Jackson shot through the hallway, dodging other students as they rushed to exit the building. He wasn't exactly sprinting, but he was by no means just walking.
His jaw was set, face red, and eyes lit with a fiery passion he'd never felt before: jealousy.
He headed to Scott's last class of the day, hoping to catch him (and possibly beat the shit out of him) before he left. He got to the classroom only to find the door shut and locked, and the light that should have been coming through the window of the door was absent.
Jackson cursed and punched the door, almost putting a hole through it had he not (somewhat) restrained himself.
He spun around and discreetly sniffed at the air around him. He faintly smelled Scott, but there were too many other scents to be able to track him. He ran, this time in a full (human-speed) sprint to the main doors of the school and burst through them.
He made it out just in time to see Scott on his motorcycle leaving the school parking lot. What he saw next made him shake with anger.
That freshman was on the back of Scott's motorcycle, hands wrapped around his waist, and a huge grin on his face.
"ARRGH!" Jackson smashed his fist into the brick of the school, shattering it into dozens of tiny pieces of debris.
His breathing became harsh as he tried to calm down; his eyes began to glow and his claws dug into the palms of his hands.
After a few seconds, he heard Danny's voice: "Right. Totally not pinning after him."
Jackson turned to see Danny leaning on the opposite wall of the previously shattered one, a smirk on his face.
Danny blinked and pointed to Jackson's Porsche.
"Are you gonna give me ride home or not?"
Jackson breathed in deep, and then let it out. "Yeah."
Once they were both in the vehicle, Jackson started the engine and sat there, hands on the steering wheel.
"You okay?"
Jackson nodded.
A smirk formed on his face and he turned to Danny.
"When Ian—"
"Liam—"
"Whatever. When he asked for advice on their… date… did he mention where they were going?"
"Well, duh. But what does that… No. No, Jackson you can't!"
Jackson's smirk widened. "Oh yes. Yes I can."
The dimly lit restaurant was alive with the sounds of idle chatter, laughter, and silverware hitting porcelain plates.
Liam frowned slightly and pulled at the collar of his button-up shirt. He didn't feel like he belonged here. All around him were high-class people, and he felt like all of them were staring at him, judging him.
He glanced nervously around the room and swallowed the bile that had somehow built in his throat. He thought about leaving.
And then Scott grabbed his hand, causing him to look up at that crooked grin. Liam smiled back, forgetting about how uncomfortable he felt just a few seconds ago.
"Look. I know you're probably uncomfortable being here, trust me I am too, but I really want you to try and have a good time."
Liam's smile got larger as he listened to Scott talk. Scott's voice always calmed him. He would never admit it out loud (that would give Scott too much to brag over…) but Scott wasn't only his Alpha, but he was his anchor as well.
Liam pushed the thought from his mind, No werewolf stuff. Just me, Scott, and a fancy dinner.
He was about to reply when another voice beat him to it: "McCall? Fancy seeing you here."
Liam looked up from Scott to see a tall blonde guy with a strong jaw (which seemed to be clenched for some reason) staring right back at him.
Liam had seen him somewhere before but he couldn't quite place a name to him.
Scott furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the man.
"Uh, hey Jackson… What are you doing here?"
Jackson! That's his name! I think he's in the same grade as Scott.
"I'm here with—"
"Me!"
A strawberry blonde popped out from behind him. It was Lydia. Lydia knows this guy, too? Does everyone know him but me?
Liam is pretty sure the blonde guy—Jackson—is staring him down but Scott doesn't notice, he just smiles at Jackson before speaking.
"Awesome." At this point he seems to notice Jackson stare.
"OH! I don't think you guys have met yet! Liam this is Jackson; Jackson… this is Liam."
As he says Liam's name the second time, he looks back at him with a big dopey grin that makes Liam blush.
Jackson is glaring at him and yeah… his jaw is definitely clenched.
Liam clears his throat and excuses himself to the restroom.
(One Hour Earlier)
Jackson threw another shirt onto his bed, moving towards the closet for another. After he chose one, he held it up in front of him as though he were wearing it and looked at Lydia, who resided stretched out on his bed, holding her head up with her hand.
She wrinkled her nose.
"Too dark. The restaurant they're going to has ambient lighting so you need to wear a bright color. I suggest green as it's Scott's favorite color."
Jackson threw the shirt onto the bed and scowled at the girl. "Why would I care what McCall's favorite color is?"
Lydia rolled her eyes before standing and walking to Jackson's closet and picking through a few things.
"Because that's who you're trying to impress—"
"I am not trying to impress Scott!"
Lydia stopped her movements and smirked at Jackson.
He furrowed his brows. "What?"
Lydia shrugged and turned back to the closet, still smiling.
"Oh, nothing. Just that you called him Scott instead of McCall."
Jackson groaned before falling backwards onto the bed with a grunt.
"Why does everyone think I'm pinning after him? First Danny, now you."
Lydia scoffed. "A, because it's true and B, you asked me to come over and help you. I assume you also want me to go to the restaurant with you as an excuse for you to be there. Or have you not thought that far ahead yet?"
Jackson blushed and mumbled under his breath, "Damn genius-complex."
Lydia replied as she threw a black V-neck T-shirt and a green button-up, "Heard that. Now shut up and go change, deodorize, and don't use cologne. You may be used to it because you've worn it forever but Scott's not and with his werewolf nose, it'll give him a migraine and we don't need an enraged, slightly delusion Alpha running around."
Jackson sighed as he slipped the button-up over the black tee, rolling the sleeves to his elbows. He looked into the mirror at his blue eyes.
Look at yourself, Whittemore. Basically stalking your co-captain.
It's not stalking, it's just…
Just what?
"Anytime you're done arguing in there, we need to go. It takes thirty minutes to get there."
Jackson chuckled. Lydia really was his best friend, besides Danny of course.
Jackson splashed some water on his face and opened the door, walking out to leave with Lydia.
(Current Time)
Liam had just left his spot in front of Scott's booth when Jackson suggested they have a 'double date thing.'
Scott, not being one to be rude (although he really wanted to be alone with Liam), didn't turn him down. Well, actually, he tried. But as he started to respond, Jackson grabbed Lydia's arm and drug her down into the booth with him.
Lydia tried to speak but Jackson glared at her, causing her to roll her eyes and look at the menu a waitress had just brought.
No one spoke.
Jackson cleared his throat.
"So… um… you ready for Friday Night's game?"
Scott raised his eyebrow at the stifled grunt Jackson gave after he asked the question. Jackson turned his head towards Lydia and glared.
She smiled innocently.
Scott was completely unaware of the fact that Lydia elbowed Jackson in the gut, and rammed her high heel-clad foot onto Jackson's simultaneously.
Always one to get her point across, thought Jackson.
Liam came back and stared awkwardly before Scott, giving an apologetic smile, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the booth beside him.
Liam, being the awkward teenager he is, fell almost directly on top of Scott.
They sat there for a second before laughing, seemingly forgetting the couple across from them.
Jackson's jaw clenched at the sight.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
AND HE FINALLY UPDATES. Sorry about the wait… school and whatnot. I've been feeling like writing lately so hopefully another update will come this week. Hope you like it so far!