Teen Wolf Imagines (requests being taken)

Liam and Scott

Liam P.O.V

I puffed out a huge breath of air, getting ready to launch a Lacrosse ball into the goal, but first I had to get through defense. Stiles. Yes, Stiles Stilinski. But he wasn't the reason I was nervous. Scott McCall was the reason why I was nervous. He's my competition. He's the only one that's good enough to beat me. An I won't let that happen. Ever. I swing my stick a few times to loosen up then run as fast as I can to the goal. I dodged Stiles without a problem, then past Scott. I took the shot and made it. That's not what I expected. I heard how amazing Scott was, and this isn't the Scott I had heard all about.

"That's my boy!" I heard Coach yell from by the benches.

"Woooo!" Screamed some of the people watching our practice.

I began to cheer along with them and let the moment sink in, allow being popular to feel good. I looked back at Scott and smirked at him. Then at Stiles who just rolled his eyes at me. I ran back to the end of the line, prepping myself for round two. Prepping myself to feel the same thing I did the first time through.

Scott P.O.V

I watched as Liam took a deep breath, then swung his stick a couple of times. Then, he took charge. He ran quickly and got through Stiles. I ran to him, close to ramming him to the ground, until he took a last minute turn and made the shot. Coach went wild, the practice watchers went wild, even some of the players went wild. I shook my head, trying to clear the mistake out of my memory. To make things worse, Liam looks back and smirks at us. He smirked at us. I glared hard at him.

"Dude, you suck!" Stiles said a little angry.

"That's bad why?"

"Because you're a werewolf, so wolf-up!" Stiles said.

"That's cheating. You even said so yourself." I said, remembering our previous conversation.

"Well, this is a good reason. Show this runt who's boss." Stiles said.

I rolled my eyes and got ready for the next person. He ran, Stiles ran at him and got hit to the ground. I was the only one left. I ran to him and flipped him over my shoulder. It was silent for a moment, then everyone went crazy. Even more crazy than they did for Liam,and it feels amazing. Stiles comes to chest bump, but falls to the ground. Mostly because I used some of my werewolf strength, I can have fun with it sometimes.

More people came and the better I did. This was all warm up for Liam. As of now, I feel like I can take him. Danny ran for us and Stiles easily took him out. I looked at Stiles wide eyed. He actually stopped a person. The crowd was silent, coach was looking at him like he had no idea who the person was standing in front of him.

"Good job Stilinski!" Coach screamed and broke out into his happy dance.

The crows joined in and the players just stood there in shock. Then, there's Liam. Standing there glaring at me, ready to attack. I prepare to stop him, and I do. But there was a loud, bone crushing sound. I looked at him and notice his leg is popped out of place.

"I'm so sorry!" I said.

"Ugh...whatever." He said.

Stiles rushed over and helped him to his feet. We took him to the hospital where we found he had a broken leg.

"Dude, I'm seriously sorry."

"I shouldn't have tried so hard anyway." He said ashamed.

"It's my fault, I swear." And that's the day I wasn't as werewolfy as everyone would like me to be. Why I'm still an alpha with performance issues.