nomoresportscars: ([pos] Plotting against you.)
Jackson's day was running pretty smoothly. After lunch, he'd spent Allison's free period swimming with her, winning a race or two between them. He'd enjoyed that more than he was prepared to tell anyone, which meant he'd almost felt like he didn't have ulterior motives when he asked her to go to the winter formal with him, since he was going to still be in town for that. Just as friends. Of course. After that, he'd spent most of the day with Danny. And of course, going to the big lacrosse game in the evening was just mandatory. He wasn't playing, of course (even though the chances of Coach Finstock of actually remembering that were fifty-fifty) but he still got to sit with the players, because on some level he was still their captain. Which meant sitting down next to Scott.

It's the bite that does it, isn't it? )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Taken with some tweakage from both TW S01E09 as well as (finally!) E10, 'Co-Captain'.]
nomoresportscars: ([spec] Just eating this apple here.)
There 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.

Are you trying to pretend not to hear me? )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Once again taken from TW S01E09. Geez, Jackson, you're such a creeper.]
nomoresportscars: ([pos] Smugness at its best.)
Jackson was spending his Friday night packing. He was due for a little trip back home. All the friendly texting and chatting he'd been doing with Allison was all well and good, but it was really time to move this plan forward, and that required his presence back in Beacon Hills, starting tomorrow. Which was not to say he couldn't do something already tonight. Leaving his bag be for a moment, he pulled out his phone, and picked a number from his contacts, lifting the phone to his ear.

I know what you are, McCall. )

[ooc: Door closed, post... can be open though I don't know how long I'll be awake anymore. Dialogue from Teen Wolf S01E09.]
nomoresportscars: ([spec] Thanks a lot Hale.)
"What did you say it was that scratched you?"

"Uh, it was –– It was just an animal. Look, can you hurry this up? I'm missing first period."

In favor of laying face down on an uncomfortable operating table. It had taken a while, but Jackson had finally managed to drag his ass (along with his scabber-over neck naturally) to a doctor's office. And yes, he was missing Model United Nations because of it. He couldn't say he was exactly crying over it, because he preferred to stay as far away from talking ponies as he possibly could, but he had to admit this wasn't exactly his favorite, either. Having some grey-haired man prodding at the back of his neck.

Hold. Still. )

[ooc: NFI, NFB, OOC okay! Taken with minimal tweakage from Teen Wolf S01E09 'Wolf's Bane'.]

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