Crash! Crash!
Startled awake, the brunette sat upright in his seat against the desk. Stray papers stuck to the side of his face but he quickly peeled them away and placed them back on the scattered surface. He'd been up for two days straight, cramming for an upcoming test that was an important part of his grade. The male had finally fell asleep, though the neighbor in the next dorm was being a little too loud. Another crashing sound caught his ears and he tapped on the wall with a bit of force.
"You mind keeping it down in there? I'm studying!" He scoffed slightly at the end of his words.
Shaking his head, a large sigh escaped him as another scuffling sound echoed into his dorm room.
"That's it." He rose from his seat and strolled over to the doorway.
Normally, he was the type of guy to run from confrontations. Or, rather from confrontations with guys that were much bigger than he was. Granted, he had a lot of sarcasm swirling behind the surface, he knew he couldn't take a blow if his neighboring classmate decided to whack him a good one.
Chestnut hues darted around the hallway. Finding it empty, the brunette moved towards his neighbor's door. However, the knob seemed to be busted in, the door slightly cracked open. When another bang sounded, the male wasted no time in retrieving his baseball bat from his dorm and he hurried back to the other room. Was his classmate in trouble? Was there an intruder in his room? His thoughts began to madly spin, question upon question filling his core.
Licking his lower lip slightly, his body shook with anticipation as another clap shook the floor. As he inched towards the cracked door, he took a deep breath and readied himself for whatever was waiting behind the door frame for him. Shoving the door wide open, he found the light haired brunette and scoffed.
"What the hell, Stilinski?" The fit male eyed him with annoyance, his brow furrowing slightly as a puzzled look draped his features.
"Uh," The other male began. "Well isn't this awkward." He cleared his throat and glanced at his readied baseball bat before he lowered it and hid it behind his back, a smug look crossing his face. He noted that the room was a mess, trashed even, though he wasn't sure how it looked as ragged as it had. He also took notice of the classmate's skin dripping with water, obviously he'd just showered.
"I love what you've done with the place, Jackson. Really, it's nice. Why's it such a mess, anyway?"
"None of your business, Stilinski. What prompted you to stick your nose where it didn't belong?"
"You know, that's a good question. Actually, I heard sounds of a struggle and noticed your door knob was busted."
Jackson let out a small chuckle. "And you thought I was in trouble?"
Pausing, the brunette shook his head quickly. "No?" After another pause he rambled, "You couldn't be in trouble. You're Jackson Whittemore. Like you'd ever need a helping hand." And with that, he discarded the baseball bat into the hallway with a flick of his wrist. Bringing the now empty hand to the back of his head, he squinted and scratched his neck.
"You look like an idiot, Stiles." Jackson commented, crossing by the smaller male before he grasped the black tank top off his bed. Pulling it over his head, he waited for the other male to respond but it fell silent.
"Yeah? Well your room looks like shit." Stiles shot back, thinking it was a good comeback.
Jackson smirked with another chuckle. "Yeah, okay. Good one, Stilinski." An ounce of sarcasm laced his tone. "I'll clean it later. You can go now."
Rolling his eyes, Stiles took his leave and scurried back to his dorm. "Ass."
Once the coast was clear, Jackson walked over to examine the door and the broken knob. Worry flickered through jade eyes. How was he going to explain this one to the school? For now, he'd have to shut the door to the best of his ability. Pacing back to his desk, he found a door stopper and placed it underneath the crack of the door. As he rose from his kneeling position, he winced in pain.
Crossing to the bathroom, he shut the door behind himself and flicked the light on. Making his way to the mirror, he lifted the hem of his tank top to reveal a deep gash in his right side. Thank God Stiles hadn't seen it or he'd never get the annoying male out of his room.
Wincing slightly, he covered it back up. What was he going to do? Fear drenched his insides, crawled through his bones. Jackson swallowed a thick, dry lump down his throat.
Crunching through the leaves in the woods, his legs felt as if they were about to give out. His breathing became ragged, each inhale hurt his lungs before he exhaled. Still, he continued to race through the dense forest without another thought residing in the back of his mind. A nasty snarl could be heard behind him, paw pads following much too close. The ravenous wolf was gaining on him and within seconds, the animal was snapping at his heels.
Jackson struggled to run quicker, cursing his high school years in lacrosse, it didn't matter; he couldn't outrun the animal. He managed to find a clearing before he charged through another thick part of the forest. Before he could exit the woods, he tripped and the wolf lunged right at him. Eyes widened and Jackson became paralyzed; every ounce of his body shook with fear. The wolf was so close to his face, he could smell the dampened fur from the rain, the saliva of the creature spilled onto the college student.
Before he could process what was happening, the wolf bit right into his flesh and Jackson yelled out in pain. The animal began clawing at him, managing to scratch a deep wound in the side of his torso. Scrambling, he managed to kick the wolf right off of him and sent it flying into a nearby tree. He stumbled to his feet and without one last glance, he ran out into the middle of the road, waving his hands at an oncoming car.
Choking in a breath, Jackson was startled awake and the rays of the sun crashed over his body, seeping in from the open blinds. Cold sweat clung to the nape of his neck and his forehead. He quickly pressed his hands to his body, realizing it was all just a dream – a nightmare. Lifting his tank top, he examined the area he'd been scratched and bitten. There was nothing there. His fingers traced the injury he had sustained but only slid across smooth skin.
"What the.." He trailed off before looking around his room in panic.
