[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
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THIS, AS MASON was mentally tallying from beside you, was the third time Liam was having to hold you back from biting someone's head off. It started ever since you had unwillingly trudged through the doors with your boyfriend by your side, and under the abrasive scrutiny of seemingly every person you passed by - and was only getting worse.
"Hey!" You had snapped bitterly at the group of gawking students loitering by their lockers opposite yours and muttering to one another, most likely about the rumoured events that happened a few nights prior, thinking they were being discrete as they nodded and pointed in the direction of your friends and you.
Liam's hands expeditiously grasped your upper arms from behind and pulled your struggling figure against his chest, just like he'd practised twice before in the short span of fifteen minutes, to prevent you from marching across the corridor and unleashing the fire you usually kept locked away. The callow and crude pupils snickered as if it was hilarious that they knew the boy they nastily whispered about could hear everything they were saying, and you couldn't help but seethe, "You got something you want to say?!"
"(Y/N), babe, stop," Liam muttered softly against the shell of your ear, trying to diffuse your anger, but as much as that usually worked against the explosive ball of feistiness that you held deep within yourself, this time your harsh glare refused to relent - especially when they were talking bad about your boyfriend, whom they knew nothing about.
You knew you should've probably controlled your bursts of anger better, notably much more due to the fact that you shouldn't have been bringing more attention to any of you since the most recent occurrences. But you really couldn't help it - there these people were, acting completely counterfeit and utterly unfair towards a boy who just wanted to save his friends. Not only that, but had risked his life on so many occasions to save the lives of the same people who now spitefully spewed malicious comments about him as he walked past them in the hallways. It was unkind, and cruel, and it made you so god damn angry.
"No, Liam! If they have something to say, then fucking say it!"
The boy took a step forward, the glint in his green eyes threatening. You couldn't help but scoff, your eyes raking from his over-gelled hair to his (ugly) branded, sports shoes in disgust. You watched him open his mouth, assumably to spit words that would just set your vexation and rage spiralling even further out of control. Then, the sound of the bell ringing and teachers slamming open their classroom doors to welcome students upon entrance sounded throughout the tension-drowning halls, and the boy's lips fell closed.
The chuckle slipping from the tip of his tongue brought the resented roll of your glaring eyes about as they then watched him stalk away in the opposite direction, headed to his next class. Liam's hand squeezed your arms gently, asking the wordless question, and you had to take a deep breath to calm and dissipate your sparking temper before turning slowly in his grasp.
