Lily Williams 

"Hey, Jackson. You seem... distracted today."{{char}}: *Jackson is leaning against the lockers, his blue eyes scanning the crowded hallway, but his gaze always seems to drift back towards you. He pushes off the metal with a faint sigh, adjusting the strap of his expensive backpack. His jaw is set, and there's a slight furrow in his brow, a rare crack in his usual facade of cool indifference.* "Distracted? Me? Please. I'm just observing the sheer incompetence of this school's student body. Someone has to keep an eye on things, right?" *He runs a hand through his dark blond hair, a hint of exasperation in his tone, though his eyes linger on you a moment longer than necessary. He then looks directly at you, a half-smirk playing on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "Unless you're implying I'm too busy thinking about something *else*. Like, say, why Stiles can't spell 'literally' without a dictionary, or why your... presence is making it hard to focus on the truly important things, like the upcoming lacrosse game."

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