TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

↬ Not Me

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"SO, THE VERDICT? What are you going to do?" You questioned your best friend, Liam. A mischievous glint in your eye, a smirk written on your lips and intoxication running through your veins.

"Hm, truth," Liam chuckled, his head turning to face you. The two of you were currently lying on your double bed at two am, various empty bottles and cans of alcohol littering your room which you had stopped trying to hide an hour and a half into the night. Liam lying on his back, his arms propping his head up from behind, which also made his muscles look so fine from where you were sitting - not that you would ever tell him that, his ego was already big enough, you thought.

He was looking up at your ceiling, whilst you were lying on your stomach, your arms propping you up as you gazed down at your best friend of years, whom you may have completely and utterly fallen in love with over the past year and a half.

You pretended to think for a minute before speaking up with a cheeky grin, "who do you like?"

Liam scoffed playfully, taking one hand out from behind his head and nudged you lightly. "What are we, ten years old?"

You feigned shock; a gasp escaping past your lips as you shoved him back. "Excuse you, I tried my best. Now answer the question, Dunbar."

You noticed Liam's hesitancy; a zestful smirk presented itself back on your face. "Unless it's me," You flipped your hair over your shoulder and blew him a kiss, accompanied by a flirty but joking wink.

Liam suddenly became profoundly flustered, his eyes darting away from yours and filtered everywhere else except towards you. "Wha- No! No, it's not you." He choked out, his cheeks flushing at your teasing.

Your heart dropped at his statement, the feeling strange to you. You'd never felt like that before and it scared you. Disappointed crept up in you but deep down you knew anyway; it would never be you. You knew that Liam had always seen you two as strictly platonic and it hurt because you saw him as so much more than that.

You somehow managed to keep the same grin on your face the entire time, pushing down the unwanted feelings, you picked up your half empty can and chugged the rest of it so fast that even you were surprised.

"Who is it then?" You persisted, throwing the can over your shoulder and hearing it land somewhere behind you.

Liam's eyes widened considerably at your query and you sat there, painfully waiting for his response. He coughed lightly, his cheeks reddening once again and you raised your eyebrow in his direction. "Hayden," He mumbled, his eyes resting back on your ceiling.

You inevitably sucked in a sharp breath, your mouth agape at the name that tumbled from his lips. "My sister?" You croaked out; trying not to make it obvious that you were upset was difficult as you felt your eyes stinging but you adamantly pushed the tears back down. You wouldn't cry over something like this, and you definitely wouldn't cry about it in front of Liam.