Brett talbot imagines

Bite part one

Devenford Prep is unfathomably loud at this time of the morning. You’re operating on far too few hours of sleep, with way too much time spent on homework and even more time spent avoiding it. It takes everything in you to keep putting one foot in front of the other, especially when all you want to do is turn around and go straight home. Would anyone really notice, anyway? There are enough kids here in uniforms and blazers for any teacher to forget to mark you absent.

Your best friend, however, just grins at your misery. “No skipping out, Y/N. If I have to be here, so do you.”

You make a face. “Unfortunate.”

Your sour mood worsens when you spot someone in the halls. Namely, this person is tall, with light brown hair and eyes as blue as sea glass. He’s well known for being one of the most attractive boys on the lacrosse team, with an ego to match. You also have the unshakable habit of despising him, just as he despises you.

You come to a stop in front of your locker, sighing with barely contained frustration. “I think it should be considered a crime that I have to see Brett Talbot on a daily basis. Can I file a restraining order if he hasn’t done anything to me?”

Your friend giggles. “Probably not, but you could try if you really wanted to.”

You grimace. “I do. He’s in one of my classes today, and I think that if I have to see his stupid face again, I’ll give in and punch him.”

Your friend’s laugh dries up, and you’re just about to turn around and see what’s got her looking so stunned when you hear a familiar voice just over your shoulder and groan inwardly.

“Say, Y/N, I didn’t think I spent that much time on your mind, but if you’re already talking about me, it must be something good.”

You look behind you, and sure enough, there Brett stands. You fight the urge to hit him.

“None of your business, Brett. Go back to polishing your lacrosse stick or kicking puppies or whatever you do for fun.”

Brett’s grin is about as charming as a shark about to go in for the kill. “I’ll save the puppy-kicking for you. Come on, though, I heard you talking about me. Aren’t you going to tell me what you said? I’m dying to know.”

This last part is said with such a straight face that he practically looks bored.

Your friend looks bewildered. “How could you hear us? You were all the way across the hall, and we were quiet.”

You fold your arms across your chest in mock confusion, unable to hide a triumphant smirk. “Yeah, Brett, please tell us how you could hear me from all the way over there. I’d love to know.”

You’ve got him now, and Brett knows it. Technically, the only way Brett Talbot could hear you at all is because he’s got one very big secret, a secret that you know and he hates you for knowing. See, you were friends with Liam Dunbar for a long time before he finally snapped and had to switch schools, and Liam made sure to tell you all he knew about Brett being a werewolf.

Now you know about the supernatural, and now you’ve got this little secret to dangle over Brett’s head whenever you feel particularly vindictive. It’s not like you have any reason to fear him for what he is- you’ve spent plenty of time around somewhat unhinged werewolves and supernaturals, so even a possibility of a vengeful Brett Talbot with glowing eyes isn’t enough to stop you from teasing him about it. You’ve kept Liam’s secret, but Liam was your friend. All Brett can do is hope that you don’t let it slip, and he hates that you have this sort of hold over him.

So, Brett plasters on a winning smile, and makes up some sort of excuse about how he’s always able to hear your dulcet tones over the babble of the halls, especially when you’re talking about him. Your friend doesn’t seem convinced, but Brett’s glaring at you through eyes that seem seconds away from flashing gold, so you drop it.