Mind over Matter

Coincidental

Jackson just knew that today was not going to be his day, he was quickly proved correct when he stepped out the door and heard the faint slickqued squish beneath his shoe. Looking down he watched as brown goo gushed from under his shoe out each side.

He mumbled some choice words before scrubbing his foot into the grass, harshly smashing it below his foot. He checked his watch with a groan great I'm going to be late. He marched over to his car carelessly tossing his backpack into it, he jerked his seatbelt across his chest but it locked halfway.

"Ah Fuck it!" he started the car and backed out of his driveway cutting off another car but not even bothering to wave a hand in apology.

Jackson came in late and attempted to sneak in past the teacher while he was facing the board.

"Detention Mr.Whitmore" He stated without even glancing over his shoulder as he continued to write on the board.

Jackson huffed out a breath and slouched in his seat. Just perfect! He growled internally. He could hear the annoying sound of pinched laughter behind him but he ignored it.

Halfway through class he felt a nudge on his lower back. He ignored it and continued to fill out the worksheet. He felt it three more times before he jerked around.

"What do you want Stilinski!?" Stiles just grinned.

"I just wanted to inform you that the buttons on your shirt are unbuttoned and that there is a red smudge on your cheek" Stile bit his bottom lip in attempt to hold back his laugh.

Scott broke first. When Jackson looked to him Scott pointed to his own cheek. Jackson glared at them both.

"Maybe it's supposed to be there" Jackson answered.

"So what your saying is that you like to wear lipstick." a few giggles from the closer classmates could be heard.

"Fuck you Stilinski" Jackson growled.

"That's another detention Mr.Whitmore"

Jackson gaped at the man "But I-"

"Would you like to make it three?"

"No sir" Jackson turned around and rubbed his cheek clean and adjusted his shirt. It was going to be a long day.

Finally lunch came around and Jackson sat in his usual seat, right next to Lydia. She gave him a pointed look and his smile dropped.

"What?" he leaned towards her a little more. She just turned and started a conversation with Alison. Jackson's nostrils flared. He turned her back around firmly.

"What's your problem?" he bit out.

"You." she said venomously.

"Yeah, no shit. What about me?" his grip on her arm became firmer as she started to turn away. "Lydia."

"Don't act like you don't know. You know exactly what you did." she hissed.

"Your kidding me right. This is about me not wanting to watch the Notebook. Lydia I hate that movie."

"Yeah well I love it and I wanted to watch it, whith my Boyfriend, whose supposed to want to do things with his girlfriend."

Jackson scoffed. Is she being serious right now? They did things together... Usually with a bed.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Uh yeah" He gave her a blank face.

"Mhm. I don't know if I want to do this anymore. Your never there for me. You always put yourself before anyone else. And-" Her eyes became watery.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Lydia, what the hell? You can't just break up with me over something stupid like the Notebook. Your being dramatic and need to just stop talking. Its annoying when you say things that don't mean anything." Jackson stated as he picked at his food.

"That right there is why I'm breaking up with you. Your head is so far up your ass that you don't even treat me like a human being anymore. Your a fucking douchebag that needs to get a sense of reality!" her voice faltered.

Jackson just stared at her. She finally got up. He now noticed all the people looking at him like HE was the bad guy. So he got up and crashed into a solid body. The tray in the persons hands had toppled onto Jackson's chest and down his khakis.

There was a symphonie of gasp while others held their breath. His nostrils flared as he looked up through his eyelashes to meet the perps eyes. Stilinski. He growled.

Stiles was gapping like a fish. Once he realised who he had just thrown his food on he bolted so quickly from the room that anyone would have thought he had supernatural powers.

Jackson got Danny to run home for him and bring his back some clothes. He didn't see Stiles the rest of the day. Coincidentally nothing else bad happened, at least that's what he was hoping.

Shall be continued...
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