MONSTERS (Teen Wolf Imagines)

Liam Dunbar (1)

You were sitting on the cold and hard bench, next to Mason. The two of you were there to support your best friends game. Liam might have been new to Beacon Hills, but as soon as the two of you got close, due to him being Scott's beta, you instantly clicked. Nothing could separate the two of you.

You leg was bouncing up and down as you fiddled with you fingers. Werewolves could smell your anxiety and humans, they could just see that you were nervous for today's game. Sitting next to Violet didn't sound ideal at all, and having your best friend playing with Garrett wasn't ideal either. Mason laid his hand on your shoulder, reassuring that everything would be fine. Although he attempted to help your nervousness, it didn't work. In the past 2 years, We killed Peter,Peter came back from the dead,Lydia was a 'human' sacrifice, Stiles was possessed, and there was a homicidal ninja turtle running around Beacon Hills. At this point you wouldn't be surprised if the Boogeyman was real.

"I know, I guess i'm afraid. Have you heard there were murders in town. A high school lacrosse game sounds like a perfect place to kill people." You told Mason with a breathy laugh.

"To get your mind off of this, hottie at your right!" Mason exclaims, staring at Brett.
"Honestly, he is pretty cute, but not my type. He's probably a man-whore." You reply causing Mason to laugh.

Liam walked up to the two of you with a huge smile on his face. Mason noticed him, and didn't warn you that Liam was there, so you were still staring at Brett in awe. Liam scoffs, getting your attention.
"You think he's hot,don't you?"

Your eyes go wide when you saw the boy there. You couldn't lie to him because he could hear your heart beat. "You reek." You state

Mason looks at you, confused. "I dont smell anything.". You elbow Mason, attempting to get him to shut up. Fortunately, he understood. You grab one of Liam's hands and drag him under the bleachers, not caring what others thought what was going on between the two of you.

"What's up with you, Liam? You reek of jealousy." You tell him, staring into his eyes. Liam stared at you in confusion. "You can smell my emotions?"
"Liam!"
"You didnt answer my question back there. You think Brett's hot, don't you?" Liam asks you
"Yes. I told Mason he was pretty cute, why does it matter?" You ask him

"Maybe Brett can take care of you. A boy with a anger disorder, isn't right for you." Liam says before turning his back on you. The dirty blonde was about to run off, when you grabbed his arm. You didn't let go of the grip on him as he continued to ignore your glares. "Liam, I said he was cute. I never said that he was my type."

Liam turns to look at you. The boy was confused as to what you were saying. His cheeks were tinted a bright shade of red, while his eyes were now glowing yellow. "Then what is your type?"

Instead of answering his question, you pressed your lips against his. Of course he still was overwhelmed, but he soon gave in. His lips moved in sync with yours for a few minutes when you heard Coach yelling for him.

"Does that answer your question?" You ask him
He had a cheeky grin on his face and he nodded his head. "Good luck out there. Don't get yourself killed!" You tell him

The both of you leave from under the bleachers, and as you walked to the field, many people started at the two of it. It wouldn't surprise them if the two of you just hooked up. It didn't help as the two of you had red cheeks and your hair was messed up. You nod your head at Liam before sitting next to Mason and Violet.

"Please tell me you guys didnt..." Mason pleads. You elbow him before shaking your head.
"No."
"Okay. Just making sure!"
"Disgusting." You muttered