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Jackson when you show up at his house for a party and he checks you out — to say you were nervous was an understatement. Lydia, your friend, or as she likes to say "besties for the resties!" dragged you to a party. You weren't one to party, you would usually stay in the background, trying to survive highschool instead of getting an STD like all the girls at Beacon Hills.
"We're here!" Lydia screeched in excitement as she skipped out of the car, literally. But once yourealized who's party this was, you instantly cringed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You groaned.
"Because you wouldn't have come." She was right though. Spending an evening in Jackson Whittemores home wasn't exactly your cup of tea. You used to have the biggest crush on him, you followed him around the halls like a lost puppy, hoping he would notice you, until he started dating Lydia.
It was awkward at first, but thank god you didn't tell Lydia about your feelings before hand, because things would be even more awkward.
So it's one year later and you were completely over him... kinda.
"Come on!" She exclaimed literally dragging you to his front door. The door swung open and Jackson stood there, a shocked expression on his face.
"Hey Jackson!" Lydia said attaching herself on him and kissing him sloppily.
"Ew." You muttered and pulled a disgusted face. Your best friend was really slutty when it comes to boys, But that was just Lydia and you had to accept it. Jackson completely ignored her and kept his eyes attached to you, and your body.
"It's Y/N right?" Jackson asked with his signature smirk on his face.
"Yep." You replied shortly, stomping into his house with a bitchy attitude. You were pretty pissed that Lydia has brought you here, not even his sexy smirk could bring you to smile. But little did you know, that his eyes were on you the whole night as you danced with all of the lacrosse boys. His eyes full of lust as he craved your touch.
