all over again → a liam dunbar love story

first meeting.

Liam

Sophomore year had come around sooner than anyone could've imagined. Though it was quite a relief that in the time that had passed, the worry of the Benefactor had come to a halt. The former threat was no longer in the running to hurt the Pack. Of course, it wasn't the end of the never-ending battle that the rest of them faced, but the start of a new trouble hadn't pricked their bubble of relief just yet. And they weren't seeking it any time soon.

Liam Dunbar, Beta werewolf to Scott McCall, was now in 10th grade. The others now in their Senior year-- a stress of their own that he felt happy not to be indulged in. They had college applications, SATs, and whatnot to worry about. Him? Well, he wasn't stressing over anything. He had already begun another year at Beacon Hills High. And he wasn't alone, he had his friends and pack. That's all he needed as he made his way to his locker.

Sounds of chatter and whispers were humming through his ear. It wasn't any new occurrence for him. His heightened senses came as a perk with being a shapeshifter, even if they had been tough to get used to in the beginning. Now he felt a little confident at keeping it all under control.

Small smiles and waves greeted him as he passed through some of his peers. With a grin of his own, he waved back. When he saw his best friend, Mason, he bumped shoulders with the slightly taller African-American teen. Despite the few extra inches he, Liam, had grown, he still hadn't caught up with his companion.

"Hey man!" Mason smirked. He must've been checking out someone because his eyes weren't even on Liam. In fact, they saw right past him.

Following his gaze, he saw a creamy-skinned fellow Sophomore from across the lockers, a few rows down to the left of his. Evidently, he was giving Mason the eye also. "Well, should I leave you to your eye sex or what?" He asked. His question gone unnoticed.

"What?"

The bell had rung right then, so he waved him off. "Ah, nothin'. Let's just get to class. Maybe you'll see your friend there," Liam snickered. Adjusting the weight of his backpack, he had already begun his trek toward his first period Math class.

Mason followed after, muttering a 'you know it' before they sat down in Mr. Warren's classroom.  It was the usual blab about syllabi and expectations. Until he heard a school's secretary talking to someone in the already empty hallway about the school.

New student?  Liam thought, slightly intrigued. After all, new students were usually attention grabbing- what with how troublesome they usually were. Just look at him.

He wasn't sure what was entirely off until he actually focused on whoever the official was talking to. From the sound of her voice, she sounded like a girl. But aside from that, her heartbeat remained slightly steady for someone new. An uncommon attribute for literally anyone in a new setting.

That was something that made him wonder if she was worthy keeping note of, but from the countless warnings from Stiles, he decided he should if she were in his grade.

As if by chance, she was. She was even in his first period Math class as well.

The moment the new girl walked in, Liam noticed she was biting her lip. Studying her with a slight tilt of his head, he noted that she was actually pretty cute - tan features with slightly pink lips, dark brown almond-shaped eyes and shoulder-length dark wavy hair, and a round-shaped face. She was probably average height, and she wore a simple dark blue V-neck, black skinny jeans, and white Converse.

He wanted to known her name, and listened hard for it. There was just something about her that he felt drawn to. Her looks, maybe that steady heart of hers. All he knew was he wanted her name.

Thankfully, Mr. Warren asked and introduced her, "Well, class. This is Carter Young." The salt and pepper-haired man added directly toward her to "find a seat wherever you like."

Liam hadn't meant to stare, he tried not to so Mason wouldn't have any shit to give him about it. But his best friend caught on, smirking at him from a seat and a row away from him. "There's a seat open right here," He advised as she passed by, looking for an open desk. His confidence hiding the mischief behind it.

Liam wanted to groan and thank him as she murmured a 'thank you' and sat down next to him. But here's the thing: He sucked at talking to girls. As confident as he was on the lacrosse field, that ability didn't follow him anywhere else. So he kept his trap shut (and tried not to stare as much from his peripheral.)

About the third time around, he noticed Mason chatting her up. ("Hey, so I'm Mason. Nice to meetcha." "Well, you already know I'm Carter. And you too." "Need any help getting to your classes?" "Oh, um. Yeah, actually. Ms. Lee only wanted to show me to my first period; figured I'd get help here." "You're in luck then. What's your next class?" "U.S. History with Mr. Yukimura." "Really? My buddy, Liam over there has him next. He could show you around." "You sure? I don't wanna be an inconvenience." "Nah, you wouldn't. Right Li?")

That was when Liam glanced in their direction with momentarily raised eyebrows. "Oh, uh. Yeah. You wouldn't bother me." He reassured Carter. She smiled at him thankfully, and he returned it.

When the bell rang, everyone began to leave. Mr. Warren asked Carter if she was set to get to her next and she nodded. Mason grinned behind her, winking as he strode off to his P.E. class. Carter then turned to Liam, she raised an eyebrow. "So, I don't think we properly introduced ourselves."

"Right. Hi, M'name's Liam Dunbar." He said, sticking his hand out to shake her hand. His words slightly slurred together at how anxious he felt on the inside.

She reciprocated the gesture, and replied with a grin, "Well, if you haven't heard for the hundredth time today; I'm Carter Young. Nice to meetcha, Liam."