Jackson Whittemore is (tormented) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-04-23 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !teen wolf, *log, jackson whittemore, scott mccall |
TW: Jackson & Scott
Who: Jackson & Scott
What: An encounter
Where: Beacon Hills High School swimming pool
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
[Class had already let out for the day, students meandering off to whatever activities they had after school, and even though his parents expected him home, Jackson had made a sidetrack to the pool. A quick change to trunks in the locker room and Jackson was in the water, sinking down to the bottom for a moment, fingers brushing the concrete floor, and then he pushed off the side of the pool. Strong strokes, practiced moves, and Jackson lost himself in the water, in the laps he started himself off on.
Being back was good, it was. Beacon Hills was familiar and comfortable, but he wasn't entirely sure this was where he belonged any more. Maybe his dad had been right in moving them off to London, ironic as it was, and he had wanted to come back from the moment they had touched down across the pond. But now that he was back, there was uncertainty. Life had gone on for the rest of them, for Lydia and Allison, even for McCall and Crust (because that nickname amused him more than 'Stiles' did). So where did he fit into things now? What was his place? Joining McCall's pack? Making nice?
He came up for air at the side of the pool, goggles pushed down around his neck, and he swept a hand back through his hair, sluicing the water away.] Fuck. [Brow furrowed, and Jackson held on to the side of the pool, the water coming up over his shoulders with the movements he had made, and he tried to think.]