Teen Wolf imagines & Preferences

Jackson imagine

Hey guys! I got asked to write this buy it didn't turn out as u wanted it to but I know for a fact that I won't have enough time to put in more effort in this imagine. This was a really hard imagine to write since there was a lot of things that I had to keep in mind while writing it. I hope it's okay anyways!

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I pulled a purple shirt over my head at the same time as I struggled to make my way down to the kitchen.
"Morning Esmey," the sheriff said as he grabbed his coat and exited time house.
"Good morning," I said smiling at him. "Have a great day."
"You too."
I grabbed some yoghurt and cereals and mix it in a bowl.
"Thank you," Stiles said as he grabbed my bowl, moving the spoon to his mouth.
"Hey, that's my breakfast!" I grabbed the spoon right before it reached its final destination. Stiles laughed lightly at me as I shook your head.
He didn't try to eat my breakfast anymore, which was really surprising regarding the fact that he after all was STILES STILINSKI. He wasn't that weird after getting to know him, wait, he was even more weird, you just got used to him after a while.
"Are you coming?" Stiles shouted from the front door, waking you up from my daydream.
"Yeah," I answered and grabbed my jeans jacket.
"Do you really need that? It's warm outside," Stiles asked looking at your jacket. I flashed my eyes at him, making him take a step back.
"Of course I need it," I said with a grin. He looked at me like I was crazy before walking to his jeep.
I hopped inside his car and so did he. A silence spread in the car.
"We're not picking up Scott, he's sick" was the only thing that was said during the whole ride.  It wasn't a uncomfortable, awkward silence, actually it was more of a comfortable silence where you could relax because you fully knew the person beside you and didn't have to talk with each other to communicate.
We reached school within fifteen minutes. Stiles quickly disappeared somewhere, he was probably with Lydia or anyone else from his group of friends. There was something about him that somehow got him friends. He wasn't the most popular kid in school, but he'd never have to worry about being alone. I was a complete other story. People liked me, or at least they pretended to like me. In reality they just wanted to use me. I never had any real friends before my mother was killed. Stiles and his family took care of me ever since.
I stepped out of the car after taking some seconds to just breath. Everyone glared at me, girls looked hatefully at me while the boys looked me up and down smirking like they'd never seen a girl before.
"Hey baby," a voice whispered behind me. I felt a pair a strong arms sneak their way around my tiny waist.
"Hey Jackson," I whispered back to him. He turned me around so I was facing him and left a light kiss on my lips.
"You look beautiful today," he told me with a smile. "As always."
"Thank you," I smiled back at him.
"I have to go to class. See you later, hun."
I nodded as he let go of my waist and left for class. After he'd left, I started to slowly make my way down the corridor to my locker. The hall was completely empty, everyone was in class. I sighted. This was my favourite part of the day. There was something nice of walking down a corridor all alone, knowing that you were late for class and it wouldn't make a difference if you hurried or not.
I could hear sounds coming from the classrooms; students talking loudly with their friends, teachers trying desperately to get them to shut up, someone drumming with their fingers against the table, another person shewing gum. I took a deep breath and smelled the normal smell of school; sweat, and tons of perfume. I'm going off topic.
I opened my locker and started pulling the books I needed out of it, but quickly stopped when I felt someone's presence behind me. With my pulse raising, I turned around, to be met by a pair of glowing red eyes. Another werewolf. It was nothing like Scott. It had blood dripping down from its mouth. I pressed my body up against the lockers as the creature approached me. I desperately wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound.
"Good girl," a voice coming from the werewolf said. "You're the siren everyone is talking about." It grinned evilly at me and placed a palm over my mouth. I was too scared to react at all before he punched me in the stomach. I started bending over in pain, but the werewolf's hand stopped me.
"Let. Her. Go," someone growled from the left of the werewolf. I turned my head to be faced with the most beautiful pair of eyes ever that for once was filled with a mixture of disgust, fear and worry. It was Jackson.
"What're you going to do about it?"
"I love her, take me instead."
He just said that he loved me and I knew he meant it. I also knew that I loved him too.

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So that's it. I really hoped you liked it!
Xx,
Elinthefab