[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 2:

Liam's POV:
we were all headed out onto the field to get ready to "practice".
tryouts would be sometime next week but by the looks of it, couch might pick a few players this week.
"we've got to make sure he doesn't make it alright" I could hear the other guys talking about me and it made me upset.
of course Scott would want me to control my anger, since well, that's what he needs me to do.
I want to make him proud, not put a bad label on the pack.

everyone ran out to positions for the game of scrimmage.
coach began to hand out green shirts as he divided up the teams.
knowing my luck, Brett was on the green team and I was on the shirts.

I looked up and saw the whistle in coach's mouth and he blew it, signalling the game has started.
my team had the ball first and I ran down the line, staying open for Scott.

everyone was heading toward the direction I was standing, it was complete chaos.
then, stiles got the ball, and tossed it over to me.
just as I was about to catch it, Brett caught me off guard and tackled me to the ground.
i groaned in pain on the grass as Brett laid on top of me.
"what the hell, man?" i yell and push him off of me.
"is Liam upset because he can't catch a simple ball? poor puppy," Brett stood up looking down at me.
he looked even more tall from below, almost intimidating.
"I'll fucking destroy you, son of a-" right as I stood up facing Brett, the coach blew the whistle for the thousandth time, stopping the entire game.
"what the hell do you think you're doing? Dunbar, Talbot? keep it up and you'll be on the bench the rest of the season" he rolls his eyes and walks back off to the side of the field, letting the game continue.

i roll my head to the side, and shake off the pain.

for the rest of the game, i pull on my best effort. i didn't want to mess up or disappoint anyone.
considering I've already risked a chance of getting a placement on the team, i don't want to take anymore chances.
for almost the entire time, it was Brett and i continuously scoring multiple goals on each teams net.
coach was quite fed up with it, you could tell.
but if it meant having good players this year, he just kept shut.

half an hour later, all the boys -who were now drenched in sweat- headed back inside to the change-rooms.

i walked over by myself toward my locker i had set my stuff in.
i take off my shirt and pants.
leaving myself in just Calvin Klein Boxers.
i opened it with a sigh.
rummaging around in my backpack, i found nothing but school stuff.

my clothing was gone.

"Where is my-" I mumbled beneath my breath and looked up.
a bunch of boys were snickering and laughing at my flustered state.
i walked over to them angrily.
"is there something funny?" i raised my eyebrow.
"look in the showers" i instantly knew what they had done.
i stormed over to the showers and saw a pile of my clothes soaking under a shower.
i dash over to the faucet to turn off the water first.
then, i pick up my extremely damp clothes, now feeling very upset.
"who did this?" i shout, my voice booming through the small space.
every guy in the change rooms looks over at me, some laughing, some silent.

some senior put his hand up, laughing while doing so.
"And what are you planning on doing about it?" He was extremely tall too, and if I was honest, a bit scary.

but, he's not a werewolf like me so, im good.
i rung my clothes out and set them on a bench.
"exactly-" the guy I didn't even know said when i didn't respond.
"real mature, Devon, first day as a senior and you've already ruined your precious little reputation" Brett called out from his locker as he was tying his laces.
"sucks to suck, doesn't it?" Brett stood up and walked over to 'Devon'.
"this is none of your damn business-" Devon tried to get in Brett's face some more.
"clearly, you don't understand," Brett paused and grabbed the kid by his shirt.
he literally was dragging him to the showers.
Brett turned on the shower and threw the kid against the wall, letting him soak in the shower with all his now -not so brand new- clothes.
everyone in the room started whistling and laughing along with a few claps.
"thanks.." i mumbled to Brett as he walked past me, he moved his bag next to where my locker was.
"no worries" Brett smiled slightly.
"but what was the difference between you being a jerk outside and now you're sticking up for me?" i shake my head.
"oh no, that's just during lacrosse.. and if anyone other than me bugs you,"
Brett paused as he tossed me his black shirt.
"I'll make sure it doesn't happen twice"
He winks and puts on another shirt of his.
"Oh okay, thanks man" i put on the shirt and spray some more axe, getting ready to go to my next class.

once I'm in the hallway, i can't help to think about Brett's attitude change.
it almost makes me feel good inside.
Mason is going to freak when he finds out- in a good way that is.

im finally at my math class, and i look around to see who im stuck with for the year.
not too many people i know, only Mason, Brett, and Hayden.
out of all people they pick, Hayden romero?
i didn't notice everyone was seated until Mr.yukimura spoke up.
"Liam, take a seat maybe?" He smiled at me brightly.
i nodded silently and walked down to find a seat.
again, knowing my luck, the only empty seat was next to Hayden.
we had known each other years back, an accident happened and let's just say, she isn't fond of the memories.
"are you going to stand for the rest of the class?" the teacher spoke yet again.
"no, sir.." i sat down on the seat and felt something sticky.
i lifted my butt up a tiny bit and saw gum plastered on my track pants.
i looked over at Hayden as she blew bubble gum, i glared at her.
i was going to literally kill that girl, she gets on my nerves all the time.

i heard someone chuckle slightly and i turned to see Brett next to me.
"what's so funny?" i whisper harshly.
"no, it's just cute when you're all frustrated" Brett winked at me.

since when was i considered cute?
especially coming from Brett Talbot.

hey guys! sorry it's short but it's going to be short chapters unlike my other fanfic lmao.. -a