Beacon Hills High, Saturday Afternoon FT
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nomoresportscarsThere were definite perks to being the star of the lacrosse team, and all-around most popular guy at school. One of them, one that Jackson hadn't really thought about before, was that when you walked back into said school, no one seemed intent on asking him what the hell he was doing there. The people who mattered still seemed thrilled he was visiting. Jackson could not (and actually, absolutely, would not) tell anyone how reassuring that was. Some people still recognized his worth and social standing.
He'd met up with Allison and some other people in the cafeteria. There'd been some talk about how McCall was being a failure of an ex-boyfriend, which was always amusing, but the real fun began once Allison's attention was on a conversation with someone else, and Jackson spotted Scott and Stiles seating themselves a few tables over. He turned towards them and just watched, for a while, until Scott spotted him looking. At that point, he smirked a little bit. It seemed to freak Scott out, at least judging from a distance.
And when Jackson picked up the apple from his lunch tray and bit into it with a crunch, Scott winced. Perfect. If he could hear that, he'd hear Jackson even if he kept his voice quiet enough that the people around his table wouldn't notice. "Scott... You can hear me? You can, can't you?"
Scott looked down, but he seemed nervous.
"Look at me."
He turned towards Stiles, agitated. He was so freaking transparent. How did this chump get to have super powers? Of course, it didn't help that whatever Scott said to his little friend made Stiles look over at Jackson, slackjawed.
"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?"
Of course he was, and badly. Stiles flailed some more while Scott was talking to him. Jackson watched, amused – until he heard a familiar voice behind him. What she said didn't really register, mostly since he'd been so enthralled with the spectacle of Scott and Stiles panicking, but also because he hadn't been prepared to hear her voice right now.
Lydia.
He turned around to see her (perfect strawberry blonde hair and all) staring coldly down at him. He rolled his eyes and got up, excusing himself and telling Allison he'd meet up with her a little later, since they'd planned to go for a swim in the school pool a little later. Then he gave Lydia a winning smile before walking across the cafeteria. Once he settled down again, leaning against the wall by the windows, he saw Scott still at his table with Stiles, frantically looking around. So, he said, "Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here." Scott stiffened. Good, he could still hear him. "So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"
Scott's shoulders seemed to go tense.
"I'll bet my former co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you?" Jackson continued. "And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with?" Jackson glanced over at Allison. It didn't matter whether Scott saw it or not, they both knew who he was talking about. "Her. I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body." Stiles was talking to Scott now, but Jackson knew the only person Scott was listening to right now was him. He had the poer. He pressed on. "I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more." Scott looked ready to snap. That was only a reason to continue. "I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott..."
His voice barely had to be louder than a whisper.
"When she's screaming my name?"
Scott broke his tray clean in half. Jackson allowed himself a quiet chuckle, and finished his apple.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Once again taken from TW S01E09. Geez, Jackson, you're such a creeper.]
He'd met up with Allison and some other people in the cafeteria. There'd been some talk about how McCall was being a failure of an ex-boyfriend, which was always amusing, but the real fun began once Allison's attention was on a conversation with someone else, and Jackson spotted Scott and Stiles seating themselves a few tables over. He turned towards them and just watched, for a while, until Scott spotted him looking. At that point, he smirked a little bit. It seemed to freak Scott out, at least judging from a distance.
And when Jackson picked up the apple from his lunch tray and bit into it with a crunch, Scott winced. Perfect. If he could hear that, he'd hear Jackson even if he kept his voice quiet enough that the people around his table wouldn't notice. "Scott... You can hear me? You can, can't you?"
Scott looked down, but he seemed nervous.
"Look at me."
He turned towards Stiles, agitated. He was so freaking transparent. How did this chump get to have super powers? Of course, it didn't help that whatever Scott said to his little friend made Stiles look over at Jackson, slackjawed.
"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?"
Of course he was, and badly. Stiles flailed some more while Scott was talking to him. Jackson watched, amused – until he heard a familiar voice behind him. What she said didn't really register, mostly since he'd been so enthralled with the spectacle of Scott and Stiles panicking, but also because he hadn't been prepared to hear her voice right now.
Lydia.
He turned around to see her (perfect strawberry blonde hair and all) staring coldly down at him. He rolled his eyes and got up, excusing himself and telling Allison he'd meet up with her a little later, since they'd planned to go for a swim in the school pool a little later. Then he gave Lydia a winning smile before walking across the cafeteria. Once he settled down again, leaning against the wall by the windows, he saw Scott still at his table with Stiles, frantically looking around. So, he said, "Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here." Scott stiffened. Good, he could still hear him. "So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"
Scott's shoulders seemed to go tense.
"I'll bet my former co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you?" Jackson continued. "And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with?" Jackson glanced over at Allison. It didn't matter whether Scott saw it or not, they both knew who he was talking about. "Her. I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body." Stiles was talking to Scott now, but Jackson knew the only person Scott was listening to right now was him. He had the poer. He pressed on. "I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more." Scott looked ready to snap. That was only a reason to continue. "I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott..."
His voice barely had to be louder than a whisper.
"When she's screaming my name?"
Scott broke his tray clean in half. Jackson allowed himself a quiet chuckle, and finished his apple.
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Once again taken from TW S01E09. Geez, Jackson, you're such a creeper.]
