Author's note: This takes place after "The Tell" and "Heart Monitor" I know I'm behind but I love Jackson and I wanted to come up with a new character for him. This is my first story so please be nice. I hope you like. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.

He stared at the horror his face had become. The cuts on his neck burned unbearably. What's wrong with me? Jackson himself could barely even look at himself anymore. He stood in front of the mirror in the boy's locker room afraid to let anyone see him.

"Found you," A beautifully horse voice said with a laugh. Shocked Jackson turned to look at the voice. He saw the little girl standing only a few yards away he felt relieved yet even more worried.

"You know you're not supposed to be in here," Jackson scolded jokingly. He'd known her since he was eleven and he moved here. When they first met she had been tossing a lacrosse ball up against a brick wall. Jackson wondered what she was doing and went to investigate.

"Hey whatcha doing?" He asked the brown haired. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm playing lacrosse of course." She said not even bothering to look at Jackson.

"Um…what exactly is that?" This time the girl stopped whipping the ball at the wall and stared at Jackson with her beautiful green eyes.

"If you ever want to get anywhere in this town, then I suggest you learn to play," She told him harshly and Jackson rode his bike home. That night he went to the store and bought a fifty dollar lacrosse stick and practiced until he couldn't fell his arm. The next day he rode to the yard where to find the girl in the very same position.

"Hey um I was uh wondering if you um wanted to like give me some pointers?" Jackson asked timidly. Without taking a break she flung the ball at Jackson and it hit him straight in the shoulder.

"Ow," He growled at her. She shrugged,

"Not yet." Jackson went back to his house and practiced throwing and catching and then went back to the girl in the morning. "How about now?" the girl looked at him and slowly nodded her head.

"I'm Maggie," She stuck out her hand.

"Jackson," He said grasping it. They played catch till dark every day that summer and every summer until eighth grade when Maggie moved to Boston.

"Mags I don't see why you have to go," Jackson said the night before she moved.

"Jackson you know why," he just scowled at her.

"Fine go, abandon me here in this stupid town," He yelled and stormed away from her. Jackson hadn't seen Maggie until tonight. She showed up and dropped the bomb that she was moving back. He thought he would have been mad that she never came to see him and only called once a year, but when he saw her it was amazing. He had been walking with Lydia in the hallway and she was getting a tour with the principle. He would have recognized her green eyes anywhere. Lydia was nothing compared to her. The second Jackson realized who she was he ran up to her leaving Lydia standing alone. Coming back from his memory he remembered where he was. Jackson was standing shirtless in the boys' locker room with claw marks on his back next to Maggie. He turned away from Maggie and glanced in the mirror. That was his first mistake.

"Jackson what's on your neck?" He didn't realize she could see the gash. Suddenly she walked up to him. He instantly covered the cut with his hand. Maggie stared at him with her magical green eyes,

"Do you trust me?" Hesitantly he slowly uncovered his neck. Maggie stood behind him on her tippy toes and put her cool fingers on Jackson's shoulders. She looked at his neck for a few minutes before saying anything, "I have an idea but you're going to have to trust me." And he did trust her. That was his second mistake.