Teen Wolf Imagines

How You Meet (Brett Talbot)

Hope you like it, jordanshaw101! I'm sorry if it sucks, I'd be happy to compensate you with another imagine!

*Jordan*

After school, Mason literally dragged me down to the field to support Liam. Right now, he needed all the help he could get because tonight he was going up against Devenford Prep- Liam's old school.

I couldn't resist the urge to stare at a particularly hot guy with blonde curly hair, watching as he proceeded with the task of putting a shirt on. I laughed as I caught Mason staring at him from the corner of my eye.

"You think he's hot don't you?" Liam's voice scolded, pulling us both from our trances to see him looking at us with a disapproving look on his face.

Mason shook his head with a fake frown on his face. "No!" He exclaimed.

They both turned to me just as I tilted my head at the tall, strikingly beautiful boy. "I do." I sighed dreamily, my eyes wandering up and down his body.

I was snapped out of my trance when he turned to face us, so I turned to face Liam- and he was looking more worried than he was earlier. "He wants to destroy me." He told us.

Patting his shoulder, I gave my best friend a reassuring smile. "You can definitely take him." I told him, ruffling his hair. The three of us went silent for a while, before I decided to speak up again. "Then give him to me."

Liam glared at me before breaking out into a smile, laughing at how straight forward I was. "Alright." He chuckled, a big smile on his face.

"Go kick some prep school ass, Dunbar." I encouraged, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek before walking to the bleachers and parking my butt next to Malia.

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It didn't matter that the game had ended, I was still engrossed in the book I was reading, Wolf Wilder. From the top of my averted eyes, I noticed a dark shadow approach me, so I obviously came to a quick assumption.

"Gimme a minute, Liam." I mumbled under my breath, only to earn a modest chuckle in return.

"Didn't think I needed a new name." An unfamiliar voice spoke, and I knew for a fact that it was definitely not Liam. "Nice book, by the way."

When I finally gathered the courage to look up, I saw the guy from earlier, his eyes glowing bright yellow- which, let's be honest, it scared the shit out of me.

"Holy shit." I muttered, moving back a bit in my seat. It took a few minutes of getting used to the colour of his eyes, before watching the colour fade. "And you are not Liam." I observed, being completely obvious about it.

He extended his hand, which I gratefully took before he pulled me off the bleacher. "Brett Talbot."

I looked down as my cheeks flushed when I realised our hands were still touching. "Jordan." I answered back almost immediately, shooting him a smile.

Brett gave you an adorable pout, his eyes staring into yours. "No last name?"

I shook my head, grinning widely. "Nope, that can wait for next time." I teased, patting his cheek before walking away to join Liam and Mason.

Best. Day. Ever.

If you want, I'm more than willing to do a second version of the imagine for you, I already have an idea. Completely up to you.