The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

Me, my broken self, and I.

I do not own Teen Wolf-

Chapter Twenty Six.

The rest of the car ride was silent and when I got to school I didn't bother looking for Jackson or anyone for that matter. I just happened to pass by Derek who was leaning up against his car, it wasn't until I was about forty feet past him that I realized he wasn't suppose to be here. I stopped and turned around, to see an empty parking spot and a black Camaro heading for the main road. I stood there for a second, wondering why the hell he was even here in the first place.

I sighed and shook my head before turning around and heading back for the school. I saw Jackson getting out of his car, but I walked straight past him.  He lied to me, and honestly whatever he was doing I probably wouldn't have cared if he would have told me the truth. I think he noticed I was avoiding him because he grabbed my wrist, rather tightly, and pulled me back around to face him.

"What's wrong?" his face was stern just like yesterday morning, it scared me.

"Okay, ouch." I said pulling my wrist out of his grasp, "And I've got to get to class."

He grabbed my wrist again, and this time it was really tightly. Tight enough to break it if he wanted to, I felt a tear rush down my cheek at his harsh touch.

"Jackson, let go." I said trying to squirm out of his grasp, once again.

"What's wrong?" he asked, with the same stern look on his face.

"Jackson, please just let go." I looked around and saw that people were starting to stare.

"You can't just make out with me one night, and ignore me the next." his grip tightened with every word he said.

"Jackson, you're causing a scene." with every word he said, another ten faces turned to look at us.

"Let's show them what we did last night." he stepped closer to me and I could feel his breath on my face.

"Get off of me." I tried to push him back but his grip was much too tight.

"What's wrong, isn't this what you like?" he outlined my lips with his thumb.

"Please get off of me." I tried to push again.

"Don't like a crowd?" he smirked.

"Jackson, let go." now I was looking him dead in the eyes, I didn't break our gaze every so often I'd squirm around and try to get my wrist out f his grasp.

Everything about him right now, scared the hell out of me. I did not like this Jackson and I didn't understand what had gotten into him. I blushed when I thought of last night, the point was, last night he was perfectly fine. I don't know what happened, beside the fact that he lied to me.

"How many times does she have to tell you?"

I turned my head to see Isaac, Scott and Stiles all standing behind me. It looked and sounded like Stiles had said it. Them being there and Stiles saying that only aggravated Jackson even more, he cocked his head to the side and smirked. Suddenly his grip tightened even more, if that was even possible, I thought that if he went any tighter he might break his fingers.

"Well," Isaac stepped forward, "I'm only going to tell you once." he said before meeting Jackson's face with his fist.

It was just enough to send Jackson stumbling backwards and with that I took off into a sprint towards the school. I ran through the halls and into the bathroom, I locked myself in a stall and sat on the toilet as I started to cry. I pushed a few of the tears back with my index finger. I took a deep breath and rolled my sleeve up on my left arm.