"Scott says you stink of Jackson." Stiles moans as we walk to lacrosse practice together.

"Well Scott should stop smelling me." I quip.

"Y/n I'm a werewolf," Scott whispers, "Plus the smell of Jackson on you is overpowering." Scott mutters.

"Well I slept with him." I shrug.

They both stomp in front of me and Stiles face twists into fury.

"You what Y/n?" Stiles, my overprotective twin, asks with steam coming from his ears.

"I slept in the same bed as him in a non-sexual way. You can probably smell him that much because he was spooning me."

"Why-why was he spooning you?" Scott asks.

"Oh look here he comes now... Jackson!" I yell and wave him over.

That man he smirks that smirk which is sexy as hell. Jackson's head nods up when he sees me calling him over. He pops his mouth and he walks over to me.

"Sup Y/n?" Jackson turns to Stiles and Scott, "What's up dorks?" Jackson laughs.

"Jackson they have something to ask you." I say arms crossed.

I know they will think better of it, especially by the look of Jackson's neutral but intimidating face. He really doesn't like Stiles and Scott. Jackson has a lot of pent up anger in him and he would squash Scott and Stiles, werewolf or not.

"It doesn't matter." Stiles mumbles.

"Anyway, I need to go shopping after lacrosse practice. I got a date." I say nonchalantly.

I genuinely think Stiles one day when he spasms due to shock will break something, probably his neck.

"A date?" Stiles says excitedly.

Stiles knows my history with men. Yes I do sleep with a lot of people, granted but I wasn't always that way. I thought I loved this boy called Will. Turns out he was cheating on me with my best friend at the time. That is why I don't do relationships and that is why I don't trust males and females. Other than Stiles, my cousin, who's like a brother to me.

"Yeah with that Matt guy." I say happily enough.

Jackson's face looks like a slapped arse as he rests his arm on my waist.

"Someone's jealous." Scott smiles slyly.

"Oh fuck off Scott." Jackson spits pissed off.

To calm him down I rest my hand on his chest just about the v-neck of his light grey t-shirt. Jackson's flannel brushes my arm as I do so.

"Y/n you really want to be knowing what he's feeling now..." Scott continues to presses Jackson's buttons.

"Scott do you want a smack?" Jackson threatens leaning to Scott.

"Jackson..." I murmur.

He pulls back and smiles at me.

"So you ready for practice coach Stillinski?" Jackson smirks leaning in my ear.

Jackson is winding up both Stiles and Scott and myself but in a different way from the boys. I know they've had a history especially with Jackson being a dick with Allison. I know, Stiles has told me. The only advantage Stiles and Scott have on Jackson is me in certain times and Derek. Derek is Jackson's alpha and that's all we know.

"Yeah, can I get ready at your's tonight? I'm not going full throttle but still." Before a shocked Jackson can answer, "Because he's picking me up at eight at your's."

I strut off ready to the field to help Coach coach this team which I've seen major improvements. At the minute Coach is sitting drinking his water while the boys do half an hour of laps so I just chill on the bleachers with Lydia and Allison.

"You know, that boy is gone for you." Allison states nodding to Jackson's jogging figure.

"No, we're just friends."

"But just friends don't look at each other like that." Lydia nods to Jackson who looks away when we catch him staring.

I feel the heat to my face, "Lydia we're just friends." I insist.

Suddenly a car skids and parks my the lacrosse field. The door slams shut and I can feel my face twist into anxiety and fear. Dad looks fuming as he stomps up to me.

"Why the fuck are you here lounging around watching these boys exercise?" Dad shouts in my face.

I get up and quickly grab my books and pens. My face full of shame and horror that he spoke to me like that in front of Allison and Lydia.

"I've got to go girls." I tremble in urgency.

"Sir! This is a closed practice." Coach Finstock says holding out his hand.

"I don't care! She's doing shit all other than being a disgusting slut."

I let out a silent dry sob at my dad's harsh and untrue words. Well, I may be a slut but I'm not disgusting and I am doing stuff.

"Hi uncle Patrick." Stiles waves awkwardly.

I feel like I've got a Jackson radar and it bleeps alerting me when he's near. He's further down the bleachers with the rest of the team.

"Actually sir she is surveying the endurability of these strapping young men... And Stiles." Coach argues.

"Hey!" Stiles says loudly.

"Y/n we're going." Dad says grabbing my wrist too tight.

That makes me wince like fuck that hurt.

"Bye Coach." I say quietly.

Coach looks to the tight grasp dad has on my arm and he nods. I think he will be having words tomorrow.