𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 || Liam Dunbar

- 𝐈.𝐄.𝐃 -

California, Beacon Hills

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Carmen rummaged through her locker, memories from the previous night still haunting her. She was a werewolf, a real werewolf.

She pulled a textbook from her locker, placing it in her backpack. "Hey Carmen," a sheepish voice came from beside her and she turned to face Liam. Her stare faltered momentarily before she closed her locker, pulling her backpack over her shoulder. She attempted to talk to him but the vivid image of him in the boat house was burnt into her memory.

Instead, she turned away, beginning to walk down the somewhat empty hallway. "Wait!" He called out, a tone of urgency in his voice and Carmen couldn't help but look back at him, ahe felt compelled to talk to him.

He approached her, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Listen, I know that you don't believe me but-"

He paused as she began to nod faintly, "I believe you." She murmured. He raised his eyebrows, his hand falling from the back of his neck as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His gaze became serious once more as he continued, "I'm sorry that they freaked you out, and I'm not sure if I can even trust them. But, you can trust me." He gave her a casual shrug, though his words were touching.

Slowly, a smile played across her lips. "Thank you," her grin widened as she spoke as well as Liam's.

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Mason and Liam stood by the side entrance of the school. Mason could tell his friend was quite obviously entranced by other thoughts as he spoke to him.

In an instant, Liam's eyes darted off to the side. "Liam— wait! What?" He watched as Liam tossed him out the way, storming into a crowd of people. "No no no no no, Liam!" Mason huffed in annoyance, following quickly after him as he approached a mini bus which had parked off to the side.

On it read: Devenford Prep School

He groaned, pushing through the group but Liam was already face-to-face with Brett Talbot.

"Brett!" He barked to the taller blonde. "Ahh, here we go." Mason sighed. Brett looked down at Liam with a sly smile on his slim face. "I just wanted to say..." Liam seemed to hesitate, insults teetering at the tip of his tongue. "Have a good game."

Brett glanced at the rest of his teammates, letting out a breathy laugh. "That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologise, and everything fine?" Liam seethed, glaring through his eyelashes up at the boy. Brett leant down slightly. "You demolished coach's car." He snarled. "I paid for it." Liam shot back. "Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're gonna' break you in half out there." A grin faded over his face. "And it's gonna' be all. your. fault." He mocked. Liam's face twitched in anger and his fist clenched.

"Hey, what's up, prep students! Welcome to our little public highschool! How you doing?" Stiles scurried over, holding out a hand for Brett to shake. Brett grimaced at him, staring down at his hand.

"That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh— we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight..." Stiles slowly began to stop talking as he realised Brett wasn't listening, just looking ahead at someone. "Carmen." He muttered under his breath, pushing past the boys.