A/N: Two chapters in one day. Aren't you guys lucky. Also, I was re-watching some episodes of TW to try and get a feel for where I wanted this story to go, and I was thinking a lot about Jackson's character. In the show, after he dumps Lydia, he's a total asshole towards her. I mean, he's and asshole towards everyone, but you get what I mean. Anyways, I was watching and thinking and I realized that Lydia didn't really make Jackson a better person. I've never like the relationship that they had, and that is one of the reasons. So, long-story-short, I'm planning on making Esther the person that makes Jackson better. Not fully change him, but she's just there enough to keep him in line and also to love him for who he is as a person, and not because he is the captain of the lacrosse team.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, only Esther. Similar content and dialogue probably originated from the show

FOUR

"So, I was wondering if you'd be up for tutoring me," Jackson said.

I looked up in surprise. We were standing on the front porch in front of the house. His arms were folded on the railing that I was sitting on. His head swivelled to look at me and our eyes met.

"Well, what do you want to be tutored in?" I asked, a little bit shocked.

"French," he told me. "My grades last year were not so great."

"Um, yeah, I guess I can. But why me? There are far more qualified people out there," I told him.

Jackson shrugged. His face was shadowed by the small light that glowed over his head. His eyes were impossibly blue.

"Just thought it might be more fun."

My lips cracked into a grin. "Well then. I would love to."

He looked at me like I'd just given him the answer to the universe.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I giggled.

Jackson wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the ledge. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck as he swung me around. I threw my head back and laughed.

"Of course," I said a bit breathlessly, "we will have to talk to your parents and my aunt so that we can figure out the details, but everything should be fine."

Jackson's smile cut his face and it was infectious and so beautiful.

But the door slammed open and my dumbass cousin and his dumbass best friend had to ruin the moment.

"Esther, you guys need to come back inside." Scott's voice was clipped.

I nodded and he turned away. Looking up at Jackson one more time I sighed and turned towards the house.

…

Later that night, I was lying in bed trying to capture a chiselled jaw, cutely tussled hair, and gorgeous eyes on paper. It wasn't working out quite how I wanted it to.

"Damn," I muttered as I erased the nose.

My laptop made a soft ping next to me. Putting down my sketch pad, I flipped it open to see the incoming Skype call from the user's stellawu_95 and karen.k08. I clicked respond and two faces popped up. The one on the left of my screen was a young Asian girl with fine bone structure and her long black hair tied up in a braid. Her always-there mug of espresso was clutched between her hands. The girl on the other side of the screen had long, curly, dark red hair falling around her slightly rounder face. Hazel eyes gleamed from behind butterfly shaped glasses. These were my two best friends from France.

"Hey, Bitch," Stella greeted, taking a sip of her coffee. Her English accent was thick and very obvious.

"Stella!" Karen chastened.

I rolled my eyes but my grin was there. Whenever I talked to these girls, I couldn't help but smile. They were the best part of my life. After the accident and mom's death they were always around when I needed them. When my dad told me that I was moving to Beacon Hills, we cried together and they helped me pack up my room at the Academy. They were like the sisters I'd never had but always wanted.

"It's nice to see you guys," I said.

"We miss you honey," Karen said, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

"I know," I said. "I miss you guys so much. It's all so surreal here. Not at all like the Academy."

"Yeah, so what's California like? Sandy beaches, tons of amazing shopping, hot boys?" Stella inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Stel," I groaned, "I told you that I was moving to a small town surrounded by forest. So, no, there aren't any beaches."

"Fine," she huffed. "But you didn't answer my other two questions."

Rolling my eyes, I said "I haven't had time to look around time in terms of shops, but it looked like there were a few cute places. I'll have to check out the city area more."

"Right, yeah, we don't care," Karen said, pushing her glasses up onto her nose further.

"We just want to know about the boys," Stella stated.

I opened my mouth to respond. Then I closed it and looked down at my hands, which were twisting around each other.

"Oh. My. God." Stella gasped.

"There is a guy!" Karen squealed. "What's his name? Who is he? What's he like? Is he hot?"

I bit my lip and felt he heat rise into my cheeks. My skin was dark enough to hide it from people who didn't know me well, but these girls could spot it from a yard away. Or via video chat.

"HE'S HOT!" two voices chorused.

I laughed and looked up.

"Okay. Fine. His name is Jackson, he goes to school with Scott, he's actually really sweet, and yes, he is very, very, hot. Satisfied?"

"Not quite," Stella dragged out the word.

"What else could you possibly want to know?" I sighed.

"What does he look like?" Stella asked.

"And what exactly makes him so sweet?" Karen added.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my sketch pad and held it up in front of the screen.

"So, the quality isn't very good but imagine bluish-green eyes, light brown hair, light tan, that sort of thing," I told them.

"Damn," Stella murmured.

"I agree with Stella on this one," Karen told me.

I smiled and put the book down.

"But, seriously Esther, what's his attitude like?" Karen questioned.

I sighed. "You know how they always say not except drinks from strangers?"

"Yeah," they drew out the word, ending it in an almost question-like way.

"Well, I did, and never in my life have I been more pleased I disobeyed one of the cardinal rules of not getting kidnapped," I told them.

"What did he give you?" Karen asked.

"Caffeine."

"Oh," Stella gasped, placing her hand on her chest. "This boy is after my heart."

Karen and I dissolved into piles of laughter while Stella sat looking a bit put off.

"But really you guys," I said, sobering. "He's so sweet. He gave me a ride after Scott forgot to pick me up."

"And now we're getting rides from strangers? Tsk tsk Miss Leroux," Karen giggled.

"Scott did what?" Stella shouted and the same time.

"He may have forgotten that my flight got in today and left me stranded at a coffee shop where I met Jackson."

"Well, thank the effing Lord for cute California boys, am I right?" Stella drawled.