Teen Wolf Preferences

30# How You Met -Liam-

LIAM

“Okay, listen up!” the Coach hollered at the Beacon Hills lacrosse team.

The chatter between the teammates became silent as Coach continued his announcement. You sat on the bench tying your shoes tightly onto your feet. A few guys on the team, made quick glances over your way, poking their friends to take a look.

“Greenburg! Stop being a pervert and staring at [Y/N]!” Coach hollered, blowing an ear-splitting shriek from his whistle.

That seemed to satisfy him as the teenagers covered their ears with their palms, a disgusted look on their faces.

“As I was saying, [Y/N] here has just transferred from an all girl’s school Grace Academy and she wanted to join our lacrosse team. Since Yukimura has been away I thought she would be a perfect replacement. But, she first has to pass tryouts. Places!” Coach commanded, the players running onto the lush green field, filing into a straight line off to the side.

You stood from the bench, your palms sweaty and your eyes determined and focused as you grabbed your pink lacrosse stick and made your way onto the center of the field.

“Dunbar! You’re in goal!” Coach called as you grabbed one of the balls in front of you and prepared yourself.

Back at the academy you had faced off against girls doing the exact same drill, only girls. Your aimed your first shot and threw it, only having it to be caught by ‘Dunbar’. You growled, your abnormally sharp teeth poking harshly at your tongue. The boy, smirked widening his stance and preparing for another ball.

You gripped the stick tightly and pitched the second ball, having it fly straight past him and into the goal. The team cheered as sly remarks and laughter flew towards Dunbar. Every ball after that seemed to find it’s way into the goal, each time you grew more confident as the boy gripped his stick harder and harder.

“Well it’s official, [Y/L/N] has earned her spot on the team. Welcome to the team!” the Coach roared giving you a rough slap on the back.

You winced, your claws slowly creeping out of your fingernails. Quickly, you drop your lacrosse stick and dart into the boy’s locker room, pressing your back to the titled walls of the showers. You needed control over your werewolf powers, you were newly turned, bitten in New York.

Footsteps approached you as you struggled to turn around. No one could see you transform, you would expose the existence of supernatural creatures here in Beacon Hills. Suddenly, water sprayed down onto you, soaking through your clothes and onto your bare skin.

The transformation stopped, leaving you shivering and wet as you looked up at your savior, ‘Dunbar’ as the Coach called him. He stood over you a towel in hand and a smirk lite up on his handsome face.

“Well, [Y/N]. I have a friend who can teach you to control that minor problem. I’m Liam and you should probably come with me,” he grinned offering his hand to you.