The next day at school Chelsea held a gloom expression across her face, she kept thinking of what the chances were of Jackson being the same monster of her family. The chances seemed to be high, she really wanted to know how he found her. She was so deep in the forest that not even a search team would be able to seek her out. The blonde trudged her way down the hallway when the bell for 6th period rang, all day she avoided Jackson's eyes and yet this last period all her hard work would go to waste. Being the last kid in the hall, she stopped at her classroom door, holding her breath, hand on the doorknob, ready to enter.
Jackson sat in the back, alone at the table because Stiles was partnered up with someone else. He looked up from his work packet to see Chelsea standing in the front of the room, beside the teacher. The teacher then made eye contact with the jock and walked over.
"Mr. Whittemore, Chelsea is going to be your partner, please help her catch up."
Grabbing the stool, farthest away from him, she sat down at the other end of the table. Jackson just stared, knowing that their were words that needed to be said, at least from her. He closed his eyes when he felt a rush of heat treble downwards from his stomach to his forming hard on. He shifted himself in his seat and that seemed to lead her into what she wanted to know.
"You never answered the question" she kept her eyes on her paper, avoiding eye contact
Jackson cleared his throat
"What question" he tried to keep his cool
"About why you were out there last night. What were you doing there?"
"What was I doing there! What the hell were you doing there! You're were the one prancing through the woods like a-a little untouchable ballerina!" he blurted
"Mr. Whittemore, your voice is rather high" the teacher warned from his desk
They were quiet for a moment, tension still thick in the air. They both were frustrated because they still had unanswered questions, questions that they weren't able to directly ask. Chelsea twirled a lock of her loose curled hair in one finger, the question was at the tip of her tongue, she could have easily blurted it out if she wasn't being careful. That was the last thing she needed, not being careful.
Stiles walked over, concerned.
"Everything okay?" he looked from one to another
They both kept their heads down.
"Alright then" he held his hands up, palms facing outwards as he backed up
"Why can't you just answer the question?" Chelsea moved from her seat to the one next to the complicated boy
Jackson uncomfortably shifted
"Please, Jackson, I just want to know." she gently touched his arm
Frustrated, she blurted out the only words that expressed her feelings deep down.
"I like you, Jackson, I-I like you a lot and-
Jackson clenched his jaw so tight that it had the appearance it would shatter like glass. He squeezed the pencil in his hand as he wrote on the sheet of paper, but most of the words came out into scribbles. Stiles watching from a distance, worried that he would lose his temper and everyone in the school was going to get eaten.
"Stay away from me." He grumbled, cutting her off
Surprised, Chelsea pulled her arm back, confusion and hurt written all over her face. Snatching her backpack, the blonde scurried from the classroom, leaving the school.
Jackson cursed under his breath and as she left the classroom, his body was throbbing for her and yet the wolf in him was trying to follow his Alpha's orders. During lacrosse practice, all he could think about was Chelsea, the fact that he couldn't see her anymore nor be around her chewed at his insides. His wolf snarled at the name but his human side was going ballistic for her.
"Jackson! The ball!" Coach yelled
The lacrosse ball hit Jackson's head as was he zoned out, staring at the parking lot of the school. He was hot and sweat and all his mind kept thinking about was Chelsea. What the hell was going on? Shaking his head, he automatically scooped up the ball, going back to the game. As everyone scattered out around the field, Jackson began to run towards the net. Instead of making the shot, he spotted Danny. Making full eye contact, he chucked the ball to him who successfully caught it. As everyone had their eyes on his best friend, Jackson sprinted to the locker room leaving practice without anyone noticing. Throwing his uniform off, the teenager frantically changed back into his clothes. He left his lacrosse gear out along with his backpack and ran out from the school, keys in hand and determination in his eyes.
"Did you clean my vanity? I left a smudge of eyeliner on the desk, that better be gone."
"Yes, I cleaned it a-and your bathroom. I just have to finish making your bed." Chelsea stuttered
"Don't forget your brother's bathroom and your sister's, she needs her clothes to be sorted by color and brand. I also need this shopping list to be taken care of, then when your done with that, cook dinner. I'll be home at 11pm."
"Yes ma'am"
Chelsea went up to her mothers bedroom, prepping the king sized bed. As she was fluffing the pillows Paul poked his head around the corner.
"Hey, Josh and I are going to a concert, with a mosh pit, you want to come? We have an extra ticket since Kelly's going out on her date."
"No thanks" she rejected
When he left the room, Chelsea realized she was going to be home alone tonight. Going off to her room, she grabbed the keys to the extra car in the garage and read off the grocery list as she made her way down stairs. But the words weren't registering, all that echoed through her mind was Jackson's voice and the hostility that he spat at her during class.
Jackson was fighting with himself, wanting to go to her house and wanting to stay away. Parking a little ways away from her house, he watched as her mother left the house, then her brothers. He tried to listen close to the sound from inside the house, but nothing was heard. He was as if he was muted or maybe no one was home. Doing the unthinkable, Jackson got out of his car and walked upon the property. After climbing up to the roof, he opened Chelsea's window and entered. The only sound that he heard coming from the house was the grandfather clock that ticked back and forth. Curious as he was, Jackson began to snoop around Chelsea's room. Going over to her bedside, he picked up the perfume that she wore all the time and sniffed it. It numbed his nose in just a second and immediately he placed it back on the nightstand, rubbing his nose as it slowly came back to life.
"You're not suppose to be here."
Jackson's heart began to scream with anxiety, nearly putting the werewolf in cardiac arrest. Turning around, a little boy was standing in the doorway, his hands crossed over his chest and a smirk on his faceā¦..
Next Chapter it gets pretty hot =D
