Wild Ones - Teen Wolf fan fic

Study

"I say we just go with Wikipedia," Jackson said, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "The paper is due tomorrow." I rolled my eyes.

"No. We still haven't even cracked open 'the beast' yet." I pointed to massive hard cover book sitting on my desk. It dwarfed everything on my desk, looking more like a box than a book. Jackson groaned and flopped back on my bed. Getting help from Jackson on this assignment was like pulling teeth. He got frustrated every time I asked him to look something up, which wasn't very often.

"Oh, come on, ya big baby. It's only 6. We have plenty of time, as long as we use it wisely." I said, shuffling through my notes. He sat up on his elbows and smirked.

"I know something we could be doing to use our time wisely." I looked up at him, not fully getting the jist of his comment until I saw his face. He waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and patted the spot beside him. I was about to shoot him down with a snarky response when the door burst open.

"Hey Ogre. Give me your-" Mal froze in the doorway, her jaw hanging open unattractively. She stared at Jackson and he glared at her. I sat staring at her, waiting for her to finish her demand.

"What do you want? We're busy." Jackson demanded, gesturing to me and our piles of books and notes. It was my turn to gawk at him. Noone spoke to Mal like that, Noone. I waited, holding my breath, for her response. To my surprise and utter shock, she simply blushed scarlet and muttered a quiet apology as she shut the door behind her. 'What. The. Hell. Was. That???' I thought, floored at what just happened. Mal took shit from Noone and I couldn't believe the way Jackson spoke to her! Part of me wanted to be mad, but most of me was smug. I didn't realize I was still staring until Jackson cleared his throat loudly.

"Uhhm. Sorry. It's just, Noone talks to her like that and gets away without some sort of flesh wound." I said, shaking my head in disbelief. He watched me, his expression stern.

"I didn't like the way she spoke to you. She barges in here and starts making demands. And she calls you 'ogre'? Why do you put up with it?" He was obviously irritated. I shrugged.

"She's not worth the aggravation. And besides, I don't want to rock the boat too much. I won't jeopardize my placement here all because she feels like being a little bitch. I'm sick of moving. If I have to put up with her for the next few years, then so be it. Beacon Hills is my home now. " I spoke softly, playing with the strings of my hoodie, refusing to look Jackson in the eye.

He sighed and went to the desk and started leafing through the pages.

"So... Are you going to Lydia's party Friday?" I asked, hoping to break the awkward silence that had settled in the room. Jackson froze for a moment then shrugged and went back to flipping pages.

"I heard it's supposed to be a big deal. Everyone's going..."

He acted as though I hadn't spoken. I sighed heavily and went back to my book.

After several minutes of silence, he spoke.

"Are you going?"

I thought for a moment, taken slightly off gaurd by his question. 'I promised Stiles I wouldn't go. I can't break a promise.' The small, rational part of my mind whispered, but there was a much louder, obnoxious side that was screaming, 'Hell yeah!' I looked at Jackson. He kept looking through the book.

"Yeah. I think I will." He looked up and smirked.

"Then I might stop by." He slapped the book shut and pulled out his phone. "Well, I have to go. I told someone I'd meet them." I frowned.

"But we still have the paper to write."

He shrugged. "Email me what you find and I'll add it to what I find on Wikipedia." He smirked again and slipped out the door. Now it was my turn to flop back on my bed. This paper was never gunna get done.