It's all about his kiss, contaminates my lip. Our energy connects, it's simple genetics.
I'm the X to his Y; it's the color of his eyes. He can do no wrong no, he don't need to try.
Made from the best, he passes all the tests. Got my heart beating fast, it's cardiac arrest.
"Okay, so Stiles, Lydia, Scott, and I are going ice skating later tonight." Allison told me as I was standing in front of my locker. I glanced up at her and nodded, not saying anything. She frowned and stepped closer to me. "Do you wanna come?" she asked.
I shook my head and grabbed the text book I needed to look over during Study Hall. I stepped back and closed my locker. I turned on my heel and walked away from my cousin and towards the library. I walked into the library and took a seat at a random table, not really caring who I sat next to. I opened the book and began reading about infections for Biology.
I glanced up and raised an eyebrow when Matt sat down across from me. He frowned and put his camera down onto the table. He didn't even say anything to me; instead he turned his camera around, inspecting the lens. He looked up and noticed me watching him and lifted the side of his mouth in a kind of half smile.
"Your boyfriend broke my camera." He told me, shaking his head.
"That'd be kind of hard considering I don't have a boyfriend?" I raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything else. Instead, I went back to reading from my book.
When class was over I left the library quickly and headed towards the cafeteria. I stopped in the doorway and rolled my eyes when I saw Stiles sitting at a table with a guy I didn't recognize. I walked through the cafeteria and sat down at the table next to Scott's so that my back was facing him. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed me, but didn't say anything.
I frowned when the noise in the cafeteria stopped and everyone turned to look at the doorway. I turned in my seat and my eyes widened when I saw Erica waltzing into the cafeteria. She was wearing a mini skirt and heels and she looked ten times better than when I had last seen her. I smiled, good for her.
"What the holy hell is that?" I turned to see Lydia leaning against Scott and Stiles' table. I laughed and shook my head. Lydia looked over at me and raised an eyebrow.
"That is proof that money can buy happiness." I told her as I stood from my chair. Lydia stood up as well and together the two of us walked out of the cafeteria.
As we walked down the hallway Lydia and I discussed the lesson from Chemistry that day and argued over whether certain theories were true or not. I noticed, though, that she stiffened and averted her eyes when the two of us passed by Jackson talking quietly with Danny at his locker. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he only shrugged and went back to his conversation. I frowned and changed the subject to clothes when we reached our lockers.
"You know, I like you." I glanced up from putting in my combination and smiled at Lydia. "You're capable of having intelligent conversations as well as talking about fashion." She nodded.
"You're not so bad yourself, Lydia." I replied.
I hung off of Allison's bed later that night. My head was near the floor and my long dark hair was fanned out on the white carpet. I laughed at something Lydia said when Uncle Chris knocked on the door. He stepped into the room and the three of us turned to see him.
"Headed out?" he asked.
"Studying." Allison responded. Uncle Chris gestured with his head for Allison to come over to him. I rolled my eyes and somersaulted off of the bed.
Lydia giggled at me and I winked back. I sat down at Allison's vanity and brushed through my hair.
I waved as Allison and Lydia drove away. I turned back and headed back inside, but was stopped at the staircase by my mom. I raised an eyebrow at her and crossed my arms.
"What's up with your sudden attitude change?" she asked.
"Maybe it's the fact that my dad kidnapped me?" I asked. "Or maybe it's that my mother wanted to kill an innocent teenaged boy, who happens to be one of my classmates and someone that actually welcomed me into this freak show of a town?" I raised an eyebrow.
"This is about Isaac?" she shook her head. "Emeline, you know how dangerous those things can be and if anything, my decision is for the better. He can't hurt you if he's dead."
"He wouldn't have hurt me, mom!" I glared and shook my head. "You know what; I don't expect you to understand. You've never understood anything about me." I turned on my heel and started walking up the stairs.
"Emma!" she called after me. "Emeline Victoria Argent we aren't done here!" I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"Oh now, Paige, let her go." I frowned when I heard Gerard's voice. I turned to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs with his arm around my mom's shoulders. He looked up at me and smiled. "She's a teenager, they're meant to rebel."
I shook my head and continued up the stairs and to my room, not wanting to be subjected to Gerard's judgment for any longer. I walked into my room and fell down onto my bed. As soon as I closed the door I had locked it, there was no way I was going to be associating with any member of my family other than Allison tonight. I felt my phone vibrate and turned over to see it.
1 new message from: Jackson Whittemore
To: Emma Argent
Come over and study?
I sighed. Part of me wanted to go over there just to get away from my family. Another part of me wanted to know why Jackson was so curious about Isaac becoming a werewolf. The last part of me didn't want to go to Jackson's because I didn't want Lydia to hate me when we'd just become good friends.
To: Emma Argent
Just studying, I promise.
I rolled my eyes and stood up from my bed. I grabbed my bag for school and opened the door. I walked down the stairs and knocked twice on the door of the study. Uncle Chris opened the door and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Is my dad in there?" I asked. He nodded and moved out of the way so that I could see my dad and Gerard standing near the desk. My dad turned to look at me over his shoulder and smiled. "Can I go to a friend's house to study?" I asked.
My dad stood up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over towards the door. Uncle Chris left the doorway and went back to the desk, taking the chair next to the one my dad had just vacated.
"Which friend?" he asked when he was closer to me.
"Jackson." I responded, crossing my arms. "You know, co-captain of the lacrosse team, captain of the swim team, Jackson Whittemore."
"Is it going to be just you and him?" he asked, crossing his arms in the same way that I had. I nodded. "Emma, I'm not sure how I feel about you being alone with a boy." I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Dad, his parents are home and if it makes you feel better we'll stay in the living room. Please. I need a normal teenage social life. I can't keep myself cooped up in here forever." I told him.
"Why didn't you just go study with Allison and Lydia?" he asked.
"Because they're not studying the same thing that Jackson and I have to study." I replied quickly.
My dad sighed and then nodded. He fished in his pockets and then held out the keys to his Range Rover to me. I took them with a smile and bounced away, headed outside.
"Be careful, Em." He called out to me. I turned to smile at him over my shoulder and walked outside.
I drove to Jackson's easily; remembering how to get there from the time that I went to Megan's to work on a project. I frowned and glanced over at Isaac's now empty house. I wondered where he was. I knew he was with Derek, but they could've been anywhere.
I parked my car on the curb outside of Jackson's house and walked up the many stairs easily. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to answer the door. I smiled timidly when the someone that answered was a middle aged woman. She smiled at me and cocked her hide to the side.
"Um, hi, I'm Emma, I'm a friend of Jackson's." I smiled shyly.
"Oh, of course. Come on in!" she opened the door further and gestured for me to come in. I smiled and nodded. I walked in past her and stopped in the entryway, waiting for further instructions. "Jackson's up in his room," she pointed to the stairs. "First door on the right." I nodded and smiled at her before climbing up the stairs.
"Your mom's nice." I said as I closed the door behind me. Jackson glanced up at me from the textbook on his bed and smirked. I rolled my eyes and walked over to his bed. I fell down onto it next to him and looked at the book in front of him. "Biology?" I asked, not remembering that we had homework in that class.
"Yeah, the lesson today interested me." he said as he closed the book. I nodded and grabbed my history textbook. I set it in front of him and turned to the pages we were assigned to read for that night. "You're actually going to study?" he asked with an amused smirk.
"That's what I was promised." I smiled over at him and turned back to the book.
After spending about half an hour in silence I finished the reading and closed my book. I glanced over to see Jackson with his back against the headboard. He had his Biology textbook opened on his knees and he was frowning, concentrating pretty hard on whatever he was writing. I chewed on my lip and watched him.
It was insane that I'd only been in Beacon Hills for a little while, but I was already lounging on a boy's bed. As I watched him, I wasn't surprised at all that I felt certain things towards him. He was the epitome of my type. He was the athletic, cocky, all-American kind of guy and I'd been falling for that guy ever since I was old enough to believe boys didn't have cooties.
I knew it was probably a bad idea. Jackson was probably going to break my heart, but for some reason, I didn't seem to care. I sat up and pushed my book and bag onto the floor. Jackson looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. I only shook my head and crawled over towards him. I took the textbook from his lap and closed it, putting it on his nightstand.
"What are you doing, Emma?" Jackson asked. I shook my hand again and leaned forward, pressing my lips against his. He didn't react at first, but when he realized what was happening he quickly began kissing me back.
He reached forward and cupped my face with his hands as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I felt his tongue run across my bottom lip and opened my mouth to grant it access. Our tongues battled for a few moments, but I was forced to pull away when the need for air overpowered the need to kiss him. He pressed his forehead against mine and I fluttered my eyes open to stare back into his.
"Was that a bad idea?" I asked him after a few moments of silence.
"Nope." He replied as he leaned forward and took control over my mouth again. I smiled into the kiss and responded.
An hour or so and a make out session later Jackson was standing with me outside next to my dad's car. I leaned against the driver's side door and smiled up at him. He smirked back and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow." I told him, reaching up and kissing him once quickly. He nodded, but didn't let go of me. "I need to go." I smiled, but didn't make any move to leave his arms.
"Yeah, of course." Jackson nodded, but instead of letting go he leaned down and kissed me again. I smiled and kissed him back, but pulled away a few minutes later.
"Seriously, I have a curfew." Jackson nodded and kissed me again. I pulled away and turned my head, laughing slightly. He smiled and pressed his forehead against my temple. "Bye." I told him as I turned to face him again. I pecked his lips with my own and then slid out of his arms.
I turned to open the car door and Jackson kept his arms around me, this time hugging me from behind. He pressed his face into my neck and tightened his hold.
"Don't go." He whined into my neck.
"I have to or my dad's never going to let me out of the house again." I replied. I turned around in his arms and smiled up at him. "I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded and dropped his arms. I tip toed up and kissed him for the last time and then quickly got into the car.
As I drove home I hummed along to the radio with a ridiculous smile on my face. I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel and then parked the car outside. I climbed out and locked the doors. I walked into the house and went into the kitchen to see my dad leaned against the counter with a mug clasped between his hands. My aunt was standing at the sink washing dishes and my mom was sitting at the counter with a magazine open in front of her. I waltzed into the kitchen and dropped the keys into my dad's hand. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
"Goodnight family." I smiled and then exited the kitchen. My mom, aunt, and father all stared after me with confused expressions on their faces, wondering just what got into me.
I walked upstairs and into my room, falling asleep immediately.
The next morning I walked down the hallway towards my locker with Jackson's arm slung lazily over my shoulders. He complained about having lacrosse practice. I had been paying attention at first, but now my attention was drawn towards the end of the hallway here Scott was standing against a row of lockers and Erica was in front of him, leaning in and talking about something. Jackson frowned and then followed my line of sight.
"Typical." He rolled his eyes and then steered us towards our class. I glanced over my shoulder to see Allison standing at the end of the hallway watching them with a frown.
After class I walked towards my locker. Jackson stood against the locker next to mine and watched me put in my combination. I turned to raise an eyebrow at him and smiled.
"I'm gonna go somewhere during lunch." I frowned and waited for him to continue. "It's not a big deal, just something I need to take care of." I nodded. He stood up completely and leaned forward to kiss my cheek. "I'll see you later."
With Jackson.
"What happened to him?" Jackson asked as the two hunters that had guns pointed towards his face walked away and Allison's dad stepped into the entryway of the house.
"That's a good question. I got one for you, what are you doing here, Jackson?" Chris asked.
"Um, nothing, I was-I was just, nothing, I was." Chris nodded and reached forward, putting a hand on Jackson's shoulder and leading him away from the house.
"Jackson, I hope you're not still pursuing something that you shouldn't be." Chris said. Jackson looked over his shoulder, still trying to find Derek. "Because I don't want to be forced to pursue you. Especially considering this newfound relationship you have with my niece. Stay out of this." Chris turned Jackson to face him. "You have so much good in your life. You're smart, good looking, captain of the lacrosse team."
"Co-captain." Jackson corrected.
Chris only just pushed Jackson out of the door. The teenager glanced over his shoulder into the house, but he knew when to walk away. He stepped away from the house and went back to his car, headed back to school and back to Emma.
With Emma.
I sighed and rolled over on my bed. I didn't have any homework and Allison was M.I.A so I was sitting in my room waiting for anything to do. I reached over and grabbed my phone, scrolling through my contacts and clicking on Jackson's name.
The phone wrong, but eventually went to voicemail. I frowned and wondered what he could be doing that he couldn't answer his phone. I shrugged and put my phone back onto my nightstand, deciding that now was as good a time as any to go to sleep.
With Jackson.
He heard his phone ringing from the passenger seat. He pulled his face away from the steering wheel and glanced over to see Emma's picture flashing across the screen. He frowned and started the engine, deciding to go see her instead of just talking on the phone. His truck, however, had a different plan. He groaned when it wouldn't move from the spot. He glanced back and saw that his tire was spinning in the mud. He slammed his hands down onto the steering wheel and got out of the truck.
Jackson walked around to the back of the truck and began pushing with all of his might. He continued pushing and started losing any confidence he had had. Just when he was about to give up and fell into the mud he started pushing again and was amazed when the truck moved out of the mud.