[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 1:

hello guys(: new book! also note that this book is based on boyxboy so if you're not into that, please don't continue reading! andddd it'll have a few sexual parts along with maybe a few things that involve suicidal acts and alcohol use. I promise this'll be good so (: well, here we go.

Liam's point of view:

it's 6:13 in the morning.
i take a little longer than usual to get out of my warm and cozy bed comforter. but, once im finally fully awake, i head off to the shower.

today's the first day, it's been almost exactly a year since i first arrived at Beacon Hills high.
i remember being so damn terrified of what the kids would think of me.
i had completely trashed my old teachers car, therefore, i got expelled.

people had put a bad label on me, when really, i just happen to have a harder time with.. well, controlling my anger.

im soon stripping off my clothing and turning on the shower, making sure it's extra hot.
i step in with one foot and then with the other.
the burning feeling of the hot water made my body feel extremely good.
in a way, i was almost numb to how hot it was.
oh, and one important fact that may help.
im a werewolf.
yes indeed, i did just say werewolf.
late in freshman year, i was in some, let's say.. trouble.
i was close to a near death situation.
but, that's when my buddy Scott gave me the bite.
i almost fell from a building but he quickly took a risky move and bit me to help pull me up.
im thankful he did it, but gosh did that hurt like hell.
the bite is like a gift of some sort.
you're basically given super speed, heightened senses, extra strength and ability to do a lot of things you wouldn't be able to do before.

anyway, i think that's all you'll need to know for now.

im soon done with my shower and i step out and feel a cool breeze.
i shiver at the feeling and quickly reach on my counter to grab my fuzzy white towel.
i wrap it around my waist and start with "styling" my hair.
it's pretty simple, i just blow dry it and slick it up with some gel.
i check the time and i notice that i need to hurry up.
i brush my teeth quickly and spray some axe on myself.

scurrying into my room, i try to pick out a decent outfit for today.
as you can tell, i was practically the kid who seems like he's always unprepared.
which in this case, is most definitely true.

i go with some black skinny jeans along with a black and white baseball t-shirt.
then i pick out my shoes, in which they were also black vans.
yeah, i had a slight obsession with black, who cares.
im officially all ready for the day so i grab my backpack and run out of my room and head downstairs.
oh and also, im an only child so i guess i usually just have to worry about myself.
my parents were both busy with work so i couldn't say goodbye to them.
i had time to grab an apple and shove it in my bag, then sprint toward the door, hoping to not miss my bus.
just as i step out, the bus makes its stop right outside.
"thank god" i mumbled slightly to myself.
the yellow bus doors open with an annoying creaking sound as i hop on the bus.
i wave and smile at the bus lady, trying not to get on her bad side this year.
as i walk down the aisle, i see most of my friends.
Scott, Lydia, Kira, Stiles, Malia and my best bud of all time, Mason.
i smile back at all of them and keep walking past to find an empty seat.
then i spot the one and only, Brett Talbot.
the kid who once went to my old school.
now he's transferred here..
i ignore his friends teasing me along with him too.
i guess we hate each other because we know each other?..
if that makes any possible sense, then im utterly shocked.
Scott tells me it's best to ignore it.

just as i find a seat that's pretty close yet, far enough from Brett, im tripped by something.
i land flat on my chest and i hear the whole bus roaring with laughter.
great.
i stood up hastily and brushed off my clothing, getting rid of the white dust.
i turn to see who it was; it was no other than just Brett.
"watch where you're walking next time" he winks smoothly at me.
my eyes flash yellow.
i felt rage building up inside me and then i heard a voice at the back of my head.
"Liam go sit down, don't let it get to you" it was Scott, i could tell by his extremely calming voice.
if it wasn't for my incredibly strong hearing, i would've kicked Brett's ass right then and there.
it would've been way easy especially because he's sitting down, if he stood up, that'd be a different story.
he's super tall..

i blink a couple times and go sit down.

i guess you probably need to know a couple more things.
Brett is a werewolf, just like me.
Scott is a werewolf too, except he's an alpha. (Basically a leader of a pack and a very powerful supernatural).

then we have Lydia Martin, a banshee.
when she basically can sense when a nearby death has occurred, and then she screams.
sounds pretty abnormal but it's true.

then we have Kira, the kitsune, or also known as the fox.
funny thing is, foxes and wolves don't get along, yet Kira and Scott are a thing.
and then, Mason's just human.
enough supernatural stuff, let's move on.

about 15 minutes later, everyone is climbing off the crowded bus to get to their classes.
"Hey, Liam!" I hear someone call out my name.
"Mason?" I turn around and he smiles at me.
"What happened back there?" He asked me carefully.
"I don't know.." I shrugged, I was being honest.
"Brett's just an asshole" I roll my eyes just from me saying his own name.
"A hot...extremely hot, asshole?" Mason winked playfully.
Oh right, Mason also likes boys.
But I sure don't, I'm straight as ever, never liked a boy and probably never will.

But surprisingly, I'm mostly okay with Mason talking about all the sexiest guys in school.
"yeah sure if you say so" I shake my head and laugh.

we both walk to our first class, which meant we both go our separate ways.

i walked into the room i was to go in.
and that also happened to be Physical education.
i loved being able to play lacrosse with the team.
i also adored the fact that the first day gets to start with my favourite class.

I spot Scott and Stiles changing for the very first practice.
I walk over to them and set my stuff in a locker, the one I'd have for the rest of this year.
"you excited for this years team? you think you'll make it?" i hear Scott ask Stiles.
"totally, i mean hey, i may suck but everyone needs a Stiles on the team." I hear them laugh in unison.
i know I'll make the team, as cocky as it sounds but, it's true.
all i have to do is have great marks this semester and the next.
i take off my shirt and put on the t-shirt I had thrown in my bag last night.
i take off my pants and quickly put on my Adidas sweat pants.

"Alright, alright, settle down. so it's your first day and first class, you know how this goes?" all the boys gather around coach Finstock.
"if you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season" he sounded dead serious.
"If you make the cut, you play! your parents are proud," he paused for a second and looked at one kid dead in the eyes.
"your girlfriend LOVES YAH!" He rattled one kids helmet while getting all riled up.

He's always like this, it's surprisingly entertaining.

"Huh?! Everything else is.. cream cheese, now get out there and show me what you got!" The whole entire "team" went cheering with laughter and hollers and whistles.
they sounded like animals, i mean, i know i technically am one.
but not everyone else.
i catch Brett starring at me and i glance away.
he's probably trying to intimidate me, nice try.
i had one thought on my mind.

let's make the team.

keep reading and you'll get to find out how this plays out (: -a