As soon as I see Jackson standing by his locker, I start my march over.
"Hey," I say as I approach.
He looks at me weirdly. "You're not going to punch me in the face again, are you?"
"No, I just wanted to ask you a question," I tell him.
"No, I will not go out with you." Jackson smirks.
"Shut up." I narrow my eyes at him and cross my arms. "I wasn't going to ask you out. I was going to ask you about a fire."
"What fire? I don't know anything about a fire," Jackson says quickly. Even without psychic abilities, I could tell he's lying. "You're as weird as your brother, you know?"
He closes his locker and turns away from me, walking down the hallway. I hurry after him.
"You're lying, Jackson," I accuse, trying to match his long strides.
"I'm not lying - you're just crazy," he insists.
"Was that what happened to your parents? Did they die in a fire? What - what is it about you and a fire?" I demand.
He stops suddenly in his tracks and whirls around. I expect to see him angry or annoyed with me for asking so many questions, but, instead, his face has an unreadable expression, even to me, on it.
"I don't know who my parents are, much less what happened to them," he says through gritted teeth. "Now, leave me alone."
This time, as he marches away from me, I follow, but don't say anything. I don't know how long I plan to follow him, but my gut tells me I should. Sure enough, he walks right up to my brother, slamming his locker door closed.
"I know what you are, McCall," he states, smirking slightly.
Scott looks at me questioningly, and I can't help but wonder if he thinks I told Jackson. Maybe I really did lose Scott and Stiles' trust in me by telling Derek I was psychic. But that was my secret to keep and to tell, not theirs.
"Wha - what?" Scott stammers, looking back to Jackson.
"I know what you are," Jackson repeats evenly.
"I'm sorry. I have no idea what you're talking about," Scott lies, tilting his head and feigning sincerity.
"Yeah ... yeah, you do," Jackson says confidently. "And, uh, here's the thing. However it is you came to be what you are, you're gonna get it for me, too."
"Get what for you?" Scott furrows his eyebrows.
"Whatever it is," replies Jackson easily. "A bite, a scratch, a potion from your magical witchy sister, or sniffing magic fairy dust under the moonlight - I don't care. You're gonna get it for me or, uh -" He turns Scott's head to face Allison. "She's gonna find out about it, too."
He smiles to himself and walks away.
"How did he find out?" Scott asks as soon as Jackson is out of earshot.
"Gee, I don't know, Scott," I retort. "Maybe it was your glove on the field or Derek coming after him or Derek sinking his claws into Jackson's neck. Maybe it was the countless times he's seen you start to shift on the field or your sudden, new lacrosse abilities. I'm surprised he didn't find out sooner!" I burst, my eyes getting wider and wider with every sentence.
"When were you gonna tell me that he was close to finding out?" Scott demands.
"I - Well, when he ... never," I admit quietly.
"Great," Scott mutters. "I thought I could trust you, Emerson. I thought Stiles and I could trust you."
He storms away from me angrily, leaving me alone next to his locker.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
