Liam's POV
I walk down the halls, casually looking for someone. Someone special. The lunch bell rings and I hurry, trying to get to Scott. I have to tell him. I have to.
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"Loo, man, I've been having these visions, dreams, hallucinations of her...okay? W-whenever I get mad, or when I start to change, the image of her pops in my head and my anger flushes out...It's like she's my anchor..." I explain, and Stiles interrupts,
"So, you're in love with your lab partner?" I nudge him with my elbow and we all sit down.
"Hey! Look who it is!" Stiles obnoxiously adds. I look up to see who he's talking to. I drop my fork and almost choke on my lunch as I see Grace and he friend sit down across from us.
"gosh, Stiles, it's felt like forever!" Grace's friend says as she sits down. Grace looks just as alarmed as I do to see me siting here. Scot nudges me as if to say,
talk to her!
I nod and speak, my voice sounding awkward and funny,
"so, Grace, I didn't know you knew Scott?" I smile weirdly and regret it. Scott snorts and Stiles whisper,
"smooth, man." I swallow. grace smiles sweetly. Beautifully.
"Yeah, way back when." She winks at Scott and Stiles in a friendly way. I nod.
"So you're new!" She changes the subject, smiling at me. I nod and mutter,
"Yeah...I am." She smiles in excitement
"Cool! Don't worry, I was new, too. It gets better." I smile and just then, somebody walks behind Grace and gets pushed, causing their lunch to spill all over her.
She squeals at the gooey, stale mess. It's all over her and shirt. She looks embarrassed. I immediately fumble to zip my backpack open and find the extra tee shirt I have hidden in it. Once I finally get it out, I rush over to her.
"Here! Take this shirt!" She smiles sheepishly and gingerly takes it from me. I do a cross between a smile and a wince, hoping I don't look stupid. Her friend motions for her to come to the bathroom and she goes, my tee shirt in hand.
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A few moments later she comes out with my tee shirt on, hair in a bun. She looks perfect. I stand up to make sure she's okay.
"Are you okay?" I ask and help her into her seat, which I regret because I feel like I'm helping an old lady into her wheelchair, which she's not anywhere close to an old lady, obviously. She nods and smiles, still a little embarrassed.
"Thanks." She says and anger boils up inside me. Not because of her, but I want to find whoever did this to her. I feel my eyes start to glow and nails rip out of my fingers. In the corner of my eye I see Scot start to panic.
I close my eyes, and think of her.
In my tee shirt.
smiling.
Telling me it's okay.
Telling me she loves me.
Kissing me.
Anchoring me.
And everything goes
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