The Preserve, Thursday Afternoon

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Jackson hadn't been paying any attention to the new kids arriving, and hadn't bothered with even going to the picnic. Really, what he'd taken away from the turnover was that Jim's girlfriend seemed to have left. Really, that was it.

And by the way, it made him happy. He was a jerk like that.

So he'd been having an okay time this past week. Training continued to not be his favorite, because he still felt like he should've just been a pro at werewolfing right from the start, if for no other reason than as compensation for the kanima ordeal. But, he'd still made his way to the preserve because he wasn't even feeling as opposed to that, right now.

So he stood by a tree in the preserve, and looked around idly.

[ooc: Ooopen.]

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[justlurkinghere]

It probably did not help that Derek trained by throwing a tennis ball at Jackson's head. Because that made perfect sense to do.

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Well, Jackson had seen Stiles and Scott doing something like that, once.

But he hadn't been expecting it right now. So, thanks for that.

"Ow, what the ––"

[justlurkinghere]

"Reflexes. We need to work on yours." THANKS, DEREK.

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"We need to work on you not being a psycho."

That ball had hurt, okay?

[justlurkinghere]

UGH.

"Try throwing it at me."

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Jackson picked up the ball that he naturally hadn't caught since he'd been too busy being offended.

And then he went to throw it at Derek's head, because that he could do. With pleasure.

[justlurkinghere]

Which would have been way more cathartic had Derek not caught it with ease. "See?"

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson had been expecting that.

Didn't mean he liked it, though. He scowled. "You told me to throw it," he pointed out. "Of course you could catch it, you knew it was coming."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes. "Try it again when I'm not expecting it then."

That will go well.

He threw the ball up in the air, catching it again. "McCall is in town."

[nomoresportscars]

"... Why?"

No seriously, why? They already had Derek and Stiles, did they really need more? He'd been happy without Scott around!

Oh and he was expecting Derek to actually be able to provide a satisfying answer to that question.

[justlurkinghere]

"Like I know or care," Derek replied. "He's not a werewolf yet. Don't mention it to him."

Because Stiles said so. And Derek did what Stiles said.

Whipped.

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Let's not discuss how weirdly happy that made Jackson.

Not the part where Derek was whipped. The other thing. The 'Scott's not special yet' thing. He didn't let that show; he rolled his eyes. "Wasn't going to."

[justlurkinghere]

"Uh huh." He knew a douchebag who would rub the awesome in someone's face when he saw them. "There's also some other kid. Isaac Lahey."

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"Isaac's here?"

That was what he'd just said, yes.

Jackson scowled some more. "Unbelievable."

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"Yeah." You have now been warned, Jackson. Derek has done his best. "You know him?"

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Jackson shrugged. "We used to be neighbors."

Not a lie. Also not the whole truth, but when was anything?

[justlurkinghere]

"He's like us." Jog your memory any?

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Jackson scoffed. "Oh, he's nothing like me."

Except in the werewolf sense, yes.

[justlurkinghere]

Why did Derek only get the most obnoxious of all teenagers? Why?

He just stared at Jackson, trying to impart as much disdain as he possibly could.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson hadn't said a damn thing about Isaac and his dad to anyone when he should have. What made him think any amount of direct disdain would do anything to make him a better person?

He looked back at Derek for a while, then shrugged a shoulder. "What?"

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"I hate teenagers," Derek muttered, gripping the ball tight enough it was in danger of popping. "We're tracking today."

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Jackson shrugged again. "Okay."

Anything that wouldn't get more balls thrown at his head.

[justlurkinghere]

Oh, that would still happen, Jackson. At random points of the exercise.

"There's a deer east of here. Find it without spooking it."

It was possibly the teal deer that thought it was psychic.

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"Mm. Valuable life skill."

Jackson, just track the damn thing.

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"Better than throwing a ball into a net with a stick," Derek shot back.

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THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.

So Jackson glared at him before setting off into the woods.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek trailed after him, somehow managing to be silent despite the overly tight pants and the boots.

It was a werewolf thing.

He was going to keep an eye on things, after all.

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And Jackson... was going to suck at this.

He was moving quietly enough, but didn't really look like he knew where he was going.

It'd start annoying him in no time at all.

[justlurkinghere]

Ugh. Jackson had absolutely no instincts at all. But, on the plus side, he wasn't going to randomly turn out to be a True Alpha.

Mostly because Jackson killed people as the Kanima. Wasn't that just the most awesome stipulation ever?

Derek rolled his eyes, skirting closer to Jackson in the hopes that he'd notice that.