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Locker room

It was an hour after the game ended and Jackson assumed he was alone.  He blasted his MP3 player, and showered with the water as hot as he could stand it, steam billowing everywhere. He’d just turned off the water when the music went silent.  He grabbed a towel and put it around himself. “Whoever just touched my my iPod, you’re dead!”  He shouted out. 

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Blizzard Event - School

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The weather was wrong, the air smelled wrong.  It made Jackson nervous and restless. It made his wolf want to run. But he was stuck in the school. 

He went down to the boys locker room and started lifting weights to calm himself down.  At least to have something to do. Since he was alone, and didn’t expect anyone to see, he piled all the weight on that he could, enough that it was a challenge for him, and started lifting.  He could lift his truck up and move it.  But for repetition, 300 lbs was enough to make him break a sweat. If he did enough reps.  Like 100.  He was on 65, and could really feel it in his muscles, when someone walked into the room. He was preoccupied with the weather and had his senses down on low, so he didn’t know anyone was there, until the visitor spoke. 

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Blizzard Event - School

Jackson stood in the chem lab in front of the wall of windows, watching the weather.  His wolf side generally did not react to the weather, but it was now. The urge to turn was like an itch under his skin. “This isn’t right,” he shook his head. “Something is very, very, wrong.” 

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PAST (this thread is happening in the past, that’s before now, thank you for your attention)

Jackson Whittemore was 13 years old the last time Danny Mehealani saved his life. 

They were tossing the ball back and forth with their new lacrosse sticks.  They liked to practice in the front yard, because too much of the backyard was taken up by the pool. 

This day though, David Whittemore had parked his car in the driveway, instead of the garage. He was a car guy and loved to wash and wax his beauty himself.  He also kind of liked to show it off. 

He’d told the boys to be careful of the car a few hours ago when Danny had arrived. “We will, Dad!” Jackson had promised him.

And they had set the goal up near the street so they were playing perpendicular to the car. 

But when Danny lobbed a ball to Jackson and he caught it in the air, while he was running towards the house, something went wrong.  Jackson turned while he was still moving to throw the ball back to Danny, but he severely miscalculated and sent the ball spinning right through his father’s driver side window. 

The crash of the glass breaking was a sound that Jackson will always hear.  He stopped breathing. He glanced toward the house in horror. This couldn’t happen!  

He ran over to Danny. He was pretty sure he was having a heart attack or a stroke, or probably both! 

“Danny, please, please, say you did it! I’ll give you anything you want! I swear! Just please do this for me!” Jackson was crying, he couldn’t breathe. There were no other circumstances under which any one ever saw him like this!  He was coming completely unglued. .

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Jackson knew this would be hard.  Harder than leaving had been.  Danny would never understand why he hadn’t called, or texted or returned any of Danny’s calls or texts. It would have been fine if he’d stayed in London, like his father said they would have to.  But now that he was back in Beacon Hills, he had to have his best friend back. 

He walked to Danny’s house, preoccupied with all the different scenarios of how this could go.  It was a good thing he could have walked there in his sleep. 

Jackson thought about going through the back and up to Danny’s room, like he usually did.  But it didn’t seem right.  He’d knock at the front door, Danny’s mom or dad would definitely let him in.  Once he was in, and Danny’s parents knew he was there, Danny probably wouldn’t throw him out. At least they could talk. Of course, he ran the risk of Danny opening the door, and then slamming it in his face, but what’s life without risk, right? 

Jackson knocked on the door.