Peyton's POV

After about 10 minutes of crying in a bathroom stall, I decided I should probably go to class. I unlocked the stall and went up to the mirrors and saw the tears hadn't messed up my makeup that much.

I fixed everything and straightened my clothes and hair then walked out into the hallway.

By then, everyone had already made their way into their homerooms. I made my way to my locker to get my books and go to my homeroom. I dreaded going to class so much, mainly because I had it with Jackson. Thankfully, Stiles was in there too.

I turned to the doorknob to my homeroom and felt all eyes turn to me as I walked in.

"Nice of you to join us, Ms. McCall." Mr. Harris said.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly.

I turned and saw Jackson sitting near the fron with the seat next to him open, which was for me. Two rows over and near the back was Stiles smiling at me with a seat open beside him. I decided I would avoid Jackson and sit with Stiles. I walked right past Jackson and sat beside Stiles.

Stiles leaned over and whispered, "We know about what happened this morning him."

I had a stunned look on my face when I turned and asked, "What did my brother say?"

"He's really upset. He wants to rip Jackson's head off. Literally."

I just sat there with my mouth gaping.

"Is he mad at me?"

"No, oh God no. If he's mad about anything he's mad about you still being with him."

I started to tremble and Stiles noticed. He put his hand on my thigh in a comforting way.

Stiles' POV

If only Peyton knew how fast my heartbeat was going just because of a simple touch.

I hated to have to admit this to myself, but I am in love with my best friend's little sister. And I can't tell anyone. Not Scott. Not Peyton for sure.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I saw Mr. Harris hadn't heard it so I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

It was a text from Jackson. This can't be good.

Get your hands off my girl.

I looked up and saw Jackson staring at me.

I smirked at him and turned my attention to the teacher.

Peyton's POV

I was so glad when the final bell rang. I had managed to avoid Jackson the whole day. Now all I have to do is wait for Scott and Stiles to finish lacrosse practice.

I'm sitting on the bleachers texting one of my new friends, Allison, as I see the players slowly making their way out of the locker room.

I wasn't even paying attention until I heard someone walking on the bleachers towards me. I looked up and saw the last person I wanted to look at or talk to today. Jackson.

"Peyton.." He said as he sat down next to me.

"Jackson. if you're going to call me a whore again, I really don't want to hear it." I said.

"I came to apologize, Peyton. You mean the world to me. You know I didn't mean what I said this morning."

"Jackson... I can't do this anymore if you're going to treat me like this."

"I won't anymore. I promise."

"Prove it."

He leaned his head towards me to kiss me, when his lips met mine. I smiled against his lips. Our lips moved in sync and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I put my legs in lap and he used on of his free hands to hold onto the small of my back.

"WHITTEMORE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Coach yelled at him.

Jackson stood up and said, "I'll gove you a ride home today." He smiled and walked onto the field.

I looked onto the field and saw Scott and Stiles looking at me with extremely confused faces. I'd hear about this later.

As much as I hated Jackson, I couldn't bring myself to break it off with him. Next time he does something like this morning, I will break up with him. Maybe.

Stiles' POV

I couldn't even focus during practice because of the sight I witnessed between Jackson and Peyton. I can't believe it. I really thought I was finally going to get a chance with her. On the bright side, Jackson is such a douche bag that he will probably either A. end up making another remark to Peyton or B. Scott will ban them from being together.

Still, I can't believe it.

"What was Peyton thinking?! Making out with a guy who called her a whore?! They are both going to get a piece of my mind!" I said in a vengeful tone.

"I'm right with you there!" Stiles said, agreeing with me.

When we finished changing, we went over to Jackson's locker to have a little chat with him.

"Can't you stay away from my sister?! God Jackson!" I said.

"Not really. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go drive my girlfriend home." He said with a smirk.

"Oh hell no!" Stiles said.

"Got a problem with that, Stilinski? Word of advice, you should keep your hands off my girl and your best friend's sister." Jackson said.

What was Jackson talking about? I'll have to question him about that later.

"Why don't you just get the hell out of here?" I asked.

"Gladly." He said while walking out towards the bleachers.

"This really can't be good." Stiles said.

"Oh really?! I didn't know!" I said.

We both started running towards the bleachers to keep her from riding home with him. Knowing Jackson, he would try to have sex with her or something. I shuddered at the thought. Stiles and I ran out to the parking lot just in time to see Peyton and Jackson driving off.

"Let's follow them!" Stiles said.

"No, if we do that adn invade her privacy, she won't trust either of us. And if we're going to break up this relationship we're going to have to stay on her good side."