The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Twenty-Five

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, her tone firm.

Jackson stared at her incredulously, his brow furrowed. "You want to do tonight sober?" he asked, as if it was the craziest thing in the world.

Allison gave him a small smile, but her eyes held a serious glint. "I wouldn't mind remembering some of it," she answered.

Jackson sighed, slumping back against his seat. "Yeah, well - I wouldn't mind forgetting all of it," he muttered, his voice carrying a hint of resignation.

Allison frowned, glancing out the window. The tension in the car hung in the air for a moment, and Kylie, sensing the mood, shifted a bit in her seat.

"Besides, I don't think it's a really good idea to drink while you're in a car with a three-year-old child," Allison added, her voice soft but pointed.

Jackson turned his head to look at Kylie, who grinned up at him, waving innocently. He let out another sigh, a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. He stuffed the bottle back into his pocket, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, alright," he said, his tone softening.

"Do you know if Scott's coming?" Allison asked, breaking the silence.

"I know he's not allowed to," Jackson said curtly.

Allison turned to him, confusion evident on her face. "Why?"

"Academic probation," he replied, his tone dismissive.

Allison's frown deepened, and before she could say anything more, Jackson opened the car door and climbed out, leaving Allison and Kylie inside.

Kylie looked up at Allison and offered an innocent, almost proud explanation, "He's failing three classes. That's what Coach said when he was talking about Stiles and Greenberg."

Allison chuckled softly at Kylie's bluntness, but the laughter quickly faded as she sighed, staring at her reflection in the rearview mirror. She adjusted her makeup and muttered under her breath, "Normal teenage girl. You can do this." She paused, reminding herself, "Smile, Allison. Somebody could be falling in love with your—"

"Alli!" Kylie suddenly interrupted, pointing at the roof. "Look!"

Allison looked up and saw Scott, dressed in a suit, awkwardly attempting to sneak into the school. A smile spread across her face as she watched him, her heart swelling with a mix of surprise and warmth. Jackson opened her car door, and Allison got out, lifting Kylie from the backseat and settling her on her hip as they headed toward the school.

They walked over to where Lydia and Stiles were waiting by the entrance.

"Jackson," Lydia said, eyeing him appreciatively. "You look handsome."

"Obviously. It's Hugo Boss," Jackson replied, his voice carrying an air of smugness.

Allison shot Jackson a disapproving look, rolling her eyes slightly. She thought he was being unnecessarily rude, and it was starting to wear on her nerves. Meanwhile, Kylie, noticing Allison's expression, mimicked her and stuck her tongue out playfully at Jackson, making Allison stifle a laugh.

The gym was finely decorated, a swirl of glittering lights casting colorful reflections across the polished floor. The music thumped loudly, blending with the chatter and laughter of students enjoying the night. Everyone seemed to be having fun, dancing and mingling, their energy almost infectious. Well, almost everyone. Allison, Kylie, and Jackson were standing stiffly on the dance floor, not really moving, just sipping their drinks and watching the crowd move around them.