The sun shone through the dirty windows and into the soon-to-be crowded classroom. The shrill screech of the bell alerted the students it was time to finally enter the school and proceed towards their first class of the day.
Jackson was one of these students. He glared at the floor as he entered the room, throwing his supplies onto the floor and plopping down into his seat. His glare, no longer silently mauling the floor, had moved to the desk.
Jackson was thinking about someone in particular. Scott Effin' McCall.
Why can't I stop thinking about McCall? Idiot probably did something on purpose to make me think about him. *scoff* Seems right.
Jackson's jaw clenched as he thought of all the ways Scott was purposefully messing with him. Without warning, Jackson's head snapped up and towards the door, eyes wide.
Scott McCall had just entered the room. But something was… different about him. Almost… wrong.
Nothing appeared out of place physically; hair still perfect, jaw still lopsided and a smile to match, the air of ignorant confidence as he walked. Nothing seemed out of place but…
And then it hit Jackson. His scent.
Scott usually smelled of strawberries (seriously? What guy smells like strawberries, anyway?) but now he had an extra scent attached to him.
Then Jackson growled. This new scent, it wasn't something; it was someone.
Jackson's blood boiled at the thought. Because, really, why the hell does McCall smell like someone else? Sure, he smelled like Stiles a lot, but that's understandable: they're practically brothers.
But Jackson couldn't place this smell. It was new.
I don't like new…
Jackson watched through his eyelashes as Scott looked towards the door.
An expression of shock and recognition flashed across his face before he smiled and headed towards the door.
Jackson tried to look around Scott to see whom he was talking to but Scott blocked the other person almost entirely.
Dammit McCall. Why are you so broad? What the hell, Whittemore? Stop thinking of Scott like that. Oh great, now you're calling him Scott. Dammit!
Jackson finally realized he'd been staring at Scott when Scott smiled and waved as he sat down in his assigned seat.
Jackson swung around to face the front of the room and could feel his face heating up.
He blew out a sigh and thought: today's gonna be just great.
As soon as the bell rang, Jackson shot out of his seat and out the door of the classroom.
There, he waited until Scott exited and started following him. Jackson had every intention on finding whom the hell that scent belonged to but then he saw someone approach Scott.
A stocky-looking underclassman. Scott smiled as he swung his arm around the boy and began idly talking to him.
To Scott, it was just that sense of physical touch he maintained with everyone. Jackson could've easily gotten over that.
But it was the boy's reaction that just pissed him off.
The boy blushed, however slightly, and looked at Scott with wide eyes, interested in what he was saying.
Normal behavior.
The younger wasn't used to touch, that explained the blush and he was wide-eyed because he looked up to (both metaphorically and literally) the upperclassman.
But Jackson saw right through that pile of crap. Jackson gritted his teeth together, having an internal debate with himself.
He just looks up to Scott and is excited of having the attention of an upperclassman.
Oh, sure. Damn whore is excited, alright.
He looks so innocent though. He can't be into Scott.
Then why is he staring at him like that?
Jackson's debate was cut short as he passed Stiles's locker.
After Stiles closed his locker, Jackson threw him up against it, snarling in his face.
"Dude! What the hell is your problem?"
Jackson knew if he let him, Stiles would continue to rattle on so he got straight to the point.
"Who the hell is that?" He pointed towards Scott and the boy who had paused at Scott's locker so he could retrieve his calculus book.
Stiles looked over and then back at Jackson with a brow raised. "Liam Dunbar. He's a freshman. How could you not know? He's on the team. Wait, why do you even care?"
Jackson thought about it for a moment and then released Stiles, looking at the ground.
"I- I don't."
Stiles knew better. He smirked and looked Jackson in the eye. "What's the matter, Jacks? Big bad wolf realizing he has competition?" Jackson scowled at Stiles's smile and stalked off towards his next class, accidentally (if anyone asked) slamming his shoulder into the freshman as soon as Scott wasn't looking.
"What do you think of the new freshman?"
Jackson leaned forward to hear his best friend answer.
Danny looked up from his book and leaned back in the library chair.
He shrugged his shoulders before answering: "they're pretty cool, I guess."
Jackson shook his head. "No, freshman; singular; only one."
Danny furrowed his brows. "Which one? You do realize we got a lot of new freshmen, right?"
"The one that's on the team, Ethan or Ian, or something."
"Liam?"
Jackson almost scowled at his name.
Of course I know his name, Danny. How could you not tell I was trying to avoid saying it?
"Yeah…"
"He's pretty cool, why—"
Danny paused and smiled.
"Does this have to do with a certain co-captain you're pining after?"
Jackson reeled, his face becoming hysterically red. "What? What the hell are you talking about? I'm not pinning after McCall, he's a dumbass!"
Danny smiled.
"Then I guess you won't care that Liam asked me for advice on what to wear and how to act then, right?"
"What? What are talking about? Wear what and act how during what?"
Danny kicked his feet onto the table and began reading his book again, the smile never leaving his face.
"His date tonight with Scott."
Jackson sprang from his chair, getting directly in Danny's face before yelling: "HIS WHAT?"
After Jackson realized that people were staring now and he'd probably get kicked out anyway, he ran from the library and down the hall.
He needed to talk to this Liam guy.
Stiles plopped down next to Danny as he removed his feet from the table.
"I heard him yell across the school. How'd it go?"
"I think I just signed the poor kid up to die, Jackson looked pretty pissed…"
"Ah, don't worry. Scott will make sure he doesn't kill Liam. At least Jackson is getting over his complex and will, hopefully, tell Scott the truth instead of just staring at him like a creeper."
"Hey, he doesn't stare like a creeper!"
Stiles raised a brow at Danny.
"Okay. He stares. But not like a creeper."
"Sureeee."
Stiles chuckled before the final bell of the day cut him off. He gathered his things and headed towards the parking lot, ready to go to Scott's house.
This is definitely going to be interesting.
Okay. I got bored and this popped into my head. I couldn't decide whether to go with Liam or Derek, but in the end I went with Liam for no reason at all… This is going to be a two-shot, hope you enjoy it!