it off like it was nothing by this point. Besides, there wasn't any other girl in town nearly as hot as Lydia beside Allison, but he knew that cheating on Lydia would literally be the death of him. Breaking up with her would be just the same, if not worse, so he had to stay for his own sake. Where had the flame between them gone? Lydia was once lively and sexy. Now all she did was complain and whine, although she still did give good head.
First period provided a needed break from Lydia and her crazy antics. Global History was always a breeze for him, for most of the people in this backwater town were stupid anyways. Even the teachers barely graduated from college. After history came art, math, and the rest was a blur up until 7th period. Jackson was off, and God knows he needed time for himself, for that scrub Scott took all of his glory away from him on the lacrosse team. Jackson though, "This is it, i'm killing myself tonight." The pressure to be the best had gotten to him and slowly ate away at his inside, but then he felt a strange aura in the air.
As Jackson turned around, he saw a figure unfamiliar to his eyes. This hulking yet sexy guy came striding down the hallway cooly with his hands in his pockets. With each step the man's muscles flexed and contracted with such poise and grace. His perfect hair, golden eyes, and pale complexion rivalled that of any Scandinavian male model. Jackson new he found something in this man, but he couldn't wrap his mind around what. "Where is Scott McAull?" " I don't know." What did this stranger want to do with Scott. Jackson could feel the jealousy rising up from his very core, a primal almost animalistic instinct. "You're lying." "No I'm not" Bam! The stranger slammed Jackson's body into the lockers. Although he was shocked, Jackson felt a sense of pleasure that he hadn't felt in a while. The stranger's hands were warm and radiated heat. The force of the slam excited each and every nerve in his body, especially where it counts the most. These sensations, combined with the stranger's irresistible musk, enticed him from the very beginning. In the blink of an eye he was gone, and Jackson was all alone in the hallway.
Although he was only with him for a few fleeting seconds, Jackson felt an instant connection. Who was he? Where was he from? Jackson had never felt this way about anyone, not even Lydia. Killing himself was no longer an option. The stranger was his working week and his sunday rest. He was the sun, moon, and stars. The only reason Jackson could continue life was this one man, his one true shot at romance and his one last chance at redemption.
