Thiam - The War Is Over

Chapter 10

Liam awoke the next day, and memories of kicking Mason and Corey out immediately came back to him. He had basically yelled at them, saying rude things he'd much rather not repeat, but he still had the clear memory of their hurt expressions in his mind. He winced. Either he quickly apologized or he'd lose his (literally) only friends. He grabbed his phone off his desk and unlocked it, checking the time as he did; 10:14 am.

Shoot.

He was late for school.

In a panicked daze, Liam scrambled out of bed, tripping over his blanket that wrapped around his ankle, then pulled on what he hoped was clean clothes, then dashed out of his house. Lucky for him, his werewolf speed was able to get him to school in no time, but it didn't change the fact that, oh, I don't know, HE WAS 3+ HOURS LATE. He cursed under his breath; why hadn't Mason come by to wake him up like he usually would?! Oh, yeah. Because Liam had called him some rather nasty things that night. Liam paced around outside until he finally sucked it up - there was no point in sulking anymore - and entered the school, into the office area. He was greeted by an unhappy older woman who was probably forced to work the front desk; so much for a promotion, she looked she was thinking. Nonetheless, Liam forced a smile and approached the desk. "Um, hi." Wow. Lame. His voice was still croaky and he most likely looked like a mess, and adding the fact that he was panting to catch his breath, he definitely made it obvious that he was late and had made an unplanned jog this morning.

"What class?" the woman sighed. Her voice was as drab as her expression.

"Spanish." Liam shifted, feeling strange until he realized something. He had forgotten his backpack. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment even though he was the only one who probably noticed. He'd only taken his phone and rushed out without considering anything else except getting to school. Liam glanced around, expecting to receive strange looks, but didn't; thank God, too, or he had no idea how he'd explain. Hell, he was most likely the only one who even cared if he had his backpack or not. Then again, he's seen his share of people who brought nothing as well. Those people, however, were not the type of people he wanted to be like. He had to be prepared, ready at all times, if he was to prove himself a responsible leader that knows what he's doing.

He was handed a pass and he gave a quick thanks, then walked as fast as he could to the closest bathroom where he pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, hesitated, then tapped on Mason's name, trying to call him, but was taken to his voicemail after a few rings. Liam sighed and tried instead to text him, but even after waiting a few minutes, no reply came. He didn't blame Mason; either he was ignore him or he was in the middle of class and really shouldn't be on his phone. Liam looked down at his pass and, fortunately for him, the woman had forgotten to put the time she'd given it to him (or maybe she just didn't care enough to do so), so he was able to keep trying to text or call someone to bring him his things. He pressed his lips together as he tried to text Corey. He got the same thing: unread and no responses.

He let out a stressed sigh; it was hopeless. He continued to mindlessly scroll through his contacts until he found himself going back to one specific number that had no name, only the number of which he didn't recognize. He was tempted to call it, then decided it was best to do it some other time; he should just get to class instead. If he went without his things, he would hopefully be able to come up with an excuse on the spot. He checked the time once more, then breathed in. He was still in Spanish, and he swore, if he had to make up an excuse in Spanish, he would sound so freaking stupid considering his Spanish was seriously not that great. Like, at all.

Taking in another breath - he already knew he was exaggerating and trying to buy himself time; maybe he'd be able to wait long enough to skip the class - but he finally gave in to himself and exited the bathroom. Someone who was passing by in the hallway for whatever reason didn't so much as give him a small nod of greeting of which Liam returned the gesture as the two passed each other. Liam continued to begrudgingly make his way to his Spanish class until he stood only a foot or so away from the door. He hesitated, then stepped forward and slowly opened the door. He felt the embarrassment make his face turn hot as heads quickly turned to look at him. He pressed his lips together in a tight line as his teacher turned to him as well, a brow raised, questioning why he was barely coming in without any words necessary.