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Liam watched Scott get attacked by a… well, he wouldn’t call it an alpha. He didn’t know what it was. It was some dude with freakishly long claws, talons almost. But then another werewolf jumped down from the balcony from over the ditch like canopy.
“I guess you wouldn’t recognize me, eight years is a long time.” The werewolf said, directing his gaze towards Scott and Stiles.
They knew this dude? Well, shit.
Liam looked between them all. His eyes landed on the boy again, taking in his appearance. He had dirty blond hair, sticking straight up. He most likely had gel in it. He looked over the boy’s body, looking at his clothing choices. The man had style, he couldn’t deny that. The boy looked over at him with a small smirk, and Liam looked away. Fuck.
“Theo?” Scott asked.
Theo.
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Liam went home into the early hours of the morning. He didn’t know what to make of Theo. Was Theo a threat? Was Theo a good guy? Did Scott and Stiles trust him? Had he done anything bad in the time that they had known him? So many questions. He couldn’t go back to sleep anyways, too shaken up from the nights events. Who was that guy that attacked Scott? What did he want? And why the fuck were his claws glowing? That wasn’t normal within lycanthropy, at least not that he knew of. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. He couldn’t afford to do that to himself. He had his first day tomorrow, and he didn’t want his teachers to think he was a slacker of any kind.
He sighed softly, and shut off his lamp.
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Liam had met up with Scott, Stiles, Malia, Kira, and Mason. They were discussing Theo.
Theo. Theo. Theo.
Liam, Scott and Stiles walked to the front of the school, watching the boy get out of the car and wave to them.
Liam made direct eye contact, and watched Theo’s smile turn into a smirk.
Liam scowled. There had to be something off about this guy. His wolf was confused. Flattered, but confused. He had never felt like this before. He shook his head and turned to Scott.
“Hey, I gotta get going, Mase and I have chemistry.” Scott nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, bidding him a farewell.
Liam grabbed Mason’s wrist, and dragged them both to chemistry. He couldn’t think about the boy with the green eyes. He just couldn’t. His wolf however, disagreed. He shushed it, sitting down with Mason.
He sighed softly, and slumped into his seat.
Today was going to be a long day.
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They had finally, finally, reached lunch. Liam was so fucking hungry it wasn’t a joke. He grabbed a thing of nachos from the stand, and moved down the line, grabbing himself a water, and a fruit. He walked over to the usual table, and found Theo sitting there, immersed in a conversation with Scott.
He couldn’t care less at this time. He sat down across from the two, and began to stuff his face. The food was disgusting, but his stomach felt so much better. He looked up when he noticed the table had gone silent. Scott was shaking his head with a fond smile, Mason was just staring at him, eyes bugged out, and Stiles was cracking up. He shrugged, swallowed, and wiped his mouth.
He grabbed his water, and took a sip. He was about to take another when he heard Theo mutter under his breath.
“Wonder what else you could stuff in your mouth.” Liam promptly choked. It seemed that no one else had heard him.
Liam gave him his best resting bitch face, and wiped his mouth again. Theo had been here for one day and was already hitting on people. Liam finished his food in record time, and stood up to throw his trash away. He felt multiple pairs of eyes on him. He tossed the trash into the bin and looked around. He found Theo, because why the hell wouldn’t he be looking, the flirt. Then he found a girl named Hannah, a guy named Tom, and a few of the freshman looking at him. He pulled his jacket tighter around his middle, and ducked his head. He sat back down, and began conversation with Stiles.
“Can you give me a ride home?” He asked. Stiles nodded, and put an arm around him.
“Can we make a stop though? I need to get something to mail to Derek.” Ah, Derek. Stiles’ boyfriend, or, something. He assumed they were boyfriends, but Stiles had never put an official label on it after Mexico.
“Yeah, sure. I needed to stop by the store anyways.” Liam started playing with the string on his jacket, listening to the conversations around him.
He hadn’t realized the bell had rung until everyone had gotten up. He shook his head a little. The meds were acting up again, making him unfocused. He panicked a little. He had just refilled his prescription, he didn’t want to have to get a higher dosage of it. He noticed Mason staring at him, an expression akin to pity. Liam just shrugged and walked to his last class of the day.
“You okay, man?” Mason asked, linking their arms.
“Yeah, just my medicine. Making me feel weird.” Liam had never liked talking about it, even though him an Mason were close. It just made him feel uncomfortable.
“Do you need a new prescription?” Liam shook his head no. He didn’t want one, not now.
Liam thought it over though. The bite was supposedly supposed to take issues away, make you perfect. He felt far from. He had IED for crying out loud. The meds were the only thing that kept him at bay. He felt like a freak for needing them, for even having the disorder. Mason used to assure him that he was just fine the way he was, that he had nothing to be insecure about. He didn’t feel like that though. He felt… ashamed. He wasn’t going to be someone people wanted, someone people wanted to be around.
He hadn’t even noticed that he was about to walk into someone until he felt like he ran into a wall of bricks. He blinked rapidly, and looked up at the wall, only to find Scott and Theo. Liam blinked again, and looked at Theo’s arm that he had run into.
Theo smirked at him, the dick.
“Watch where you’re going, sweetheart.” Liam rolled his eyes, and pulled the jacket tighter around himself. He ducked his head, and kept walking with Mason. He heard Theo chuckling.
Damn, the bastard.
Just one more class and then the store.
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Liam groaned after exiting his last class of the day. He hated math. It made his brain hurt, and made his braincells die faster. He jogged down the steps, then walked through the ditch like canopy. He saw Stiles standing against his jeep, on the phone. He inched closer, and listened in.
“Der, I told you… You need to focus on you. I can’t be a distraction.” Ah, Derek Hale. Again.
“Derek--,” Stiles sighed. “Okay, I love you, too. Bye.” He made himself more visible after Stiles had hung up, and Stiles waved him over.
“Which store are we going to?” Stiles got in and answered.
“I need to go by J.C. Penney’s, and then I was gonna stop and get a blizzard from Dairy Queen.” Liam nodded, and buckled his seat belt.
They both rode in silence for about ten minutes when Liam finally broke the silence.
“There’s something off about that Theo guy. I don’t know what, but there is.” Stiles let out a breath, it sounded like a breath of relief.
“I have been trying to find a way to say it but I couldn’t. I’m so glad that I’m not the only one.” Stiles then proceeded to tell Liam why he found Theo suspicious.
Liam just nodded along, taking in everything he was saying.
They arrived at the store just as Stiles was finishing his speech, and they both got out. They walked side by side, hands in their pockets. Stiles went off in one direction while Liam went off in another. Liam perused the jeans section, looking over the options with the rips in them. He wanted to spice up his style a little, and he knew he wouldn’t look too bad with minimal rips. He grabbed a pair in his size, the rips sitting above the left knee, and under a pocket. He threw it over his forearm, heading to the t-shirt section. He raked through some of the sweaters to go with the jeans, settling on one with a faded Harvard logo on it. He imagined himself in the outfit, and how he would look. Maybe he’d get some romantic attention, but he doubts it.
Liam makes his way over to the side of the store that Stiles is on. He found him holding a gray sweater that had thumb holes. Did Derek like thumb holes? He went and tapped Stiles on the shoulder, and Stiles startled. He held his hands up in surrender.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I was going to go check out and then wait in the car.” Stiles nodded and handed him the keys.
Liam checked out, and went out to the jeep. He sat in it, and played on his phone until he heard a loud truck pull up next to the car. He was immediately tense, grabbing the mini pocket knife he kept with him. He looked over and made eye contact with, guess who.
Theo.
He groaned and looked back at his phone, waiting for him to walk away. He had only known him for a day, and the dude was already everywhere. He wanted him away. He heard a knock on the window, and turned his best glare towards Theo. Theo. Wearing that stupid fucking smirk. He rolled the window down.
“What do you want?” He asked, wanting to pull out of the parking lot.
“Just wanted to see how you were doing. You seemed pretty annoyed at school today.” Liam rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, cause of you.” Theo chuckled, and Liam should not have found that attractive.
“Well, I’m sorry to inconvenience you, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior tomorrow.” Damn, and he was a shameless flirt? What the fuck.
Liam looked over fully which was a bad idea. He got lost looking at Theo. Theo was the enemy, not someone to shack up with.
Theo winked and blew a kiss at him, walking away. Liam groaned and hid his face.
Enemy, Liam. Enemy.
He was so fucked.
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Stiles had eventually come out and driven him home. Liam threw his new clothes with his dirty clothes into the washer, and then organized his room. His mom had obviously been through here, his books were out of place and his bed had been messed up. He then made his bed the way he wanted, and laid down on top, kicking his shoes off to the side.
He sighed softly, and closed his eyes.
He dreamt of charming smirks and green eyes.