Mirror

When Jackson looked in the mirror, he didn't see what people saw.

To everyone else he was the spoiled rich boy – which was true in most respects. They saw the charisma, the natural athleticism, the boy almost every girl wanted to date, the attractive man. All of them saw how he wasn't book smart but he could figure out problems when he needed to. And most of all, they saw the school bully who ran over everyone and anyone who got in his way.

That included people he liked – like Lydia who truly loved him but he used constantly and Danny who saw him as a friend.

But that's not what Jackson saw when he looked at himself. He wished it was but he never did.

Ever since he found out about his biological parents all he could see was a boy, cut out of his dead mother's stomach. He saw a child living a life he was never meant to have. The money, the influence, was never meant to be his. He was supposed to be some other couples child – a couple who died in a suspicious car accident before he was even born.

He saw a boy so screwed up he had to push people around or else he felt inferior. They helped him feel like he actually meant something – that he was better than what he was.

Jackson had money. He had popularity. He had charisma. But he was completely and utterly alone. And he knew it.