Jackson Whittemore Imagines

Obsessed (Part Three)

"It's terrifying, he turned up at my house to give her roses, like I don't even know how he found her!" Stiles sighed and Scott let out a low laugh.

"Not as bad as the practise you were late for, she cheered for him and he tripped, ploughed right into Greenburg." They both laughed as they hurried over to your locker to find you attempting to stuffed bears and roses back into your locker.

"Can I burn these, is that bad... maybe I can give them to people." You yelped and shoved a bear into the arms of a passing student.

"I think school prohibits setting fires in your locker." Stiles mumbled as you gave up and let everything pool out on the floor.

"You just gonna leave that there?" Scott asked as you grabbed your bag and started walking to class.

"Yup." You called back, smiling when Stiles scooted everything away from your locker to one a little way down the corridor.

Harris glared at you as you hurried into class, almost tripping when Stiles scrambled to get a seat with Scott and hopped in front of you. The lesson moved on slowly, every now and then Jackson would subtly toss an answer on a ball of paper for you.

"Miss (Y/N), answer the question!" Harris snapped and you jolted up in your seat.

"Jackson..." You mumbled before you realised what you were saying, you blushed when the entire class snickered. Jackson smiled and glanced at Danny who shook his head when he saw the smug look on his friend's face.

"While I am sure your scattered adolescent brain assumes Mr Whittemore to be the answer to all the problems in your life but he is not the answer to this question." Harris sighed, you froze, wanting the world to swallow you up.

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"(Y/N)!" Stiles yelped when he spotted you. "This is the boy's locker room!"

"Yeah, I know, I needed to come in here and talk to you ladies." You smiled and crossed your arms, leaning on one leg as you cocked your head.

"Ok, what'd you want?" Scott asked as you twirled his Lacrosse stick and smacked Stiles in the face.

"Help me talk to Jackson." You whispered and Stiles groaned.

"Why, we agreed that he was not the kind of guy to date." Stiles wailed and slipped as he tried to avoid you and the stick.

"Ok but he's being so nice and I mean he's cute and he helps me in Mr Harris' class." You mumbled and shuffled one of your feet against the floor.

"(Y/N) ... are you lost?" Jackson asked as he pushed Stiles out of the way and lent on the wall next to Scott.

"I was... just... um... Lacrosse." You stuttered, both boys stared at you while Jackson smiled.

"You know If I win tonight we'll have to go on another victory date, you're gonna want one of my Jerseys for the game, right?" Jackson asked and you make an odd squeaking noise. "I'll see you later." He kissed your cheek and handed you a jersey.

"You ok?" Stiles asked as he waved a hand in front of your face. "Is she in shock?"

"No, she's squealing really quietly." Scott whispered back as they exchanged a look and went back to staring at you.

"We should get her out of the locker room." Stiles whispered back just as Jackson came back,

"Hey, you want to sit on the front row?" Jackson asked and led you away from your friends.

"What just happened?" Scott asked and Stiles threw his hands up. "Did Jackson just break (Y/N)?"

"This is incredibly weird." Stiles mumbled.