Jaxon Whittemore

“I wouldn’t waste a good blade on you.” Her words slow and deliberate to power home what little he meant to her. “Bambi and the rest of his woody friends are safe.” Allison bristled at his true intent. All he cared about was Lydia. “I don’t know, Jaxon. Check the mall or something.”

“My face counts that as a win, though i’ll have to remember to pick my pride up off the floor before I leave.” He sighed in frustration at Allison’s antics and general aversion to helping him and debated just leaving then and there. Had it been anyone else he gladly would have...But this was Allison, Lydia’s best friend and someone he knew didn’t act out without reason. He didn’t know what had happened in the school that night but he knew one thing; everyone had been losing their god damn mind ever since. “I’m not looking for her.” He admitted. “Just wanted to know if she said anything weird to you lately.” It was the closest thing to an ‘i’m worried’ that he could muster and he hoped Allison still cared enough to get the message. “Though now it seems like I should be asking her that about you.” 

Narrowing his brown eyes, Stiles stared at Jaxon through thin-lined eyes as he spoke. He had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, though it didn’t take too long until it happened and he felt the black of his eyes go to the back of his head. Pressing his lips together, Stiles felt a little out of place – especially not having anything sarcastic or witty to come back with to what Jaxon had said. Though, recently, he had felt a little off. A lot off actually. Whatever man. Stiles stood in front of Jaxon, who had turned around and headed for his car, abruptly ended the interaction between the two of them. “Maybe, rather than fighting with me and worrying about your precious car, you should maybe ask yourself if Lydia is okay.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Stiles shook his head and sighed. He didn’t like the thought of the two of them together, not one bit and he was sure as hell not going to be quiet about it. At least not around Jaxon, though he had a feeling it was pretty obvious to him. Jaxon wasn’t a stupid guy, far from it actually. Stiles knew that. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he knew it deep down. “Pull that big head off yours out of your ass every once in a while, and maybe, god forbid, you would see that your girlfriend has been through a lot lately and could need you, for some weird ass reason, by her side rather than eye-fucking your car.” He had no idea what their relationship was like behind closed doors, so of course what he said was just assumptions. But he had a feeling they were pretty spot on. 

He had just made it to his car when Stiles finally seemed to gather his thoughts enough for a retort, carelessly throwing out defaming words at Jaxon’s turned back. “Lydia’s fine.” He sneered, turning to face Stiles once again despite not being the least bit interested in dealing with the boy and his incessant need to poke his nose in business it didn’t belong in. “She’ll suck up the attention and drama for a few days and then everything will go back to normal. Like usual.” He wondered if it showed on his face; how much it displeased him to diminish her issues into just another simple inconvenience of the day that he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about. But he had to keep telling everyone that everything was fine - you could only lie so many times before you started to believe it, right? “Why don’t you keep your mouth closed and mind your own business, Stilinski. Maybe if you focused less on other people’s girlfriends and more on your slapshot you’d have actually made it off the bench by now.” 

Caroline bristled with an unease with his comment. “You’re right she’s a big ole ginger bitch.” Her expression soured for a moment at the venom that poisoned her lips. “Is everything okay? I know you like the verbal abuse but your message seemed urgent and I am not a bitch. I am just not here to used like some side chick. Not my style.”

He needed to hurt Lydia, wanted to make sure she was pissed enough to not forgive him for awhile, if at all. But even so, hearing her so called arch-nemesis call her a ‘ginger bitch’ made him cringe just the tiniest bit. “I needed the company.” Jaxon admitted, deciding giving her most of the truth would yield better results. Still, he couldn’t just tell her he needed her company because her presence would most piss his sort of-maybe-but probably not girlfriend. And it didn’t hurt that Caroline reminded him a lot of Lydia. “And for the record, I doubt anyone’s stupid enough to demote Caroline Forbes to side chick.” 

Allison narrowed her eyes at the young man who stood a few inches above her. “I am not trying to fool anyone but I suggest you cool that tone with me. I am not your girlfriend–you can’t push me to submit. I am fine–we will leave it at that.” Her hands smoothed along the rough feeling material of her jeans. “Now, what do you want from me?”

“Or what?” Jaxon challenged in response, an unconscious attempt to get another rise out of her. “You going to use one of those blades on me - yeah i’ve seen those knives you carry around. What do you even need them for; planning on skinning Thumper? Bambi would be so disappointed.” He was stalling of course, afraid she’d turn him away before he could get the answers he needed. “Have you heard from Lydia lately?” 

Jaxon stopped himself before Tyler had a chance to interject, and thank fuck he had because Tyler was so close to slamming his fist into the hood of Jaxon’s car - if only because he knew he could. His replacing comment, however; drew nothing but an eyeroll. “You say that as though it’s supposed to mean something to me.”

“Have you found a way to tune out her ‘i’m pissed at you and you’re going to suffer because of it’ bit that she does? Because if so, feel free to share with the rest of the class.” Truthfully, when she did that, Jaxon did deserve it nine times out of ten - but that didn’t mean he particularly liked it. Especially since Lydia was about as stubborn as a mule and the only way to appease her almost always ended with Jaxon doing something degrading. “I know Caroline probably castrated you within the first week of you two doing whatever it is you two are doing, but I happen to still have mine and plan on keeping it that way so i’m going to leave before either of us do something to jeopardize that.” 

Malia’s eyes narrowed trying to follow his words as he spoke. This conversation was a surprising learning experience. But what was even more surprising was less the words in it, but just the nature of the conversation itself. From what she’d seen and heard about Jaxon, this was not someone’s usual interaction. “So…no money then? You lied? But…then you told the truth? You might be an even worse liar than me.” She smiled lightly with a chuckle. 

She nodded at him, unsure if she was supposed to be telling Jaxon all of this stuff. But him and Lydia were together so he couldn’t really be all that bad. Malia hadn’t noticed anything too terrible about him yet though she’d still been witness to some not so tasteful moments with Jaxon and other students throughout the school. “No Stiles doesn’t know where he’s been either.” Her eyes narrowed again as he continued his offer. But she had started warming up to him by now and a ride was also a little too good to pass up. She finally shrugged, “Alright fine. You can give me one ride and I’ll be the judge if we see each other more or not. If I don’t feel like getting used to you then I won’t. But…I guess you’re not so bad.” She finished, flipping her hair behind her shoulders. “So far.” Malia added for good measure.

“Not a lie.” Jaxon defended himself; he didn’t need the girl running around and messing with his reputation by claiming he wasn’t an honest guy. “There’s always the potential of money, it just depends on who your lawyer is and mine happens to have never lost a case.” He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, hoping she now understood what he meant and he didn’t have to explain further. “The gist is that suing me would be a waste of time.” 

So Scott was off somewhere not even thing number two knew of? Up until that year Jax would’ve found it unusual, his co-captain didn’t typically miss much school and if he did, Stilinski was always two feet ahead leading his friend into whatever shenanigans he was getting into. But lately he was more likely to not show up to school. His first thought was that there was something else going on - it’s where his mind always went these days - but he pushed the thought aside. “Is Scott seeing someone? Other than Allison, I mean.” More than likely Scott had found himself a little side piece and was in the honeymoon phase somewhere. 

He chuckled as she relented, her bluntness becoming more entertaining the longer he spent in her company. It was refreshing actually, since he was so often surrounded by people who only wanted to be around him because he was the golden boy of St Aloysius. “Fair enough.” He nodded and clicked a button to unlock the door. “I take that as a compliment by the way. Coming from you, at least. And trust me,” He paused dramatically open his own car door, flashing her a charming pearly-white filled smile. “You’ll be asking for another ride before this one is even up. Since Scott’s...not around...I assume you’ve been walking to school?”

Caroline smirked into the rim of her glass before embracing his presence. “Smart boy,” she chided. “Is that really why you’ve hunted me down? Small talk? Yes. You were accepted to Tulane and I am currently attending Tulane–good to know we have that square.”

“You know,” He started with a shake of his head, suddenly regretting his decision to come at all. “I remember you being a lot less bitchy. Then again, when compared to Lydia everyone else is practically a saint.” 

“Wow that’s a first.” Allison scoffed at his faux worry. She didn’t trust anyone to genuine give a shit about the turmoil that darkened her life. “Don’t ask questions you don’t really care to know, Jax. I’m fine. Does that suffice?”

“Yeah, you certainly look fine.” Jaxon snorted, rolling his eyes at her antics. “Cut the shit, Allison.” One thing he could usually count on was not having to put on a facade with the brunette; she saw through him nine times out of ten anyway and he was far too blunt allow her the luxury of thinking she could bullshit him anymore than he could her. “Who are you trying to fool - me or yourself?”

The very mention of Carol only caused Tyler to square his jaw, teeth clenching as he focused everything on not slamming a fist into the hood of Jaxon’s precious car. Hayley had helped teach him to fight his violent outbursts, but he wasn’t completely above pettiness if the banter continued. Anything to wipe the smug look off of Lydia’s boyfriend’s face. “And you’re lucky you didn’t hit me, because that would have been a whole lawsuit on your ass. Among other things.” He fumed, lowering his voice in the last statement.

Jaxon was by no means the most attentive person in the world but button pressing was something of an art skill he liked to think he had mastered and he could tell his words had, at the very least, annoyed Tyler. He made a mental note to put family issues in the list of things to use against the male when need be; right after any mention of Caroline Forbes. “You do remember who-” Jaxon stopped mid-sentence realizing the whole ‘my dad’s a lawyer’ bit wasn’t going to cut it this time. Not considering Tyler was related to the mayor. “Look if Lydia hears that we’re fighting again we’re both going to be hearing about it for the next month.”

Mary arched a dark brow at the other’s kilowatt smile as she carefully removed a lock of hair from her field of vision as she leaned down to speak with him. “No.” She began softly, wetting her chapped lips before leaning in a little closer to the point of which her lips were a few centimeters away from his ear. “-But I have people waiting for me. You’ll have to let me take a test drive some other day.” The woman murmured as she let her lips brush his temple as she stood upright.

“I’ll see you around.” Mary said in departure as her hues ran over him for a last time before she turned her attention to the walkway in front of her. Lydia Martin was the end goal, but Jaxon might offer his own brand of fun along the way.  The woman chuckled briefly at the thought before moving further into the campus.

Care: Did I invite you?

Jaxon: Caroline for once in your life put the bitch mode on pause.

Care: How do you think I keep you guessing? Not by answering.

Care: Dark Blue.

Care: Why?

Jaxon: That's perfect.