Thiam - The War Is Over

Chapter 6

Liam sighed, frustrated, when he heard Brett following him, asking tauntingly,"Who made you all pouty?"

"Leave me alone, Brett," Liam said, turning to face the other, his expression saying he didn't want to deal with any more human interactions.

"Let's do some practice."

"Wh-what?" Brett's statement caught Liam by surprise, and he gave him a cautious look.

"Lacrosse practice. You wanna make captain, right? Then you'd better get better than what you can already do." Brett gave that annoying smirk. "Unless you've given up on that."

Liam scowled.

"You wish," he reorted, glaring determinedly. "Fine. Let's practice." He swept past Brett and headed back into the school, making his way through the halls to the locker room. As he walked down the hall, he was spotted by Mason.

"Hey!" Liam mentally winced, but have his friend a tight lipped smile.

"Heeey...," he replied, letting the word drawl out longer than it should've.

"You okay? Where are you going?" Mason asked. Liam didn't exactly know how to answer the first question; yeah, he was pkay, but, like... not OKAY okay. Every little thing seemed to be making him paranoid. He appreciated Mason's concern, though, so he forced a much kinder smile to try and reassure him.

"I'm fine. Just gonna get some practice in with Brett," Liam said, giving a thumbs up.

"Brett?" The corner of Mason's mouth twitched. "Totally hot, eight pack Brett?"

Liam rolled his eyes and gave Mason's shoulder a light punch. "Dude, you're dating Corey."

"Well, it's true-"

"Dunbar, you coming or not?" Liam and Mason both looked towards the end of the hall to see Brett there, arms crossed.

"Oh, don't be waiting on me, princess," Liam called back sarcastically. He rolled his eyes to Mason and added,"See ya later." Mason nodded, seemingly relieved that Liam was acting better than he had before. The two parted ways and Liam met up with Brett at the end, then, together, they made their way to the locker room.

When they got there, Liam headed to his locker, flung it open, and dropped his bag on the ground. He quickly stripped out of his shirt and, as he was pulling on his jersey, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Brett watching him. He felt his cheeks flush, and, feeling suddenly self conscious, he turned so his back faced Brett.

Once fully changed, Liam turned back to Brett and picked up his lacrosse stick, the determined look and feeling coming back. "Okay," was all he said. Brett raised a brow, and, with his always annoyingly signature smirk, he led the way out to the field, where Liam planned to beat Brett's ass and make him regret suggesting the practice session.

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A/N: This is gonna become the Briam fanfic no one asked for, but only for a while, I promise. Everything shall be revealed with time, if I don't give up on this.