Teen wolf imagines

Jackson- apology

"Do I have to go?" I moaned as my twin brother Stiles forced me out the door.

"Yes! It would be good for you to watch a match before joining beacon hills!" He shoved my shoulder forward locking the front door behind him. To be honest I have no idea why Dad didn't move me earlier. I was with stiles at beacon hills up until eighth grade where I got bullied. Dad overreacted and moved me and until now he has refused to move me back. "Just get in the jeep." Stiles sighed unlocking his car. I did as I was told mumbling under my breath when a horrifying thought entered my brain.

"What if he's there?"  I questioned as stiles shifted the jeep into drive.

"He's going to be there y/n he's on the team." I groaned at my brothers sarcastic reply. Stiles turned down the road towards Scotts house as I looked out the window. He pulled up outside his house before turning to look at me. "You will be fine, you've dealt with worse." I looked him back in the eye sighing in defeat as Scott climbed in the back.

"I feel like I've interrupted a sibling moment here." He commented as Stiles continued to drive once again.

"Y/n is just stressed he's going to be there." Stiles clarified before I punched him in the arm. "Hey no hurting the driver!"

"He's on the team of course he's going to be there." Scott scoffed.

"That's what i said!" The boys high fived as I rolled my eyes at them.

"You two are idiots." I groaned as Stiles pulled into the parking lot. I immediately climbed out the car, slamming the door behind me forgetting how much love stiles feels for the jeep.

"Don't take your anger out on my jeep!" He groaned pulling out his lacrosse bag. "Look I bet Jackson is already changed and in the field so why don't you come in the locker room with us." I flinched at the mention of his name before nodding at my brothers notion.

"Thank you." I sighed pathetically before the two boys swung their protective arms around me, leading is to the locker room. As we entered several boys protested at my appearance but I simply scoffed at them. "Oh grow up, there's nothing of yours I would want to see!" I sat myself down on a bench staring at the floor as the boys got changed. Soon enough the boys were done and coach was giving his pep talk when he noticed me.

"Ms Stillinksi  I haven't seen you in a while." He shouted or for coach whispered.

"It's been a while coach." I smiled politely at him.

"Well your on school property and as far as I know you no longer attend beacon hills."

"Actually coach I'm joining again tomorrow." I stated hearing serval boys around me sharp intakes off breath. In their eyes I was a popular as Lydia Martin, not that I ever saw it.

"Is that so?"

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"Well then join the rest of the school." He spat. Smiling I removed myself away from the stench of teenage boys towards the stand, my eyes searching for my brother and Scott's friends whom I know like they are my own. I spot Lydia and Allison chattering away and reluctantly I decide to join them. Lydia gasps when she spots me, standing to greet me. As we hug we both notice several heads turn towards us, jealous stares and hormonal gazes are on our backs as we break apart.

"It's been too long." She grins and I nod swallowing back my social anxiety. The crowd screams as I spot the team running out onto the field. I wave at my brother and he waves back before I spot him. The screaming crowd seems to silence as my gaze meets his. Mixed emotions boil through me as he holds my gaze, his eyes never dropping. Anger shimmers through my chest along with a newfound emotion, one that makes me want to jump with joy yet crawl into a ball and cry at the same time. I'm the first to break our stare, finding my cheeks blushing. I could only imagine the smirk on his face as he turns is back flashing whittemore 37 at me.

The last whistle of the game blows and I cheer along with the rest of beacon hills at our winning team. I followed the crowd of students towards the school, searching for my brother and Scott. I felt a hand circle around my wrist, pulling me into the locker room. I spun around to face Jackson who was glaring at me. I shrugged myself free of his grip, shaking off the tingles his touch sent.

"What do you want?" I hissed at the boy who bullied me viscously for years.

"I want to talk." He slowly said, like he was trying desperately to think about his words.

"I'm listening." I grudgingly agreed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Look I'm sorry," he started before I interrupted him.

"I don't want your apology." I shook my head looking into his confused orbs. That same feeling ran through me again, like I wanted to to jump into his arms yet I wanted to smack his gorgeous face. Wait gorgeous?

"What?" His voice was raspy as he looked at me and I ignored the tingles that shivered down my spine.

"I don't want your apology." I repeat my words spilling out my mouth before I could stop them. "I don't want you to say you're sorry and not mean it. I don't want you to apologise to me and move on with your life when I'm still moping around. I want you to prove that you're sorry."

"How?" He questioned his voice cracking. While my mind was shouting at myself to shut up the words just kept spilling out.

"Try being yourself for once Jackson. Not the jackass I know you can be." I turned away from him before his voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Go on a date with me." I slowly turned to face him as the wold seemed to stop.

"Excuse me?" I swear I must have misheard him.

"Go on a date with me." He repeated slowly, pronouncing each word.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I replied.

"You don't." Those two words are what made my mind up.

"Alright." I nodded surprising us both. I turned around walking away when he called after me

"You won't regret it!"