Background info:
•You and Jackson have been best friends since you were thirteen when you moved to Beacon Hills.
•You are now 18.
•You do not know about the supernatural.
•Jackson is a werewolf.

Jackson can be a dick sometimes, brutally honest, a little crude but he's still my best friend. At first he was a little shit to me so I told him that my mama told me to always put things where they belong so I was gonna put him into his place. Then I punched him. He made a comment about my skirt. From then on he wouldn't leave me alone so we started hanging out. I then discovered how he is a big softie and that I can bring that out. I found his cocky demeanor and devilish smirk quite charming and we then became best friends. I feel at home with Jackson, he's the only person I got. Everyone thought we were hooking up at first though. That was two years ago. Some people still think that but we've had to ignore it unless it's real bad because Jackson got into too many fights as he said he was 'defending my honour'. I'm late from history and as I walk into the crowded cafeteria I see an upset-looking Jackson talking to Stiles and Scott. That conversation soon hushes into silence and I watch Stiles and Scott slink off. I then notice Jackson has tears in his eyes.

*This below is the hug he gives you but at school and it's you not Lydia*

"Y/n!" And he pulls me into a tight hug.

"Jackson h-hey what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I gasp, hugging him back.

"Y-you're right. Men shouldn't cry." He mutters to my neck.

I'm reaching up as Jackson is taller than me.

"That's not what I mean." I say quietly feeling all eyes on us.

I feel Jackson's body shake and I know he hates showing this side in public so before I remove him from the situation I need to calm him down. Slowly I run my fingers through his hair. That seems to do it although his heartbeat is quite fast I guess that's because he's upset.

"Eyes!" Someone whisper shouts.

"I need to talk to you." Jackson says quietly pulling away.

"Okay let's go." I smile softly.

He grabs his bag and we ignore the stares as we walk out of the cafeteria. I start to walk outside but he grabs my hand and pulls me into a janitors closet. Before he can speak comments are shouted and one particular guy makes a real nasty and disgusting comment and of course Jackson hit him. But today, he carried on hitting him. Repeatedly and hardly.

"Jackson get off!" Scott yells running.

No one does anything as Jackson violently overpowers this stupid lad.

"Jackson!" I scream.

Suddenly he stops, huffing and puffing over this guy who is bleeding very badly with what looks like a broken nose and more.

"What has he done now Y/n-" Danny who's close to Jackson asks me.

"Mr Whittemore my office!" The headmaster yells.

Stiles kicks this guy no movement, "Think we may need a nurse."

After chemistry and maths that were boring without Jackson in, I'm sat watching the lacrosse practice with Danny. Jackson is my ride home so on practice days I stay behind to watch him often with Danny.

"He really went all out today didn't he?" Danny asks rhetorically after I explain the cafeteria and the fight.

"Yeah, something's up." I say.

Jackson just scored so I stand up cheering with Danny who when notices copies. Jackson smirks and starts to walk towards us when someone tackles him brutally to the ground.

"Ew, that must of hurt." Danny cringes as we sit again on the bleachers.

"I hope he's okay." I say worried.

"He will be. Jackson was too busy ogling at you." Danny smirks.

I elbow him, "Me and Jackson are best friends. And he was not ogling at me." I sigh, "Jackson ogles at Lydia, still."

"Somebody's jealous." Danny sing songs.

"Somebody's delusional." I sing song back.

We both laugh but Danny speaks again.

"I can't believe you are that oblivious with him. It's the way Jackson looks at you-"

Jackson comes jogging over all sweaty but not in a bad way. Not that I'm looking or trying not to drool because he's so hot. I can admit that he's fine.

"Hey Y/n. Hi Danny." Jackson smirks.

"Alright." Danny says.

"Hey Jackson do you want me to catch you up on the lessons you were taken out of in the library after school? Just thought it was quiet." I suggest.

"Sure." Jackson replies.

Jackson gives me a look and jogs off.

*GIF below is how Jackson looked at you*

"He just checked you out Y/n." Danny says excitedly.

"No he didn't." I reply.

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"Y/n, we got to go now." Jackson says all colour draining from his face.

"Wha-why? We haven't finished these problems-gah-"

Jackson just yanked me up and is dragging me whilst running out of the library.

"Scott! Stiles! We need you now at the school! They found us!" Jackson shouts down the phone.

Suddenly there is crashes and bangs behind us so I look behind us to have a look of why the hell we are running for.

"Y/n please don't look back, look forward." Jackson pleads as we sprint around the corridors of the dark school.

A minute later we crash into a frightened looking Scott and Stiles.

"In here!" Stiles screams.

The boys all push me into a room and clambers to slamming the door shut then to lock it. Jackson leans looking extremely worried. I stand with my back to the door.

"What the hell is going on? Jackson?"

"You haven't told her?" Scott asks sounding scandalous.

A cacophony of noise and growls bashes at the classroom door.

Jackson and Scott stand up straight as Stiles goes behind us.

"Y/n get behind me." Jackson says with force.

Before I can argue in a split second the door crashes in and I feel like I've been slashed by something sharp. I scream as I crash to the floor. Barely breathing because of the immense pain I see Jackson first. Apart from he doesn't look like Jackson, he has pointy ears and extra hair with his face morphed into something else with glowing red eyes with sharp fangs.

"Jackson?" I question breathless.

Then all goes black.