If you haven't picked up on it yet, I've been naming my chapters after songs. Sometimes they have to do with the chapter, sometimes they just sound like they fit it. If anyone's interested in knowing the band the song from each chapter is from, just drop a comment and I'll post it somewhere. Cheers!
"Mr. Whittemore, glad you could finally drop by class." Jackson stepped into the classroom, all eyes on him. "Sorry, I had trouble finding it-" "No excuses, you're 20 minutes late. Take your seat and begin." Jackson slowly made his way through the rows of desks to the only open seat at the back of the room. Being in the werewolf classes, Jackson had hoped for at least one of his friends to be there, he'd even be grateful for Stilinski to be there. But as he looked over the faces he passed, the only ones he knew were the faces of Kali and Aiden, the more hot-tempered members of Deucalion's alpha pack. Aiden could sense Jackson's nervousness and laughed to himself as he turned back around in his seat and Kali glared and faced the front.
Jackson felt embarrassed. All day long his new teachers were asking him questions and he couldn't answer any of them. He'd been given the excuse that as a former emissary he should be able to answer them and one professor even questioned if he had been a student in the academy at all. The more Jackson was humiliated in front of his classmates, the angrier he got. As 3 o'clock approached, Jackson felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach as he realized his next class was with Deucalion. While it was the only professor he had previously known from his other classes, he knew this one would have some of the alphas in it. Upon entering the room, Jackson realized he was clearly wrong about that, all the alphas were in it.
As Jackson looked around the room, he reread the title of the class he was entering and waited at the front of the room to see if there was a mistake. He couldn't possibly be in a level 400 class, a class of nothing but alphas. Deucalion entered the room, "Okay class, seems like we have a new student. This is Jackson Whittemore, you probably know him-" "Yeah, the little rich boy that cries to daddy when he doesn't get his way, right?" Aiden cut in, causing most of the other students to laugh at Jackson's expense. "That's enough Aiden." Deucalion turned to Jackson, "Now, Mr. Whittemore, I'm not sure why you're even here, you're obviously not an alpha," "Got that right," cut in another student, "but there's something about over capacity classes and this is all that was available. So, welcome, take a seat and we'll get started." As Jackson started towards an empty desk, halfway down the aisle he was tripped, knocking the stack of books off of Kali's desk and spilling his own. "Watch it rich boy!" Kali snarled, flashing her bright red eyes. Jackson felt embarrassed, causing his face to turn almost as red as Kali's eyes and everyone else in the room to burst into laughter.
That was enough to send Jackson over the edge. As he stood, his feelings of humiliation immediately shifted to ones of anger and hatred for everyone around him. Just as quickly as Jackson's anger appeared, so did his claws. "Oh, you wanna go rich boy?" Kali stood and threw the desk between herself and Jackson at the wall as if it were nothing. The rest of the alphas either laughed at Jackson or tried to calm down Kali, knowing that even though he was a newborn, Kali would tear him apart. "Mr. Whittemore!" Deucalion shouted at Jackson, trying to get him to calm down. Jackson ignored his plea, all he could focus on was the constant laughter of his classmates. Jackson released a growl and picked up a desk, attempting to throw it at Kali. She was quick, sliding under the airborne desk, sweeping her leg behind Jackson's, bringing him to the ground. As she stood over him, her bare foot pressed into his throat, pinning him down, he frantically clawed at her, leaving large gashes on her leg. Blood was starting to flow quickly down Kali's ankle but she didn't budge an inch until a low, deafening growl was released that had every alpha in the room cowering in fear.
Deucalion stepped towards the now separated fighters, "I don't suppose you know the rules Mr. Whittemore, but use of your abilities on school premises is strictly forbidden. Go to the dean at once." "What about her?" Jackson managed to choke out as he stood, rubbing his sore throat with his blood soaked hands. "Kali? She was merely acting in self defense. I think those baby cuts you left on her leg are punishment enough. Now, leave." The rest of the class snickered as Jackson gathered his things and left the room, slowly becoming angry again. Once in the hallway, Jackson pounded his fist into a locker, grunting and fuming over what just happened. As he clenched his fists, he felt a sharp pain and something slowly make its way down his arm. If it weren't for his extended claws, Jackson wouldn't have been able to figure out he even cut himself, his hands were covered in blood from Kali's leg.
"Hey!" Jackson jumped at the loud noise in the previously silent hallway. "What happened here?" "Mr. Harris?" Adrian Harris swiftly made his way down the hall and grabbed Jackson by the wrist, "Who did you hurt?!" "Me? I didn't hurt anyone!" "Yeah, I'm sure. I saw the request for your status to be changed. You filthy mutts think you can do whatever you want." Jackson felt cornered again. As the teacher shouted, just inches from his face, he could feel his anger reaching its boiling point. He could feel his claws trying to break through the skin. Calm down. Calm. Down. Jackson tried to control it but once his anger reached a certain point there was no calming him down. His vision blurred and he started to feel numb. "There are rules Mr. Whittemore. You are finished at this school!" Mr. Harris dragged Jackson down the hall, the boy less and less conscious as they moved. When they finally reached the office, Jackson collapsed.
Ugh..where am I? Jackson woke up in a solid white room, handcuffed to the bench he was sitting on. "Hey!" Jackson screamed, trying to break free of the cuffs. "Hey! Let me out of here!" As Jackson tried to rip free of the cuffs, they cut deep into his skin. The blood on his hands had been wiped clean, but was now replaced with his own. "We'll release you as soon as you calm down, Mr. Whittemore." Ms. Blake entered the room, followed by Headmaster Webb, the Dean of Lycanthropy, Dr. Wade, and Jackson's father. "Son," Jackson's father approached him, "Why didn't you tell us you were bitten?" Jackson didn't have an answer. He had been so caught up in becoming the star of Beacon Hills Academy, he hadn't even thought to tell anyone about being a wolf now. "I was going to after class today, but then-" "Then he attacked not only my student, but a member of my pack. He needs to be punished for the problems he's caused today," Deucalion said as he entered the room.
"I couldn't help it! I'm new at all of this. It's incredible..I had no control over my anger." "Mr. Whittemore, your son broke many of our rules today." Headmaster Webb spoke in a calm but stern voice. "There must be actions taken against his insolence." "Oh come on Arnold, Jackson didn't even know what would happen to him." Jackson's father continuously plead with the school officials, trying to get the actions taken against his son dismissed. As far as the academy staff was concerned, taking on the bite means learning your place and the expectations put on you before you appear on school grounds. As Jackson sat in silence, listening to the old men around him decide his future at Beacon Hills Academy, it became apparent to him he needed help and he needed it quickly.
"I'm starting training today," Jackson cut in, catching the adults off-guard. "Your alpha will begin today?" "Yes," Derek said he'd teach me everything. No problem. "I swear. I was going to head over after classes today." "You can't actually believe him," Deucalion snarked. "He's just trying to save his own hide," Mr. Harris cut in. "I will give you one more chance. You're a newborn, that's the only reason you're getting away-" "You're letting him go? Just like that?!" Mr. Harris was in disbelief. "If you would let me finish Adrian, you would have heard that Mr. Whittemore, while not being expelled, will have service hours that must be completed. Until further notice, he is on social probation. I will decide if and when he can attend school events again." Jackson opened his mouth in protest but was quickly shushed by his father. As the headmaster turned to leave, he spoke to Jackson one last time. "I do hope you learn to control yourself Mr. Whittemore. I would hate to lose another student."
