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New Girl (Jackson Whittemore)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Requested by @dilemmadoll: Hey there :) Can you write a Jackson Whittemore imagine?

Rating: fluff

A/N: Here you go love, sorry for taking a long time.


One of the worst things you can do to a teenager is make them transfer schools. And that was the case for Y/N; her father had gotten a promotion which led their family to move to Beacon Hills. 

Y/N nervously adjusted her bag over her shoulder as she dashed through the hallways, stopping only at her new locker. The person next to her hid their head in their locker; they groaned loudly causing her to jump slightly, catching their attention. 

Turns out it was a boy that Y/N would describe as “extremely handsome”: grey eyes pierced her own, his brown hair sat atop his head looking soft as ever, his lips tilted upwards slightly. “Like what you see?” The boy said, indicating to her that she was staring. 

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” she extended a hand for him to shake. “I’m Y/N” he looked down at her hand before extending his as well, shaking it. “Jackson” he smiled genuinely. “I’m guessing you’re new here?” He squinted one eye in a questioning manner. “I am, just moved here actually" 

"Well I glad you did” he smirked, flirtatiously. A deep blush spread across her cheek as she looked down. “I guess I’ll see you around then?” He winked and waited for her to nod before walking away. 

Y/N grabbed her books, still flustered from her encounter with Jackson, and headed to her first class.


Y/N stood in the freezing winter breeze as she waited for her mother to pick her up after school. “What’re you still going here?” The familiar voice of Jackson spoke from behind her. 

She didn’t have time to reply before her phone buzzed, “Just a second,”. Unlocking her phone, she saw a message from her mother telling her that she won’t be able to make it. 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered to herself. “Is everything alright?” He placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn around. “My ride just ditched me” she sighed. 

“I can give you a ride, if you’d like” he shrugged carelessly. “I don’t wanna burden you,” she shook her head. “It’s fine, I happen to take a liking to your company” his fingers latched around her wrist and dragged her to his Porsche. “Wow,” she breathed once they stood in front of Jackson’s car. 

He only chuckled at how adorable she looked and opened the passenger door for her. After buckling both of their seat belts, she waited for him to turn on the engine but he didn’t. 

“Before we go, you have to agree on something first” he smirked to himself and then turned his head to see her reaction. “And what would that be?” She smirked back, challenging him.

“You have to agree to go out with me” he leaned closer making her heart rate spike up. “I’d like that,” she giggled before he could say “good” as he sped away to the direction that she gave.