walk away ♕ jackson whittemore

01; what do you mean walk?

disclaimer: i don't own teen wolf or any of the characters all rights to teen wolf.

g r a c e

i sat on that stupid, sweaty, hot bus all day, next to my best friend, stiles stilinkski. it was 9:00 at night and i was already sick of this entire bus.

"nice game, huh!" stiles cheered, as he fiddled with the strings on his lacrosse stick.

"i guess, i mean i didn't play or anything." i replied, as i tucked a piece of hair behind my ears.

"that's just because you told coach you were gonna 'purposely loose' if he made you play." stiles said, giggling.

"hey, i played last game, and i got all the goals, i am on my period, so i wasn't gonna play even if he dragged me on the field." i replied to him, putting my hands in the pockets of my sweat shirt.

stiles giggled at my response, as his eyes were focused on a strawberry blonde in the distance.

"go talk to her." i whispered in his ear. stiles had been in love with lydia martin since kindergarten, yet he hasn't talked to her yet.

"what's the point; she'll just turn me down, i mean she is a beautiful cheerleader, and i am a sucky lacrosse player." stiles whispered back, pursing his lips together.

"hey, you don't suck; you're better than me." i said, trying to boost his confidence, "and she'll love you."

"yeah, ask her out, see how far you'll get." a snarky voice pearled from the seat behind us.

i sat up on the chair and darted my eyes behind me to see jackson whittemore giggling with his stuck up, asshole 'friends'.

"shut up, jackson no one actually give a shit what you think." i snarled, clenching my fists together, tightly.

"same goes for you princess." jackson replied, aggressively.

"ugh, you're such an asshole."

"why don't you shut up!" jackson exclaimed, loudly so the entire bus heard.

"hey, hey! what's going on here?!" coach's voice bellowed through the bus, "stevens! whittemore! get your asses over here!"

"this is all your fault, whittemore." i snarled under my breath.

"you two have been fighting like a bunch of girls all year, get off my bus!" coach shouted, clenching his teeth together.

"you can't be serious." i replied, as we walked out of the bus. coach stood on the steps; his eyes filled with anger.

"you two are walking home; maybe that'll show you some teamwork!" coach yelled, furrowing his eyebrows.

"you can't just leave us here!" jackson argued, i could tell the anger was boiling up inside him.

"oh yes i can, and i will." coach shouted, i glanced over to see stiles sticking his head out he window, his facial expression confused.

with that, coach closed the doors of the bus, and the engine started.

"coach! coach!" we both yelled, knocking on the door of the bus, furiously.

the car started moving; we tried running along side it, but it was too late, the bus was gone.

"shit! what are we gonna do now?" jackson asked, aloud.

i started walking down the road.

"where are you going?!" jackson asked, running to beside me.

"my phone is on the bus, so i am walking, maybe we can find a gas station or something, and call a cab. duh, you idiot!" i snapped, feeling anger fill my eyes.

"princess, whatever you do, don't annoy me, and don't get your panties in a twist. after all i know what they look like." jackson rudely pointed out, referring to our 'friends with benefits' phase.

"shut up jackass." i replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"whatever you say, princess." jackson smirked.

"stop calling me princess!" i scolded, furrowing my eyebrows.

we walked together for a half an hour on the road, as we paced ourselves in silence.

"wanna talk?" i asked, mumbling under my breath.

"why?"

"because jackson; beacon hills is too far away for us to walk in silence. maybe we can get to know each other. you know, on a non-sexual way." i said, looking over to jackson who looked like he was deep in thought, "we haven't had a conversation that wasn't about sex, fighting, and coach."

"okay, what do you wanna know about me? other than i am really good in bed. which you've obviously experienced first-hand." jackson asked, sounding genuine.

"whatever we talk about, can it not be about sex and calling me princess."

jackson squinted his eyes fixated on me, he let out a shrug, "i guess."

this was going to be a long night...