«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were Jackson's enemy. You constantly bullied him and were not afraid. At first you were irreconcilable enemies, but then you found out that in some sense he likes you, and you realized that sympathy is hidden behind your mockery. *** "Look, Jackson, you're the last one again, apparently you don't know how to run," you mockingly sang, approaching the men's locker room. The lacrosse team's class has been over for forty minutes, and your history lesson ended literally ten minutes ago, so it seemed funny to you. Many of your classmates had already left, and the rest were just hurrying to the exit of the school to go home as soon as possible. You stopped near the door leading to the men's locker room and wanted to continue your speech, but before you could even scream, you suddenly found yourself dragged into the room. An angry Jackson pinned you to the locker, winding your hands over your head. "Who else is the last one here?" he whispered, hinting that apart from the two of you and a few more teachers, there was no one left in the school: everyone dispersed while you bullied Jackson. "You," laughing, you retorted, because you were already going to go home, but could not miss the opportunity to laugh at Jackson. Sharply biting into your lips with a kiss, he closed the shower door with a key, simultaneously trying to tear off your clothes, which turned out to be far from the first time. Stroking your naked body, the guy greedily examined you, licking his dry lips. He realized that you were ready, and with one jerk he entered you. You screamed, but he didn't stop. Whittemore held your hands tightly, increasing the pace, he kissed your neck and chest. "I'm going to cum now," after a while Jackson whispered hoarsely in your ear and after a few more thrusts, moaned and pulled away. You took a shower and then dressed quickly. Jackson was in no hurry to follow your example. "What will we do if I get pregnant? "is that all you asked, looking at the ceiling, at the wall, and anywhere, if only not at Whittemore. Jackson's eyes widened, as if he had just realized the essence of this situation. "If you get pregnant, you'll just have an abortion," the guy said confidently. Suddenly you're angry. "Everything is simple for you," you said through gritted teeth. Quickly finding your bag with your eyes, you picked it up and ran out of the shower. Jackson never understood why you reacted negatively to his proposal. He looked at the door slamming behind you, then, having decided something for himself, went to the shower, and then began to dress quickly. *** When you went outside, you sat down on the asphalt and covered your face with your hands. "Why am I such a fool?". You felt hot tears running down your cheeks and immediately wiped them away, deciding to go home. *** A few months later, you stopped going to lessons, and began to study remotely, the benefit of the school allowed. Many of your classmates have written to you to find out why you don't go to school. But you didn't answer them because your homeroom teacher had already told them that you had switched to distance learning. *** You went for a walk in the park. Your mom wanted to go with you to help if anything, but you ended up telling her that you would try to cope on your own. She made you promise that if something happens, you'll call her right away. It was nice outside. Not hot, but not cold either, just like you loved. You stopped near the bench, and then sat down on it and gladly turned your face to the wind, closing your eyes and smiling. "Y/N?" you heard a familiar voice that sounded surprised. You didn't want to turn around, but you did. Jackson Whittemore himself was standing on the path and looked from you to the baby carriage in surprise. However, it lasted only a few seconds, and then he put on his usual grin on his face and came closer. "Oh, Y/N, who is the father?" "You," you looked right at him and his eyes widened when it hit him. "It's impossible," he declared. "Why is that? " you asked with interest. "Because... you and I only had sex once!" Jackson was found, and you snorted. "Without protection," you answered. "But I can't be the father of your child!" "Do you want to check it out?" you said calmly. "I... mmm... yes, come on," Jackson agreed after thinking, "but how?" "You can use blood, saliva, hair, skin cells or a smear from the inside of the baby's cheek," you shrugged. "I would like to know if this is my child for sure," Jackson looked at you and you nodded. "I understand." "And after what amount of time can you find out the result?" Jackson asked you. "The time may be different. From eight working hours to seven working days," you nodded to yourself. "So you can go to the hospital and take the test right now?" Whittemore asked. "Well, yes," you frowned. "Then… do you agree to go now?" Jackson asked you. You looked into the stroller, and then you got to your feet. "Okay, let's go now," you nodded to Jackson and the two of you walked towards the city hospital.