High School is always going to be the toughest four years of your life. You fall in love. Get your heart broken. Finding yourself and where you fit in, in society. But (Y/N) never thought she would find herself getting bullied especially by a guy. Not just any guy. Jackson Whitmore, The captain of Lacrosse and the popular jock.
Today, (Y/N) didn’t want to go to school today because she knew that she had class with Jackson today and she doesn’t want to face him anymore.
(Y/N) pretended to be sick as she dragged herself into the kitchen where her parents were. Her mom looked up with a smirk on her lips. She knew that her daughter was lying.
“Sweetie, it’s not going to work. Now get ready for school” Her mother stated.
(Y/N) groaned as she dragged herself back up to her room to get ready. She took her sweet time because if she’s late then she doesn’t have to bump into Jackson every morning like she does. As she tried her hardest she still made it to school on time. She sat in her car in the schools parking lot debating to ditch but her parents will kill her.
“Here goes nothing” (Y/N) mumbled.
She slowly made her way into the school, hanging her head low until she got to her locker. Luckily, she hasn’t bumped into Jackson. She quickly grabbed her books from her locker before it was too late.
No. No. Stiles, now’s not a good time. I’m trying to avoid Jackson. (Y/N) thought to herself before turning to look at Stiles with a smile on her lips.
“Stiles” (Y/N) said. “I was thinking we should head to class together” Stiles asked. “Uh…sure why not” (Y/N) agreed.
As they started to walk towards their class they were suddenly stopped by a familiar voice behind them. (Y/N) knew right away who it was. She gripped her book tightly as they turned around to face the person behind them.
“Well, if it isn’t Stilinski and miss freak” Jackson chuckled. “Really, Jackson? Or should I say Jackass?” Stiles smirked. “Seriously” Jackson kept his eyes glued on (Y/N). “I just wanted to remind her that no one will be willing to be dating her” “Jackson shut up” Stiles stood up for her.
What Jackson said about (Y/N) struck a nerve. A few tears started to run down her cheeks because believed what Jackson said about her. Suddenly, she dropped her books and started to run off. She heard Stiles calling her name but she ignored him.
(Y/N) was now at the field sitting on the bleachers, wiping away her tears. Then she started to think why does Jackson hate me so much? What have I ever done to him to make him bully me?
She stayed on the field until her second class began. Once she heard the bell ring she decided to head back to class. Once she entered the school once again, she saw Jackson across the hall.
Jackson felt happy that he saw her coming back to school. He then quickly made his way towards her. It was now or never for him. Jackson grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist before dragging her to the nearest janitor closet.
“What the hell are you doing!” (Y/N) pulled her wrist from his grip.
Jackson suddenly cupped her face in his hands before pressing his lips to her. (Y/N) was taken back at first but slowly started to kiss back.
“What was that for?” She asked. “I like you, (Y/N). A lot, actually.” Jackson said. “Well, you have a nice way of showing it” She harshly said. “I know and I’m sorry. I felt really bad that I made you cry” he replied. “You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass” (Y/n) crossed his across her chest. “Now you’re being cute” Jackson chuckled.
(Y/N) just rolled her eyes at the comment. Jackson then pressed his lips to hers once again. She had wrapped her arms around his neck as he snaked his arms around her waist. Jackson then pulled away and pressed his forehead against hers.