Thiam - The War Is Over

Chapter 5

Liam's P.O.V.

The school day was finally ending, and Liam couldn't be more relieved. He just had to sit through this last class and he could go home and relax. After his talk with Corey, him and Mason had been badgering Liam non-stop. As much as he loved his friends, Liam wasn't sure he was ready to confide his worries to them.

The entire rest of the day, however, he kept recalling Stiles' words. He remembered how he had told him that Mason would be there to save his ass every time he would need it. Maybe he should tell him...

No. It was okay, nothing to be worried about.

His worries said otherwise.

Ugh. He was way too conflicted.

Liam shook his head slightly and faced forward, wanting to focus on class- they weren't doing much, but you never know- though, like his other classes, he struggled to. Being in the same class as Corey and Mason, he accidentally caught Mason's gaze, and Mason gave him a concerned look, his smile far from his normal, happy smile. Liam forced a smile, but he knew that Mason could very easily see through him. Great. He would probably be interrogated once more after school.

The bell rang, suddenly, startling him. He quickly stood up, snatching his backpack up from beside his chair. He glanced over his shoulder as he exited the classroom, feeling rather guilty for wanting to ditch Mason and Corey.

It was okay. He had a good reason to! Not entirely satisfied with his own reasonings, Liam left the classroom in a rush. His mind was no longer racing as it had before, mostly remaining blank. He barely even noticed when he bumped into someone until they grabbed him by the shoulder, stopping him.

"Liam, hey."

Liam blinked, surprised to see Brett Talbot staring down at him with a small smirk on his face.

"Brett. You're here.... why...?"

"I wanted to check in on you. Have you had any breakdowns yet now that you're in charge?"

"I haven't seen you in months, why come now?" Liam was surprised to hear the bitterness in his own voice. Dang, what was making him so mad? Whatever the reason, it actually felt good to be snappish with someone again.

"I've been busy, I can't be coming to check in on you every day," Brett scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I don't need you to," Liam huffed angrily. "Everything is fine, stop asking question, Jesus fucking Christ."

"Uh, I didn't ask any questions," Brett retorted with an equal amount of scath. "Who pissed you off?"

"Does it even matter?! No, so leave me alone, I don't need your help!" Liam glared up at Brett- God, he was so annoyingly tall- then turned and stormed again, giving him the finger as he did so.

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A/N: So, uh, haha, short story long, this is terribly written because Im writing at 6-7 in the morning. Yippee. Sorry....