Wicked style, Liam Dunbar

3.2 New Perspectives

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'I wanna be your lover, I don't wanna be your friend'
- Again, Noah Cyrus
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The music rattled inside of Atlas' head as he stumbled through his house, shoving people out of his way. "Atlas" a voice shouted from behind.

Atlas stopped walking and turned, he saw Liam walking toward him. "What are you doing here?" Atlas asked, his voice icy.

"I came to see you" Liam answered, he stared back at the taller boy with sorrow. "Mason told me this is where I'd find you."

"Well it is my house" Atlas responded, he rolled his eyes at the comment.

"I came to say sorry for the way I acted that night" Liam told the boy. "I'm sorry for what I said to you."

Atlas ran a hand through his messy hair as he let out a hoarse laugh, "you're fucking sorry? God Dunbar, what do you want from me?"

Liam was shocked at the way the boy was acting towards him, "I don't want anything, I want to be friends again. I miss you."

"Well I certainly do not miss you. You're all a bunch of fucking monsters, don't you understand? You try to save the world but you always fuck up! You try to stop people being killed but all you do is find the fucking bodies! Your sappy apology will never change that!"

Liam glared back at the boy, his anger rising in his chest. "And what are you Atlas! You have more blood on your hands than any of us! You have no right to call anyone a monster when that is exactly what you are! There is blood on your hands, blood on your face, blood on your lips!" Liam saw the way that Atlas was glaring at him, knowing that he'd crossed that invisible line, he knew that what he said Atlas felt in his heart. "You're drunk, come with me."

Liam held out his hand, waiting for Atlas to take it. Atlas stared at Liams hand in horror, like his favourite stuffed animal from his childhoods head was there. After a few moments Liam guessed that Atlas wasn't going to follow him, "I don't want your help!"

Liams stared back at the boy before gabbing onto his wrist and starting to pull him through the crowds of drunk teenagers, Atlas was pulling his hand, trying to get out of Liams grip.

Atlas raised his hand and punched Liam across the back of his head. Liam grunted as he let go of Atlas' wrist and turned to him, Atlas was glaring with pure hatred. "I hate you Liam! Leave me the hell alone!"

Liam nodded at the boy, Atlas continued to glare back at teh shorted boy before he raised his fist again and hit him straight across the face.

Liam didn't waste a second and jumped at Atlas, hitting his face repeatedly. Liam shoved him down onto the ground and kept on hitting him until Conner Lopez pulled the boy off of Atlas. "Get the fuck out!" Conner yelled, glaring back at the werewolf.

Conner turned around to pull Atlas up from the ground, his nose was bleeding and his eyes were more bloodshot than before. Although he was most likely in terrible pain he chuckled. "I'm sorry" Liam sighed before he made his way through the crowd, far away from the boy he loved.