lionheart; liam dunbar

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"I'm not sharing my basement," Malia stated stubbornly. The entire pack (minus Derek) was standing in a circle between two school buses, which had become their unofficial meeting place for pack business this year.

"Actually, it's my basement," Lydia replied, crossing her arms. "And my mom knows how you tore it up last time."

"Alright, she's still learning," Stiles interjected, putting a hand on his girlfriend's shoulder (Or at least, Octavia thought they were dating. She still couldn't tell.)

"We should use the boathouse for Liam, it has the best support beams. We can chain him to one of them," Octavia said, fiddling with the strap of her backpack.

"But how do we get him to the lake house if he still doesn't trust us?" Kira asked, making a point none of the rest had bothered to think of.

"If it keeps him from murdering someone, I say we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him in a lake." Stiles mimicked the actions with his hands, causing a look of horror to cross Kira and Scott's faces.

"I'm in!" Octavia and Malia responded at the same time, raising their hands.

"We're not killing or kidnapping him," Scott stated.

"Then let's be smarter," said Lydia. "Tell him there's a party and invite him."

"You're gonna ask out a freshman?" Octavia asked, quirking a brow at her strawberry blonde best friend.

"No, I'm done with teenage boys," remarked Lydia. "But if we're trying to trick someone, why don't we use the most manipulative of us?"

All heads turned to Octavia, who had now diverted her attention to her hair, which she had put a few small braids into. Being a born werewolf came with many advantages, but also many disadvantages: ADHD and dyslexia being two of them. Her head snapped up as she saw everyone staring expectantly at her. "Me? Absolutely not."

"Octavia," Stiles started, but the shorter girl cut him off.

"Are you forgetting the part where I literally helped kidnap him?"

"Who cares about that?" Lydia asked, throwing her hands up in the air before pointing a finger at her raven-haired best friend. "You should really see the way he looks at you in the hallway when you're not looking. It makes me want to puke."

"C'mon, Octavia," Kira jumped in. "You've gotta use that sexy Octavia Hale charm!"

Seeing all her friends looking at her with varied levels of pleading and expectation, Octavia's expression turned annoyed. "Fine," she muttered grudgingly. "I'll do it."

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It was truly remarkable what wonders Lydia Martin could do to a girl in two hours equipped with just a makeup bag and a couple of bobby pins.

Octavia looked in astonishment at herself in the bathroom mirror as her fingers played with the rolled-up sleeves of Lydia's leather jacket, which the strawberry blonde had insisted she wear instead of Octavia's worn out one. Underneath, she wore a green skater skirt, which Lydia insisted brought out the color of her eyes, and a lacy white crop top. In addition, Lydia had managed to actually do something with Octavia's hair (something the latter girl had been failing to do for the past 17 years) by curling the ends slightly.

"Go!" Lydia's voice shook her out of her reverie, as the redhead pushed her best friend out the door.

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The raven-haired girl strutted down the stairs in black pumps as if it was a runway, making sure to attract the attention of every guy (and girl) in a 10 foot radius. However, her attention was on only one boy: Liam, who had his eyes locked on hers and was looking at her as if she was an ethereal being.

His mind was still in a haze when she walked over to him, smiling cattily through red-painted lips, and he was only shook out of it when she put a hand on his arm. "Hey, Liam." Octavia smirked, hearing the boy's heartbeat rise and knowing that she was having her intended affect.

"H-Hey," he stumbled out as Octavia took another step towards him. She was so close that their faces were inches apart, and if he wanted (and if he had enough guts) he could just lean closer and close the gap between their lips.

He didn't do so, of course.

"You like parties, right?" she asked, now stroking his bicep with long fingers. He was actually pretty muscular, she noted, and she actually didn't hate this whole setup now that she thought about it. He gulped before nodding. "Would you want to go to one, tonight? With me?"

"U-um, yeah," he said, nodding vigorously. "Yeah, I would love to."

"Perfect," she grinned. "I'll pick you up at 7."

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Author's Note:

Sorry I haven't been updating that often, but the next part is gonna be really good! I've been really focused on my Stiles fic (it's called "Trouble", if you haven't read it yet you should!!!) and I've been preoccupied with another Stiles fic I'm starting.

- Clarke