The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

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Chapter Seventeen.

*Jackson's POV*

    I wasn't going in early to lift today, I wanted to go to school and walk in with Samantha. The winter dance was on Friday, and I wanted to go with her. I was going to ask her alone, I wanted to ask her alone. The only thing left to worry about was if she'd say yes or not.

    I got dressed and jogged down the stairs, unlocking my Porsche from the kitchen window. I peeled a banana and walked outside, hopping into my car. I sped up down the road, and on the way I drove past Stilinski's jeep and couldn't help but roll my eyes. Stiles out of all people was my competition for the girl I liked. I saw how she looked at him on Friday night, and I knew that she still had feelings for him.

    The funny thing was, I wasn't even mad at Stiles for dislocating my shoulder. It was well worth it, for a girl like her, I'd do anything. But every time she talked to them, jealousy washed through me and I just wanted to punch him. Who would blame me if I did? He's the one that started it with my shoulder, and he would have brought it on himself. Safe to say everyone would be on my side.

    When I pulled into the school parking lot, I saw Samantha and I took a deep breath. I had to get ready to go ask, and for some reason I was terrified.   I watched as she walked across the parking lot, she was gorgeous. She was wearing a white sweater with studs on the shoulder, with black jeans clinging on tightly to her perfect legs. She wore black shoes, and her hair was up in a messy bun with a black headband. She made that look great, she made everything look great.

     As soon as I put my hand on the door handle, I saw where it was that she was walking to. Scott jumped out of Stilinski's jeep and walked towards her. She pulled up her sleeve and showed him her arm. What was wrong with her arm? Oh well, it didn't matter. I got out of my car and stormed to the school, walking past everyone and ignoring them all completely.

*Scott's  POV*

"So he just came to your house?" I asked, looking at her arm.

"Yeah, at two in the morning. So if I'm going to continue to get visitors from you and your 'friends' could you make it at more of a convenient time?" she asked, pulling her sleeve down over her arm.

"Does it hurt?" I asked, ignoring her questions.

"It feels like I got scratched by some lunatic at two in the morning." she looked around, and folded her arms across her chest.

"In seriousness, does it hurt?" I tried again.

"Okay, yeah a little. But nothing more than any normal scratch." she sighed.

"Well that's a good sign." I finally took a deep breath, feeling a little relieved.

"Scott, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on yet?" she looked at me, and almost looked concern.

"I-I-I really have to get going to class." I said, walking to catch up with Stiles.

    I could see him fidgeting, he wanted to burst at the seems knowing that he didn't know what was going on with Samantha and why she needed to show me her arm. If only he'd stop being so stubborn and talk to her, then he'd know what was going on! But he just insisted on avoiding her for the rest of his life.

"Does it have something to do with Derek?" he finally asked.

"You should probably ask her yourself." I shrugged.

"Scott!" he groaned.

"Nope, if you're so concerned you can ask her yourself." I looked at him and pretended I just realized something, "Oh that's right, you won't talk to her."