Dysfunctional [LIAM DUNBAR] ✓

nine | attack

Stiles waved at James and Liam extremely awkwardly. Kira had closed the door by this point, and James already knew he wasn't getting out of this. He moved to the couch, all eyes on him as he walked. He sat in the closest chair, and pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket along with a lighter. "Go on, this is going to be interesting."

"You can't smoke in here." Lydia spoke, very stressed out at this point. Narrowing her eyes at James, she couldn't believe that he would even try to smoke in a place he had never been before.

"Gonna let me outside to smoke then?" James asked, putting the cigarette between his lips, about to light it when the lighter it grabbed from his hands. Malia standing in front of him, before tossing it to Stiles who barely caught it. "Bitch." He muttered earning a glare from Malia as she took a couple steps backwards. 

"Think of this as an intervention. You both have problem, some more than others." Stiles said, narrowing his eyes on James who was shoving the cigarette into his pocket again.

"And let me guess, you guys are the only ones that can help?" James asked, extending his legs across the couch, before Malia yanked his feet off of them. "Can't even get comfortable when at my own intervention." James rolled his eyes, standing up standing next to Liam as Malia headed back to next to Stiles.

"Yeah, sort of." Scott replied, looking at both of his betas with different background problems. "What we're gonna tell you is going to sound insane, but you have to believe us." Scott looked around the room, seeing if anyone wanted to take over. Stiles gave him a small thumbs up, telling him to just explain everything. Instead Lydia spoke up.

"The myth about werewolves? Is true. Werewolves exist and so do other supernatural creatures. That thing that attacked you both a couple nights ago while Scott was saving you both was a Wendigo. A supernatural cannibal." Lydia began explaining everything, crossing her arms as she looked over at the rest of the pack.

"Scott here, the one who bit you both is a werewolf, he's an alpha; the leader of the pack. Malia, the one that doesn't like you James is a werecoyote. Which is basically a werewolf but instead of part wolf is part coyote." Stiles explained also, helping the banshee out. "Lydia is a banshee she can predict deaths, something like that."

"We have no clue." Scott continued, looking over at James and Liam. James thought his last cellmate was strange and pathological liar. This was a group was a whole new level of strange and crazy. "Kira, is a Kitsune. Which is kind of a fox spirit." James nodded, not believing a thing they were saying.

"If I say I believe you, can I go?" James asked, tired of having to deal with all the nonsense that the juniors were saying. He should have listened to his father who even right before the party was trying to convince James not to go.

"Do you ever shut up?" Stiles asked James, the boy was growing on Stiles' nerves faster than Jackson ever could, and was up there with Isaac Lahey. James grinned and shook his head. It only annoyed Stiles even more, who muttered unbelievable.

"So werewolf?" Liam cut the conversation between Stiles and James short, it would be interesting to see what would happen between those two if Stiles was to snap. Scott nodded as a response. "Werecoyote?" Malia confirmed Liam's guess. "Banshee?" Lydia gave a small nod and a thumbs up. "Fox?"

"Kitsune." James corrected, they all looked around the room surprised that James remembered. "Not an idiot, I listen twenty percent of the time." James winked, looking back at Liam. "And Stiles, uh what are you supposed to be?"

"For a while I was possessed by an evil spirit." Stiles spoke awkwardly, James raised an eyebrow. "Better now, so don't make a comment about it James, I and no one else wants to hear your sarcastic and stupid comments."