Safety 》Liam Dunbar

03; Scooby-Doo Gang

        In this chapter you'll meet one of Stiles' secret admirer.

        Liam succeeded with surprising me with his lacrosse skills.  It made him even more attractive in some way to know how athletic he is.

         I don't know why, but I've always seem to find myself attracted to muscular, good-looking, sporty guys. They always seem to have something up their sleeves.

        We both waved our tragic goodbyes to each other as Liam walked into the boys locker room.  My first class was about to start and no way I was going to lose my perfect attendance record. 

        I walked down the hallways with my signature strut, flowing in confidence and spunk.  It was the key to staying alive in school for me: positivity.  Sometimes it's hard to achieve but once you stop being a pessimist about everything, life seems to brighten up even on the gloomiest days.  Always finding the light at the end of the tunnel.

        As I walked down the freshmen locker area I felt all eyes on me.  Girls and boys, staring at the younger Stilinski in awe.  Breathing in happily, I ignored the stares as I darted straight towards my only real best friend in this damned place, Mason.

        We've both been through really unforgettable and miserable shit, but we tend to try to stomp our way through it to see the better days.  We always have our happy moments too.  With my positive energy and his low-key bitchiness, we conjure the best parties or the best sleepovers.  Whether it's a full blown party or just the two of us.  That's mainly why I'm so well known in my grade.

         But I'm not complaining about my freshmen status at all. It's better to be at the top whether than being stomped on.

        "Grab your man-boobs and say 'adios bitches', because we're going to be late if you don't hurry your sorry ass." I leaned against the locker beside him, smiling widely at him.

        Mason rolled his brown eyes at me, pulling out his colored folders out of his new locker.  Unlike me who stashed everything in thick binders.  "Care, since when did you care about being fashionably late to class?"

        "Since Stiles decided to leave the name Stilinski on every 'Warning: Keep Extra Watch On' list."  I shook my head in frustration, puffing out my cheeks.  Stiles sure does leave a burning trail everywhere he goes.

        Mason laughed loudly before slamming his locker door shut.  "He's lucky he's cute."

        I groaned dramatically, my distaste with Mason liking the view of my older brother stronger than ever.  "So cute that I just want to bash his baseball bat over his head a thousand times.  Just that cute, huh."

        "No need to get so violent," We laughed as we speed walked through the hallways to our next class.  Which, luckily for us, was Spanish.  Unfortunately for us we had to pass the juniors to reach it since we were in the advanced class.

        As we walked I immediately saw Stiles and some of his friends huddled together near the lockers.  They were quite popular and well known in Beacon Hills High.  Good things are heard about them, but mostly bad things.  Very good looking juniors that are just surrounded by death.  Totally normal here in Beacon Hills.

        When we passed Stiles' normal wide eyes scanned me and Mason.  He abruptly grabbed my elbow, rapidly muttering loud 'heys' to stop me.  I stopped and squeezed my eyes together in annoyance.  I watched him impatiently as he let go of my elbow. 

        Raising an eyebrow I asked impatiently, "What?"  Not bothering to hold in the tone in my voice.

        "Hey Stiles!" Of course Mason would use this opportunity to talk to Stiles.

        He nodded at him in acknowledgement but he kept his eyes focused on me.  "You have a ride home after school?"  I nodded awkwardly.  "Good, because apparently there's a family axe murderer running around in Beacon Hills."

        My eyes widened at the news.  This wasn't strange thing to occur in Beacon Hills but it was still new news for my ears.  "Oh," I breathed out.  Looks like I'll have to nag to my dad after school about it.

        "Yep, and also another favor: stay the hell away from Liam." He spat, ignoring the annoyed looks from Scott and Kira.

        I raised my eyebrow, again, challengingly.  I've been doing that a lot lately.  "And why the hell should I listen to you?"

        He sighed, aggravated, "Can't you just listen to your nice, good looking, older brother for once?"

        My nose twitched slightly and I puffed out my cheeks in anger.  "You know what?  No me debes! Usted puede ser mi hermano mayor pero no eres padre. Yo no siempre trato de arruinar su relación con Malia aunque ella actúa raro hacia mí! Déjame en paz!"

(You do not own me! You may be my older brother but you're not dad. I don't ever try to ruin your relationship with Malia even if she acts weird towards me! Just leave me alone!)

        By the end of my tantrum my nose was flaring and twitching as I glared up at Stiles.  He just shook his head and asked, "What the hell was that?"

        Scott slapped his shoulder softly, "Dude, she's in advanced Spanish."

        "Oh yeah," Stiles nodded absentmindedly, remembering the proud look on his dad's face when he heard.  A look he's never given Stiles much. 

        He glared down at the blonde, "What did you say?"

        She scoffed at him, "You said you went to Mexico to learn better Spanish.  Was that a lie too?"  Stiles didn't answer and I just shook my head at him.  "I'm so tired of the lies," I panned, chuckling in disbelief.

        "I'll see you at home," I whispered, walking off with Mason by my side.  I didn't my brother anymore.  He had his Scooby-Doo Gang.

        Sorry this is short, just an insight on Caroline's relationship with Mason and Stiles.  Also don't know if you realized this, but my tab isn't working!  WTF