Teen Wolf Preferences

He Teaches You How To Drive - Jackson

I leaned back against the seat, looking up at the ceiling.

"Don't drive too fast, but don't drive too slow either. Don't take sharp turns. Stop at the stop signs. Stop at the red lights. Don't slam on the brakes. If you hit anything, I will-"

I lifted my head "What? What are you going to do? Cry?" I said

"No. I-I'll" He paused and I raised my eyebrows "I'll do something, okay?!"

"Right" I said

"Just start the car" He smiled

"Finally" I spoke under my breath and he gave me a look

I smiled, stepping on the break as I started the car. I switched gears into drive.

"Okay, now slowly release the break and lightly step on the gas" He instructed

I did as he said, coasting across the empty parking lot.

"I can't believe I'm letting you drive my car" He said and I smiled

"Its because you love me" I teased

"Who told you that?"

I laughed and he smiled.

"Take a right up here" He directed "(Y/N)!" He panicked as I turned, making me slam on the brakes.

I looked at him "What?!"

"What did I tell you about slamming the brakes?!" He exclaimed

"I'm sorry, you scared me. What's your problem?" I replied

"I don't know. Lets try, the fire hydrant you just hit!" He answered, before opening his door to inspect the damage

I switched gears to park and got out, walking around to the front of the Porsche and to his side.

"Do you see that?!" He exclaimed

I looked "See what? I don't see anything"

"Above the right headlight, (Y/N). You dented it and there's a red paint line" He complained

I looked at him "It a tiny dent and a very light paint line, Jackson" I responded "You can barely tell either of them are there"

"Well, I know they're there"

"Your car is fine" I stated, looking at him

"It is now that you're not driving it" He said

I rolled my eyes.

"Next time, we're borrowing Danny's car" He spoke

"Fine. But until then ...." I trailed off, starting to walk back to the driver's side

"I don't think so. You're done for the day" He stopped me

"Oh, come on Jackson. It was an accident, and I barely drove it." I protested

"You could have killed my car" He answered as I sighed, getting in the passenger's seat

"Its a little fire hydrant" I replied as he continued turning, avoiding the fire hydrant the rest of the way and stopping at a stop sign

"Maybe. But, it still could have screwed up my car" He responded

"You're hopeless" I sighed

"At least I can drive, princess" He teased

"Shut up" I laughed and he smiled