rogue wolf [teen wolf]

Chapter 19 - Brett the Dick

"Where exactly are we?" I ask as I get off my motorbike and join Liam and Mason, as they walk towards a field.

"Satomi is the alpha Kira was talking about, she's one of the oldest werewolves. One of her betas goes to school here, so we're going to ask him about Tracy." Liam explains.

"We're at Devenford Prep, who is it?" Mason asks.

"It's Brett." Liam huffs in annoyance, causing Mason's eyes widen.

"Who the hell is Brett?" I ask, right as we walk through the bleachers and onto the side of the pitch.

"That's Brett," Mason says in amusement.

I turn to where Mason is looking and raise my eyebrows, "the hot, topless one?"

"Yep," Mason smirks.

Liam growls quietly, Mason doesn't hear but I do. I lean towards him, nuzzling into his neck and whisper, "not as hot as you," I laugh, giddily, the sudden confidence surprising me.

He calms down almost immediately, a proud, cocky smirk settling on his face.

"This just gets better and better," Mason says dreamily staring at the topless beta.

I laugh before we take a seat on the bleachers waiting for their practice to end.

"You've got to teach me how to play lacrosse, Liam," I say watching the practice, trying to understand the rules.

"Sure, maybe you'll end up joining the team like Kira did," he shrugs.

"I'm sure I'll learn quickly with such a great coach." I cheekily reply.

"I'm sure you will." He smiles, "how about, the next time we aren't trying not to get killed, chasing down killers or following people into the woods, I'll teach you a bit."

"Sounds like a plan. What about this Saturday?" I ask, "you know, as long as none of that other stuff is happening."

"It's a date," He chirps, his smile quickly faltering and he lowers his head, "I mean not like a date-date but-"

"It's a date," a confirm, cutting off his nervous ramblings.  He looks up at me and smiles shyly.

"So what's the deal with you and Brett?" I ask.

"What's the deal with you and Theo?" He fires back.

I gulp by hide it with a smirk, "Touché."

"Hey guys, Brett's finished." Mason carelessly taps me on the shoulder, eyes still fixated on Brett.

"Yo, Brett!" I shout, standing up, as he begins walking towards the other side of the pitch.

He picks up a gym bag and looks at me with confusion, before noticing Liam and Mason beside me and walking over.

"Who's this chick?" He asks, placing his gym bag into the bleachers.

"Well, Brett the dick, I'm Alexa," I reply snarkily, deciding that if Liam has a problem with him, he can't be good news or at least won't be nice.

He rolls his eyes at me, "this your girlfriend, Dunbar?"

"Uh-" Liam stammers.

"Yeah, I'm the girlfriend," I say entwining my hand in Liam's, and looking at him with a fake sweet smile, trying not to laugh at his confused face.

Brett looks to Liam for confirmation, and he sends him a nod.

"Figures." He shrugs, "so I'm guess you need something..?"