"Who ate my fries?!?" Stiles demanded at the lunch table, looking at all of us like we're murder suspects.
"I don't know Sherlock, why don't you use those detective skills of yours and figure it out," you teased eating from the newly heap of fries. Your boyfriend freezed and slowly turned towards you looking at your food then back at you.
"You're evil," he stated and started grabbing at his fries which were now yours. You laugh trying to fend him off when someone sits next to you.
"Well hello there," you smile at the beta who returns it and starts eating from the pile. "Okay since when did my food turn into a community service?" You question slapping their hands away.
"Since you took my food away from me and claimed it as yours," Stiles sassed and grabbed a hand full of fries and started eating them.
"So," Liam started, leaning his head on your shoulder eating your lunch. You look at him and smile at him for him to continue. "Are you coming to practice?"
"Of course Liam," you smiled.
The bell rang and he got up fast, "great see you there!" Liam ran out of the cafeteria and Stiles grabbed your hand pulling you up.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him as he pulled you out of the cafeteria. You looked at Stiles and saw how irritated he looked, "Stiles you okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded but smiled to try to convince you.
You didn't believe him but you needed to drop it considering you were late for English. You returned his smile and squeezed his hand before running to English.
To be honest you weren't the biggest fan of lacrosse, the only reason you were there was to cheer on the team from the stands running your voice hoarse.
That's where you were now, shivering in the metal stands, watching everyone warm up. You wave to them all and laugh at their responses. Scott wiggled his fingers all flirty being the 'hot girl' he is, Stiles sent you love hearts with his hands and Liam blew you a kiss. What idiots.
Practice was the usual, coach yelling at everyone and everything also blowing his whistle repeatedly. I'm surprised he hasn't lost his voice yet. Coach sectioned off the team sending Scott and Stiles to do cross country, and Liam to go up against someone twice his size and probably someone double his weight.
"Liam be careful," you whisper knowing he can hear you because of his werewolf hearing. He nodded and coach blew his whistle. Immediately he was thrown to the ground with a loud crack and your eyes widened. You got up fast and ran down to Liam bending down next to him, "oh my gosh are you okay?!?"
He groaned and nodded while you took his helmet off slowly trying not to hurt him. It had a dent in the back of it and if he didn't have it on his skull wouldve been cracked. You saw the cut on his forehead and grimaced running your fingers through his hair and then cupping his cheeks.
He winced and you helped him stand up but he fell towards you and you caught him wrapping your arm around his waist to steady him.
"Get to the side Dunbar!" Coach yelled somewhat kindly and turned to the one guy, "you're almost as stupid as Greenberg!"
"Come on Liam, let's go sit down," you whisper as he limps to the bleachers. He sat down slowly and you grabbed the first aid kit tucked under the bleachers. "Why aren't you healing?" You asked while dabbing a cloth on the cut so the blood went away.
"Scott said it's because of the full moon, after the full moon I will take longer to heal because ive 'wolfed out''. Liam explained and winced.
"Wow I didn't know that," you informed putting the cloth to the side. You were about to ask him if he wanted to see a nurse or for me to bandage him up but a large shadow blocked the sunlight and scared you. And of course it's Stiles.
His hands were on his knees as he was trying to catch his breath. You could see how much running took out of him and honestly it was just like you. "Listen Liam," Stiles gasped out and he pointed shakily at Liam, "listen here you little runt, quit hitting on my girlfriend." Stiles demanded but went back to gasping for air.
Liam's face went bright red and he looked at the ground without making eye contact with you. "I know your little "crush" on y/n is cute but my girlfriend's," stiles breathed out and pointed possessively at you, "mine. My girlfriend."
"Oh I already knew," you smirked and look at Liam who seems to be a even deeper shade of red. "Hey," you whispered nudging Liam, "I think it's cute." You smiled kindly at him which he returns.
You looked at Stiles, "but I'm your girlfriend." He sighed in relief and guess to hug you but you backed up, "nu uh. Go shower you stink." Stiles groaned and you looked at Liam and winked cheekily.
