March 13:
You stared at the wooden door in front of you and clutched your AP Biology binder closer to your chest as you prayed for something, anything, that would stop you from walking into the classroom. Maybe Malia would come steal you away to go look at something she found in the woods. Maybe you would get sent to the principle's office for loitering. Maybe a school bus would crash into the school and crash into you. Who knew? It could happen.
Suddenly, the door jerked open, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you jump about a mile in the air. Papers flew everywhere as your binder hit the ground.
"Shit," you mumbled. You turned to give a piece of your mind to whoever the hell opened the door so quickly, but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Scott's face staring at the papers, his mouth wide open. Your confidence immediately disappeared as the hatred you were feeling transformed into awkward tension.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he apologized and bent down to gather up the papers, making sure to take the time to make sure they were all in one nice, organized stack. He straightened himself up and made eye contact. His muscles immediately tensed. All of the apology and sympathy drained from his face, leaving only hatred. He quickly shoved the papers into your hands and hurried back inside the classroom, not caring that most of them just fell back to the floor.
That was the first time he'd even looked at you in 2 weeks.
February 28 (two weeks earlier...)
The door to Coach's office flew open as you stumbled backwards into it, your hands running intently through Liam's soft hair as your kiss deepened. His hands left your body for only a few seconds as he closed the door behind you. You were now completely alone with each other. His hands returned to your waist, before exploring down your back to your bum. He gave a short squeeze, making you gasp.
He smirked and took advantage of your surprise to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and buried your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling gently at it. He carried you over to Coach's desk and set you down. You tugged on the hem of his shirt and tossed it to the side, allowing you to run your hands along his toned abs and muscular back, never once breaking the kiss. His fingers brushed against your stomach as he gripped the bottom of your shirt and caused it to land with his own. He leaned forward, and placed a hand on your back, supporting you as you laid down on the desk. His lips parted from yours as he began to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and eventually stomach. You felt goosebumps rise as his hot breath hit your skin and gasped as his pecks moved down to where your skin disappeared under your jeans. His head jolted up to make sure you were ok with where it was going. You looked him in the eyes and pulled his head down, making your lips meet again. You began to fumble with the zipper of his jeans.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Liam asked, pulling slightly away to look into your eyes. "I mean, Scott's my alpha, and he's your boyfriend, and-"
"What the hell?!" You heard the door slam open as light poured into the room. You scrambled to cover yourself, but Liam simply placed himself in front of you to block anyone's view. You looked up to see Scott standing in the doorway, claws out and eyes red. "What are you doing?!" He growled behind his fangs.
"We were um..." Liam tried to think of something to say.
"You were making out. That's what," his muscles tensed even more. You could tell he was fighting the urge to knock Liam out with one swift punch.
"Scott, I-" you tried to explain yourself, but he cut you off.
"Save it, Y/N! I don't want to hear it. You know, I heard rumors about this, but I never thought it was true. I didn't think you would actually do this to me."
