kiss you // S.S.

chapter fourteen: trust no one

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Thirteen year old Leo laughed loudly as he ran through the backyard of Jackson's house, the both of them just in their boxers and a t shirt while throwing water balloons at each other. The two of them were both carefree, enjoying the hot weather and the fact nobody was there to judge them acting like little kids.

"Wait, I'm all out!" Leo shouted, dodging the balloons Jackson chucked at him with accurate precision. Realizing Leo was telling the truth, Jackson paused the game to handover over two water balloons so that they both had an equal amount.

"No worries. I got you bro" Jackson smiled with his perfectly straight teeth.

And then the two continued playing their game, eventually jumping into the pool.

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My hands were balled into fists as I glared heatedly through the glass of the interrogation room. Stiles and Scott sat side by side, while their parents along with Mr. Whittemore stood around them with disappointment and anger. The fact that Jackson took it this far, to get his dad to run straight to the cops and get the boys in trouble.

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically" Sheriff Stilinski told the two boys.

"What about school?" Stiles asked.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50 - foot distance" the sheriff told him.

"Bu - okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles questioned. I swear this boy can never take anything serious. Knowing he was only making matters worse, I decided to go find the source of the problem while he was alone. As I walked out the of the room, the last I heard Stiles say was, "I'll just hold it"

Right now, I was beyond pissed. While Stiles and Scott got in trouble, somehow my name stayed out of everything. Which should be a good thing for me but I hated that this was being treated as a game. As I came around a corner, I caught sight of my target.

Jackson.

"For someone who's not in trouble, you don't look too happy" Jackson said to me when he noticed I was walking up to him, a smirk planted on his face.

"Why?" I asked instantly, my face inches away from his since he stood up.

"Why what?" He asked tauntingly.

"Why the fuck did you snitch on them but not me?" I whispered harshly. "What game are you playing at? One second you're calling me out then the next you're protecting me? Jackson, something is wrong with you and we are the only ones that, not only can help you, but want to help you" I fumed.

"I'm going to give you a piece of advice, bestie" Jackson said dangerously low to my face. His eyes were set dead on me, not once showing a sign of anything. "Stay out of our where"

Jackson turned to walk away but I grabbed his elbow quickly stopping him in his tracks. He spun around angrily, his eyes switching over to the kanimas. Knowing this was going to turn ugly quickly I felt my eyes glow red.

"Fuck it"

Third Person Point Of View

"I'm gonna go get the car" Melissa McCall sniffled as she walked away.

Stiles slowly walked up to Scott after his mom just blew up on him in the middle of the police station. "I'm the worst son ever" Scott sighed.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either" Stiles mentioned as they both looked over to his dad where he was getting chewed out on by Mr. Whittemore who was angry with Stiles's comments.