The Weight Of Us → Liam Dunbar

The Sex Talk

|◆| The Sex Talk |◆|

It took almost an hour for me to shower and do my hair and makeup. I mean, of course it would. I don't go heavy on the makeup, but the hair part, yeah. It was looking flat, so I decided to curl it with my curlig iron. Not full on perfect curls, just loose waves.

Then it took a while to find an outfit. And when I did, I realized I never charged my phone. So it was dead, and I only had thirty minutes until my first class. But Stiles came at this time. So I did something brave. Possibly the bravest thing I've done all my life.

Left my phone at home.

Stiles was just outside waiting, so I ushered Liam out the door. It took him a few minutes to gather his homework, and he almost fell when I pushed him out the door, but we managed to make it in the jeep without an injuries. I don't know about you, but I call that an achievement.

Stiles didn't ask any questions until we were driving. But he spoke up, glancing at the beta in the backseat. "He didn't slepe over, right?"

Of course, this question was directed towards me. I don't understand why Scott and Stilds don't trust me. Though it probably has to do with the fact that Scott and Allison had sex around my age and they think I'm doing it with Liam. But I'm not going to do that.

Yet.

Oh, don't judge. I mean, look at Liam! My horomones go crazy when I'm around him. Especially now that I've seen him shirtless.

"No. He did not sleep over."

"Good."

"I slept over his." I bit my lip , waiting for the worst.

The junior widened his eyes, pressing on the brakes while looking over at me. "What?!" He glared at Liam. "Listen kid, if you lay a hand on her, I will skin your little werewolf ass and-"

"Stiles!" I yelled, embarrassed.
"We didn't do anything, alright? Have a little faith. Were fifteen."

The eldest shook his head, driving again. "I was fifteen once. I know how fifteen year olds think."

I shake my head. "You're unbelievable."

He sighed. "Look, if you two were to do it, just-just use protection. I'm not giving you permission, hell no am I giving you permission to bang her. But I'm just saying, I'd rather her lose it to you than a random pervert she meets at a club."

"Stiles!" My face was incredibly red. I didn't even dare looking at Liam. No doubt he wasn't in the same state I am in.

"What? Your lucky I didn't bury him in mountain ash."

"Right here folks. Right here." Liam spoke up.

"Wait. Do you two need the safe sex talk?" Stiles asked, once we pulled into the parking lot.

Automatically, I reached for the handle. "Hell no am I having this talk with you of all people. Lets go, Liam."

He didn't need to be told twice. Once I was out, he followed me, slamming the door. We both tried our best to get away, but my heart stopped beating when Stiles yelled after us.

"You guys do know what a comdom is, right?"

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Liam grabbed my shoulder when we walked in, and I stopped, looking directly at him. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to go to my locker. I'll meet you in homeroom." He gave me a nod, before walking off without my answer.

With a sigh, I shook it off, walking over to Mason, who was leaning against my locker. "Move," I muttered, shoving him away.