[Briam] "I'm not into him"

chapter 19:

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Liam's POV:

the next morning came quick and i was forced to get up from the comfort of my bed as per usual. i took a nice cold shower before hopping out, fixing up my hair, and throwing on some clothes.

my parents were surprisingly both home this morning, meaning i wouldn't be left alone. when i go downstairs with all my stuff, i manage to find time to eat some cereal.

calling out and saying goodbye to where ever my parents were located in the house, i begin to walk to school.

i get to school quick and head to my first class which was P.E. today we'd be focusing on running which is definitely not a favourite of mine. when i enter the locker room, there's tons of guy already there- shirtless and getting their gear on.

"hey, Liam!" i turn my head to the right and spot Scott and Stiles standing by a bench.

"yea?" i walk over and set my bag down.

"so uh- we've got something to talk to you about.." Stiles coughed, scratching the back of his neck.

"what is it.." i trail off, sitting down and deciding to put on my cleats while in the midst of talking.

"well you see- there's just some rumours going around and we um.. you know.." Scott stumbled on his words and i looked up in confusion.

"you know?" i quizzed with an arched eyebrow.

"people think you're screwing with Talbot!" Stiles spat out a little to loudly, making me widen my eyes and go completely red.

"what? who said that?" i scoffed when i noticed multiple guys who were surrounding us had their attention drawn over here.

"just people.. is it true? i mean, there's nothing wrong if you don't like girls-" Scott started.

"or if you like both dick and-"

"STILES!" i screamed, silencing the room.

"so, is there an answer?" stiles said timidly and i frowned from below.

"yes, yes i am but it's not like he even wants to fucking speak to me-" i cut off my own sentence as my eyes drifted toward Brett as he walked through the door, looking hot as hell.

his hair swept up just the way i like it, and he had a tight, black, long sleeved Nike shirt on.

"i don't blame you if you're into that." Stiles smirked at Brett, watching him while he set his stuff down and began to get ready.

"oh, shut up.. you better not say anything stupid." i warn before coach blows his whistle- despite the fact that we're inside.

"5 minutes and you better be out on that god damned field or you're running the extra lap!"

jogging next to Stiles, we were on our 3rd lap around the track.
i wasn't feeling like going all out with Scott, so i stuck with someone who wasn't particularly the fastest.