Under The Sycamore Tree (A Liam Dunbar Fan Fic)

I'm a Werewolf

Liam's POV

I lay on my bed, still confused about tonight. I am still shell-shocked of what just happened. Almost as if I'm in one of those supernatural tv shows. It's so weird, a lot of things happened and my mind is just so confused it might blow up any second. Screaming, a creature with razor sharp teeth, Ansel and Anais fighting it off with daggers and knife throwing, sure I'd expect that from Ansel but Anais? Then there's Scott who looks nothing human more like an animal who just bit me, then kidnapped me and here I am.

Oh Gods, remembering that just made my head spin. I can't, I can't take it off my mind. Happenings from earlier at the hospital flashes through my mind everytime I close my eyes. It scares me. A lot. It's like my mind is a whirlwind of utter confusion and disbelief. Is this real? Or jut a dream? I'm hoping it's all just a dream. I wish it was just a dream that everything will be fine tomorrow. I wish none of this is real.

I pulled my covers up and tried my best to drift off into slumber but something tells me I'll be having a hard time. I shut my eyelids tight but like I said, every time I close my eyes flashes of the events earlier just comes to my mind and it makes my hair grow up. I have a feeling this is going to be a long night.

The next morning, I ran three miles just to get to school. I didn't even know the reason, I just felt like running. I ran into Mason, he asked me what happened to my arm but before I can even answer I found it hard to breathe like every air around me is being sucked in a vacuum preventing me to intake any oxygen. Sweat dripping over my forehead, I looked up and saw Scott staring at me. I knew what I had to do, avoid him. It hurts me not telling Mason all of this, but first I have to get far away from Scott.

But apparently that was impossible, Beacon Hills High School is a small place. I had a run in with Scott and Stiles today and just shoved them off. So at History class, I sat beside her. None of us spoke first and I'm guessing I'm the one who have to speak up first. But I was wrong.

"How are you?" She breathed out. Looks like she's been holding it for too long and gave up.

I was about to open my mouth to answer but she cut me off

"Have you talked to Scott yet?"

"What?"

"I said have you talked to Scott yet?" she repeated her question,

"Yeah this morning" I replied slightly irritated that we're talking for the first time since the incident last night and Scott is the topic "I ran in with him and Stiles—-didn't believed the word he said"

"What? Why would you do that?" she asked almost screaming

"Because they said they were trying to help me but by kidnapping me—"

"Mr. Dunbar, Ms. Argent" our history teacher called put attention and all the eyeballs in the room were staring at us "Is there something you'd like to share to the whole class?"

"No sir" I replied "Sorry for uhm bothering you"

He gave us both a glare before turning his back on us and writing on the board again. But of course, both of us has unanswered questions, despite out teacher's warning, we continued talking in low voices anyway.

"Kidnapping you?" she asked in a whispering tone

"Long Story" I said sharply "But that's the point! What kind of people tries helping you by kidnapping?"

"Uhm, Scott and Stiles?" she said and I just snickered "Look they really are trying to help, trust me. I know you trust me, and I trust them."

She turned to face the board again and didn't bother talking to me the rest of the class. I started thinking what Anais said. But the problem is I don't trust those two.They kidnapped me, then cornered me and did I mention they kidnapped me? I don't think I'll ever trust them again.