{7} Affection & Distraction

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Rylinn's POV

"Okay, you calm yet?"

Stiles asks as he and Scott shove Liam under the cold shower. Liam then roars in response causing them to shove him back in thrashing around.

"Okay! Okay!" Liam says sliding down the wall.

I slide down next to him and lay my head on his shoulder while also trying to hide my bloody hand. Although it won't do much in my case.

"That car you smashed. I thought you said that was your teacher's."

"He was also my Coach. He benched me for the entire season."

"What did you do?"

"I got a couple of red cards."

"Just a couple?" Stiles says as I glare at him.

"You gotta be honest with us. What else happened?"

"Nothing. I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."

"What did they call it?" I ask looking into his ocean blue eyes.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Liam says looking down to his hands avoiding eye contact from either one of us.

"I.E.D? You're literally an I.E.D? That's great. That's great. You gave powers to a walking time bomb."

"Stiles, shut up!" I say fed up with his comments.

"Did they give you anything for it?"

"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic."

"Oh, this just gets better."

"But I don't take it."

"Obviously."

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired."

"Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell Coach your leg is still hurting."

"No, no! I can do this." Liam says jumping up making me jump up as well.

"Especially if you're there, and Rylinn." Liam says looking over at Scott then lingering his gaze on me.

Man I swear to god every time I'm around Liam I happen to blush. It's kinda driving me mad what this guy does to me sometimes.

"But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

"Who's Demarco?" Liam asks.

"The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded. Remember?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco."

"Liam? What, you know something?"

"I don't know who ordered the keg. But I know who paid for it."

"Garrett"

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"I don't care if he's a foot taller than me. I think I can take him." Liam says glaring at Brett.

"Yeah." Mason says lost in his own world meanwhile I'm giving Brett a look that would kill.

Honestly if looks could kill Brett would've been six feet under since what happened earlier today.

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