Safety 》Liam Dunbar

04; The Thrive for Sports

This chapter you'll pretty much be bored until the next one.  Good Luck.

        It was thankfully after school and I'm currently sitting on the uncomfortable metal benches.  I still don't know why I was here.  To be fair, I could honestly be in my fluffy bed cozying up to some Pretty Little Liars on Netflix.  But nope.  I huffed out as the players jogged around the field.

        "Hey Care!" I heard someone call out to me.  It was passing period and I only had one class to go to before school ended.  I stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to see Liam bumping shoulders roughly with people as he walked towards me.  "Hey," He repeated as he panted in front of me, sort of out of breath.

        I giggled as I ducked my head, "Hey." I clutched my books tighter to my chest shyly.  Kids swarmed by us in a rush, some ignoring us while some glanced at us clearly. 

        He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Do you have a ride after school?"

        I shook my head, "My brother will probably be with Scott, my dad is going to still be at work, Nina will be in Coach's office, and Parrish can't pick me up for some odd reason since apparently he has a life too." I kept rambling, chuckling at my awkward self.  I wish I could slap my dad for that trait that Stiles and I possessed.

        "I can take you home.  Mason and I were going to take his sister's car." He kind of bragged, shrugging nonchalantly.

        I raised my eyebrow, "You're telling the sherriff's daughter that you're breaking the law?"  I giggled as my words settled in his brain as his face morphed into horror.

        "I'm kidding, I'm kidding.  Sure, lets be the rebellious teens we're meant to be." I joked as the warning bell rang loudly.  We both absentmindedly looked at the bell before looking back at each other.  His eyes shining brightly under the lights.

        He nodded as he added, "Mason won't be able to go to the try outs though, he'll be too busy with the soccer players."

        I frowned as I tilted my head in confusion, "He doesn't play soccer."  He raises his eyebrows, giving me a 'It's Mason' look.  My eyes widened as my mouth shaped a circle, "Oh.

        "That's Mason," I nodded in agreement, "Alrighty, see you at try outs."  With that he jogged off to his next class, probably late like I was.

        Smiling dumbly at myself, I mentally noted that I had to go to his try outs after school to.  Beyond ecstatic at this point, I swiveled on my heels and walked down the hallway, whistling the song 'Wannabe'.

        I shook my head in amusement at the memory.  It's shocking to think that was only an hour ago almost.  Times flies by too fast when your hormones are raging at the thought of a blue-eyed boy.  The wind nipped at my skin, making me hug my sweater closer to my body.  As I peered up at the sky through my lashes all I saw was stormy clouds.  Normal weather in Beacon Hills.

         Resuming to watch Liam, barely paying attention to my brother and Scott, I raised my eyebrows as Liam cockily started doing push-ups after the run.  Whereas Stiles was hanging by a loose thread from dying from dehydration or having a heart attack.  Neither one surprised me, this was my un-athletic, sarcastic, sneaky brother.

        I watched as Liam fluently pushed himself up and down, his muscles flexing unbelievably for a freshmen.  Hell, that kid was practically built as a freshmen Ken.  Every freshmen girl just wanted to be his Barbie.

        My thoughts were interrupted as I saw Liam quickly wink up at me before continuing with his warm up.  I shook my head as many envious freshmen girls shot me lingering glares.  Ignoring them, my body felt fuzzy as I tried to reason his wink.  It was just a simple wink, nothing to over think, I reassured myself.

        Coach abnoxiously blew his whistle loudly, making me cringe in my seat.  I whipped out my phone as he ordered them to do something with something I don't give a shit about.  Scrolling through my contacts, I clicked on one of the most recent ones;

To Mason:

Now I understand the thrive you have for sports ;)

        I put it away as I saw Stiles up to... throw?  Anyways, besides my lack of lacrosse language, I exhaled sadly.  Prepared to watch my brother horribly fail.  I learned it's best to face his lack of athleticism that definitely won't give him a scholarship; dad's dream.

        Eyeing the net with intensity I rarely see on him, he licked his lips before throwing the ball towards the net.  I watched with my keen eye as the ball was perfectly accurate in the net area.  Too bad the goalie caught it.

        Everyone laughed as I just cringed, half embarrassed that he was my brother and half glad I wasn't in Stiles' shoes.  Straightening up, I practically knew with full confidence that Stiles' hot friend, Scott McCall, would make the shot.  I mean, he earned the position of captain in his sophomore year!  A total wheezy, awkward kid to this!

        With full confidence he swung and we all watched with excitement.  My eyes widened when I heard the ping of the ball bouncing off the side of the net.  The 'try out kids' all laughed at the old captain.

        "Nice shot, McCall," Garrett yelled, laughing along with his other friends.  I frowned at the sight of him, he didn't look very mean.  Looks can be deceiving.  Taking not of this, I made a mental note to stay clear of him and his girlfriend.  Looks like I won't have another diva twin.

        "Hey Garrett!" Stiles yells, making the blonde look him over.  "Shut up!"

        My lips quirked up in a smile, Stiles' humor always gets the best of me.  Probably anyone too.

        After that whole fiasco Liam was finally up.  By now I was bouncing anxiously in my seat, leaning forward.  If he was good in goalie, what wonders could he do now?  I watched, my murky green eyes widening as I watched the ball fly perfectly into the net.  I clapped and cheered along with the others.  Mine probably extra loud.  Is this what it felt like to be a proud mom?  My adoration for this boy suddenly grew.

        He smiled at me in appreciation before motioning with his gloved hands to tone it down.  Realizing I was still clapping, I blushed furiously as I followed his instructions.  He gave me a reassuring wink, making me sigh in relief.  Thought I scared him off this time.

        As I sat back down, not realizing I even stood up, my phone chimed near my butt.  I unlocked it and read;

From Mason:

Make sure to bake him cupcakes for his next game ;) He likes vanilla btw.

        Groaning out loud, I typed at him to shut up as I continued watching.  I really dislike him sometimes.  Never hate.  Like every adult, I preach that hate is a strong word that shouldn't be used.

        I continued texting Mason the whole time, giggling randomly or sighing.  I'm pretty sure everyone stared at me at least in concern.  Whilst giggling, looking at Mason's selfie next to the shirtless soccer player, I heard a loud groan on the field.

        My head shot up faster than you could see it.  Stiles?  Liam?  Scott?  Raking the field, I noticed Liam on the laying down on the field, groaning in pain.  I gasped in shock as I ran down to the field, ignoring the scolds from Coach. 

        "We need to take him to the nurse," I voiced my thoughts, not even daring to look at his ankle.  Coach nodded, ushering everyone away as he blew his damn whistle again.  I winched as I followed Liam to the nurses office.  Who was conveniently being held up by my brother and his hot best friend.

        What a supporter I am, I definitely need to mark this off for a possible career.