This is a Liam× reader story.
Beacon Hills was an abnormal place with a non hunter human population count of only Stiles Stilinski, kind of like how Mystic Falls is a supernatural location with the only exception of Matt Donovan.
What will happen...
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We took our seats at the pizza place and ordered our pizzas.
"Y/N, how did Theo save you? We thought you were dead." Scott asked.
"I wasn't dead. It takes more than a giant metal kebob stick to kill me. I decided just to explore down there. Except, that's a lie, I was just unconscious down there, then Theo found me."
Stiles looked very suspicious.
"Excuse me," I said and got up to go to the bathroom. I looked pointedly at Theo. He obviously understood, because moments later he got up as well.
"I'm going to tell you about the real course of events." He nodded.
"You are aware that we are in the girl's bathroom," Theo mentioned.
"Oh, stop being such a prissy Raeken." He rolled his eyes. I sighed and continued talking. "Hayden let go."
"What?" He asked.
"Hayden could have held me, but she let go,"
"I figured it was something that made her look really bad because she was terrified when you returned. So when are you going to tell everyone?"
"Not yet," I told him. I was going to leave when he grabbed my wrist.
"You know that your pain is obvious every time you look at Liam," I looked at him.
"How do I hide it?" I asked.
"I don't know,"
"It's Malia isn't it?" I asked, smirking.
"What? No!" I rolled my eyes at him. "Anyways, she likes Scott,"
I hugged him.
"In a perfect world-" I started, but Theo cut me off.
"Please don't say 'in a perfect world she would like you'." I laughed at his attempt to finish my sentence.
"No. I was going to say, in a perfect world we would not exist," I said, making Theo chuckle.
"How about this, since Liam didn't ask you, we should go to Homecoming together," I smiled sadly at him.
"Theo, you know that any girl in the school would want to go to Homecoming with you. All you have to do is take your shirt off and you're golden." I told him. This made him laugh.
"Okay." He said reaching for the hem of his shirt.
"No! Do not take your shirt off,"
"Will you go to homecoming with me then "nick/name?" He asked.
"I hate that name so much!" I complained.
"I know, that's why I said it," He said blatantly.
"Fine, but call me n/n again and you won't live to see homecoming." He laughed and nodded.
