The Youngest (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 25

3rd P.O.V

Jackson pulled up into the school's parking lot in his Porsche with Allison next to him and Kylie in the backseat. Once he was parked, he took out a small bottle of Scotch from his pockets that he pilfered from his dad's cabinet and took a small swig. He looked at Allison, who was already looking at him and offered her the bottle.

"I'm good, thanks." She said turning it down.

Jackson stared at her incredulously.

"You want to do tonight sober?" He asked her, as if it was the craziest thing in the world.

"I wouldn't mind remembering some of it." Allison answered.

"Yeah, well - I wouldn't mind forgetting all of it." Jackson sighed.

Allison frowned, looking ahead.

"Besides, I don't think it's a really good idea to drink while your in a car with a three year old child." She stated.

Jackson turned his head and looked at Kylie, who grinned and waved at him. Sighing, he placed the bottle back in his pocket and stared ahead.

"Do you know if Scott's coming?" Allison asked.

"I know he's not allowed to." Allison looked at him in confusion. "Academic probation." Jackson explained.

Without another word he exited the car leaving Allison and Kylie inside.

"He's failing three classes." Kylie said, showing three fingers with her tiny hand. "That's what Bobby said while he was saying other mean things about Stiles and Greenberg."

Allison couldn't help, but let out a small chuckle at Kylie's statement. Then, she sighed, the smile falling from her face. She checked herself in the mirror, arranging her makeup.

"Normal teenage girl." She reminded herself. "You can do this. Smile, Allison. Somebody could be falling in love with your -"

"Alli!" Kylie cut her off, pointing at the roof. "Look!"

Allison looked up and smiled as she saw Scott on the roof, in a suit, trying to sneak inside the school. Jackosn opened Allison's car door and she then went to get Kylie from the backseat, placing her on her hip. They started walking towards the school, stopping next to Stiles and Lydia.

"Jackson." Lydia said. "You look handsome."

"Obviously. It's Hugo Boss." Jackson replied in an obvious tone.

Allison frowned at him. She thought that he was being quite rude tonight.

The gym was finely decorated and the music and voices of all the people was deafening. Everyone was dancing and seemed to be having fun. Well, almost everyone. Allison, Kylie and Jackson were standing on the dance floor, not doing anything, but drinking.

"Do you wanna dance?" Allison tried to ask Jackson.

Jackson looked at her.

"Do I have to?" He asked back.

Allison let out a small laugh.

"Not the response I was expecting, but - No, I guess not." She said, sounding a bit disapointed.

The three of them continued standing there until Allison got sick of it. She placed Kylie on the ground, took her hand and started walking away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Jackson asked her.

"We are going to dance." Allison stated, emphasizing on the we.

Kylie giggled as Allison lifted her up and placed her tiny feet on her slightly tallers and then, they danced