Teen Wolf Imagines

Jackson Whittemore - Leaving

"So you're really leaving Beacon Hills?" You asked your boyfriend, who was packing his suitcases. You knew the answer, you just wished it wasn't true. He stopped and looked at you.

"I wouldn't be packing my bags otherwise Y/N." He spoke with venom in his voice.

"I know you're only trying to be mean to get me to hate you, I can't hate you Jackson. You want me to hate you so I let you walk out of that door, without a care in the world. But I know you." You whispered, standing up and folding his clothes that he had just thrown.

"You obviously don't know me that well." He muttered, ripping the t-shirt from your hands.

"Tell me you hate me." You stood with your arms across your chest and a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean Y/N?" Jackson looked at you in confusion.

"Tell me you hate me, and you can live life without a girlfriend." You told him but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Sighing, you sat on his window ledge, looking out over the neighborhood. It was dark out, meaning nobody was around to say their goodbyes, but nobody really took a liking to Jackson anyway. 

"Did you not see what I did to those people Y/N? All those people, got hurt, because of me. I tried to kill you. I tried to kill my own girlfriend, yet here you are, begging me to stay. I can't control this whole Kanima thing yet, and until I do, I can't be around you. I could succeed killing you next time, as much as I don't want too." He sat beside you, resting his hands on your knees.

"You know damn well you can control it. You don't have a leader anymore." He ran a finger through his hair.

"Proving my point. I don't have a leader, meaning I have to do this on my own." You weren't listening to him and he knew that. All you cared about was him not being around anymore.

"And what if someone else kills me huh? You protected me before from all the bad guys." Jackson lifted his finger to your chin and turned your face so you were looking him dead in the eye.

"I am a bad guy." You shoved his fingers off of you at that comment.

"If you're such a bad guy, why am I still alive? Why am I even your girlfriend? Why do I even love you?" Your voice cracked and you broke down crying.

"Oh Y/N." He whispered, sitting on the floor beside you and pulling you into his embrace. 

"You can't leave, n-not on your own." Your voice stuttered as you cried, he didn't know what to do or say.

"I've been lonely all of my life Y/N, I can do this." He tried to convince you but it wasn't working. 

"Where are you gonna go? The world is such a scary place." You felt him gently laugh.

"Don't laugh at me." You groaned.

"I'm just getting as far away from this place as I can. Beacon Hills isn't my scenery anymore." He admitted and it was obvious that you weren't going to win this one.

"I'm coming with you." You told him and his eyes widened. You stood up and he copied your actions.

"Are you crazy?" Jackson was looking at you as though you had just killed someone. Thinking about your decision, you nodded timidly. 

"If you're leaving, I'm leaving. Pack your things, then take me to my house so I can pack a bag, we get on the next flight out of here, and we're not looking back. I'm not taking no as answer this time."