Warning:
Swearing
"Fuck that." You said incredulously, hopping up from your spot on the floor and making your way towards the front door. You ignored the multiple calls from your friends as you flung the door open and walked out of the house without a backwards glance. You were not going to be part of that game. Not a chance in hell.
"(Y/n)!"
"Fuck you, Dunbar!" you yelled over your shoulder as you made your way down the driveway. "I am not going to fuck with that creepy shit. I'm going home and you're leaving me the fuck alone."
Liam laughed and snagged your upper arm, moving to block your path, "It's just a game, (Y/n)."
You scrunched your face up and looked at him as if he were an idiot, "It's not a fucking game, Liam. Do you know what happens to people that mess with that shit? They die. In those horror movies, they are haunted and murdered by evil spirits. None of them were smart enough to say 'hell no, I'm not messing with that' and they died. I'm gonna play smart and I'm going to take my ass home. I do not fuck with that shit."
"Good point," Liam admitted. "BUT, have you ever thought about how they were just movies? And how none of it's real?"
You considered him for a moment too long and nodded, "You know, you're right. How about you take your werewolf ass back into that house with all of your very real supernatural buddies and play with the demon board to test out if it's real or not, and I'll go home and not die." You pulled your arm out of his grip with a too sweet smile and shouldered past him.
He sputtered out an incoherent response and stared after you, "You don't even have shoes on! All your stuff is in Lydia's room! (Y/N)! You live like five miles away from here and it's almost midnight! It's dangerous out there!"
You flipped him off over your shoulder but kept walking, "It's a lot safer out here than it is in there with that board!"
"It's really not!"
"Liam?" you called out.
"Yeah?" He said hopefully, speeding up to catch up to you.
"Shut the fuck up."
"I'm just saying," Liam said from beside you, running a hand through his hair, "we both know that it's not. It's just a fact. There could be any number of threats out there right now and I—" You stopped in the middle of the road and turned to glare at him. He held his hands up in surrender, "Shutting up."
You gave him one more good glare before you started walking again, ignoring the fact that rocks were digging into the bottoms of your feet and it hurt like hell. But you'll be damned if you go back to Lydia's house where an Ouija board was being held and messed with. Your momma didn't raise no fool.
"So, are we really going to walk five miles?"
"I thought you were shutting up."
"I was until I realized that you were still walking." Liam said, "I could drive you home, you know. We could watch a movie there. Or at my house. We could make out a little at either house, which is one hundred percent better than messing with spirits, or in the back of my car. I don't know. Just some suggestions that I'm tossing around. You can take a swing at any that appeal to you. Hopefully the one where we're making out, though."
You rolled your eyes and fought back the smile creeping at the corners of your mouth, "You're an idiot."
"But you love me anyways," Liam ducked his head and batted his lashes in the most obnoxious way.
"Unfortunately."
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