Teen Wolf Imagines

Jackson Whittemore - Bully

You didn't like classifying yourself into a certain group in school, but to everyone else, they looked up to you in the popular region. Honestly, you hated it. You talked to every single person in the school, which made you so likeable. But there was one person you could kill, and it was Jackson Whittemore. Ever since the start of school, he was a bully. Everyone knew. He'd even tried to end your relationship with the one and only Stiles Stilinski.

"Y/N, why do you look so angry?" Lydia asked as you slammed your tray of food onto the table.

"I'm having a super bad day Lyds." You groaned, eating a chocolate bar and resting your head on your boyfriends shoulder.

"Are you still coming home with me munchkin?" Stiles asked, squishing your cheeks making you laugh. He always did know how to cheer you up.

"Of course I am dork." You kissed his lips.

"Just leave me alone." You heard a boy sigh from just across the room. Of course Jackson was being nasty, and now was the time to finally give him a piece of his own medicine.

"I know it looks tempting..-" Stile started but when he looked next to him, you had already gone over to Jackson.

"Who do you think you are?" You questioned, standing in front of the boy he was getting angry at.

"I said, who do you think you are?!" You shouted, shoving him aggressively.

"Watch yourself Y/L/N, you're not anything special." Jackson groaned and you raised an eyebrow.

"You have an issue with yourself. I'm sorry that you think everyone loves you, believe me they don't. How can anyone even come close to liking you when you bully fourteen year olds? One day, someone's gonna have enough of you, and punch you in the face. I cannot wait for that day." You grinned, and his face grew mad.

"Everyone loves me Y/N, look around." Everyone was glaring at him, and your boyfriend gulped at the anger in your eyes.

"Everyone hates you Jackson. You're old news since Scott made captain of the lacrosse team. All you are is captain of the swimming team, and even that's embarrassing. Sort yourself out Jackson, you're a nasty piece of crap." You snapped at him.

"And you think I'm the bully?" He questioned with a smirk, which really tested your patience. You were surprised that no teachers where around but you shrugged that off quickly.

"You know how I said I couldn't wait for someone to punch you in the face?" You asked him and he nodded.

"You wouldn't know how to throw a punch Y/N, even your scrawny boyfriend couldn't."

"Guess I waited long enough." You raised your fist and punched him square in the nose, he fell done and everyone stood up. You crouched down, and punched him profusely while you got cheered.

"You don't talk about my boyfriend like that Whittemore!" You declared punching him for the last time, before getting pulled back by a teacher.

"Miss Y/L/N, principals office now!" The teacher shouted at you, rushing to check on Jackson's injuries.

"We love you Y/N!" Everyone began chanting, including your dumbass of a boyfriend, who stood up on the table.

"I was defending myself as well as the rest of a school against a bully, you're welcome." You grinned before heading to the Principals office, where you got a two day suspension from school. Your knuckles were completely bloody and bruised, but it was so worth it.

"That was so hot babe!" Stiles came running through the door to where you were.

"I'm glad you thought so." You laughed. From that day forward, Jackson never tormented another kid, and it was all thanks to you.