He had never known Jackson, not well at least; he had always been one of those guys that was out of everyone's league and knew it. It had created bitterness in the teen's heart over the years. He was perfect. Great smile, good grades, excelled in sports and had one of the prettiest girls in town on his arm. Jackson had everything and while Stiles knew he could never be like that, and didn't exactly desire the same things as the other, he couldn't help but feel resentful towards the blonde. Tragedy struck Jackson hard though, and despite the swirls of anger in his heart he couldn't forget his humanity, even if Jackson showed little at times. The teen had a heart, they both did, even if it was buried somewhere deep down. Jackson was gone all too soon though, before he could look closer at the glimpse of the real Jackson he had seen the night the kanima died. There was still a hole in Beacon Hills from their star player and model student leaving, and though many tried to sweep over the loss Stiles could feel the gap easily and felt animosity towards the teen even though he was halfway across the world. No one could ever fill Jackson's shoes. Jealous.
