Garrett had crystal blue eyes, smooth dirty blonde hair (girls would have loved to run their fingers in) and an impressive jawline for a freshman. To top it off, he was on the lacrosse team, which meant he was very fit with his broad shoulders, strong biceps, and an amazing bubble butt. It was no doubt he had every girl's attention at Beacon Hills High School, but no one knew the bad boy he really was except for me; at least not at first.
Garrett and I got paired up to be partners for a project for English class. Between all the studying, research, and meeting up for the project, we got to know each other. When the project ended we continued to hang out, which led to several dates and a lot of make out sessions. He was kind, funny, and really sweet. It was hard not to fall in love with the boy.
However when the dead pool came out, we didn't hang out as much. More often than not, Garrett had excuses of why he couldn't hang out, which at the time worked out perfect as Garrett didn't know about me being a werewolf. Like Garrett, Scott and the pack were often too busy trying to figure out the dead pool and who was behind it all. Never did it cross my mind Garrett was one of the many assassins trying to kill my friends and I.
"How could you?!" I pushed Garrett against his car in the school parking lot after the lacrosse game. "Did you even like me at all? Or was it some sick and twisted game just to get closer to me and my pack and then make your move to kill us all for some fast cash?!"
"Let me explain," Garrett shook his head. "If I hadn't stabbed Brett tonight, they would have killed me for not finishing the job."
"Who?" I gritted between my clenched teeth, trying to control my breathing and not shift from the anger running through my veins.
"The assassins I work for."
"That's a load of bullshit, Garrett."
"No," Garrett sighed as he took a step forwards and grabbed my arm gently. "Believe me when I say I like you, Y/N, more than you know...."
"You have a funny way of showing it, Garrett," I pulled my arm out from his hold and walked away as he called after me.
Less than 24 hours later, I somehow found myself in Garrett's Escalade with Scott because the assassins Garrett worked for had kidnapped Liam. The second Garrett found out about what had happened to Liam, he told Scott and together they decided to save Liam. I don't know why but I decided to go with them, simply because I just had a bad feeling.
On the way, Garrett swerved when something ran in front of the vehicle. After the Escalade skidded into a complete stop, we all got out of the car to see what the hell happened. Then out of nowhere a berserker appeared. Scott charged towards the berserker but the berserker punched Scott in the stomach, making him fly back and hit the ground. I ran over to check on Scott as Garrett went to get his lacrosse stick with the blade hidden inside. Then everything happened so fast. Garrett called out my name and when I turned around I saw berserker ready to strike his bone sword at me, but Garrett jumped in front of me. Garrett gasped as the berserker lifted him in the air with a bone sword through his stomach. The berserker removed the sword, causing Garrett to fall to the ground, and ran back into the woods as if his job was done.
Now I'm in Garrett's Escalade in the backseat with Garrett in my arms as Scott raced to the hospital while he quickly told Stiles where to find Liam.
"Y/N..." Garrett managed to whisper in between breaths.
"Garrett! Stay with me, baby." I ran my free hand through his matted hair and my other hand pressed against his abdominal area, trying to stop the bleeding.
"I... Love..."
"Don't you dare, Garrett," I whispered as tears formed at the rim of my eyes. "You don't get to do this. You don't get to leave me. You don't get to say goodbye." I looked down at Garrett's sad blue eyes, which were slowly losing their brightness.

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'Teen Wolf' Imagines
FanfictionThese are all my Teen Wolf fanfiction/imagines that won't have their own 'Story' books. These imagines include more than one character. Some imagines are paired up with the reader and some are not. Sometimes romantically and sometimes platonic. Some...