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Chapter One

Rare times were when Liam felt pathetic.

Ah, no. Liam felt pathetic most of time, but the situation in which he was right now made him realize just how much pathetic he was.

Liam Dunbar, sophomore student at Beacon Hills and recently single, was third wheeling his best friend Mason Hewitt and his new boyfriend Corey Bryant. The two were exchanging fond and shy glances, and Liam was certain they were secretly holding hands under the table.

And thus Liam did what he should have done an hour ago.

Liam cleared his throat, attracting the attention of the lovebirds.

"I just remembered that Scott asked me to meet him after lunch." He said as he got up to grab his bag. "Said it was important."

Mason, who had obviously understood his act, nodded with a small smile, "Alright man."

"See you in practice." Corey waved.

"Later."

The blue eyed teen let out a sigh, and then watched from the corner of his eyes as Mason and Corey were back at eye-fucking each other.

'Life sucks.' He thought, running a hand through his messy hair.

Don't get him wrong, Liam was neither envious of his best friend, nor irritated. Liam simply did not enjoy third wheeling.

Mason and Liam were bestfriends ever since he could remember. They were friends, brothers, two people who cared and stood for each other, and like Stiles liked to joke –two halves of a whole idiot.

Mason got acquainted to his longtime crush few months ago, and the two quickly hit it off and started dating. Corey was a good guy who made his bestfriend happy; Liam liked him a lot.

Unfortunately, Liam was not as lucky as Mason when it came to his love life. The teen had gone through a rough separation nearly two months ago; his girlfriend –sorry, ex-girlfriend, Hayden broke up with him before moving out of town.

Liam had known Hayden for several years, they had started off the wrong foot, but got the hatched buried last year and opted to get on with the sexual tension. Hayden was his first girlfriend; she was anything but the gentle and shy girl –heck, her punch could beat the monsters in common fairytales. And Liam loved her deeply, immensely.

Hayden was his everything, probably still is as he wasn't yet over her.

It came out of nowhere, one day they were making out, the next she was moving away. In spite of the shocking news and the distance, Liam was ready to make their relationship work, but Hayden called it quits.

And his world fell apart.

It took him several weeks to walk on his feet again; Mason, Scott, Stiles –everyone reached out to him and helped him through that hardship. It still hurt to think about it, to remember her, to know that they were no more, to grasp that their promises were purple delusions.

It truly hurt.

"People sleep at 'Good night baby, I love you', and I sleep at the sound of cats doing the deed." He sighed as he stood in front of the vending machine. Catching feeling right now was out of question, so Liam decided to eat snickers because he isn't himself when he's hungry.

His eyes travelled to the snickers section and glitter when he noticed there was one chocolate bar left. Liam hurriedly took coins out of his jeans pocket and tucked them in the vending machine, pressing on the required number.

There it was, his snack advancing toward him in all its glory, but suddenly, the unwanted happened.

The chocolate bar stopped moving.

It blocked. The fucking machine that ate his change stopped and refused to hand him the snack. Liam shook the machine for few seconds then started banging his fists against the glass box. "This is bullshit!"

Why was the world going against him? All he had wanted was the last Snickers bar in the entire school. One frigging chocolate bar!

"I paid for it fair and square, so give it to me!" he exclaimed, kicking the bottom of the machine. He unleashed few more smacks and kicks, but the old rust bucket didn't bulge.

"You're going to wreck it if you keep hitting it like that." A voice called out from behind him. Liam froze for few seconds, afraid it was a teacher catching him in a moment of pure rage.

However, when he turned his head to face his interlocutor, Theo Raeken was the last person he thought would be standing there.

Messy brown hair, sharp hazel eyes, cocky smile, and black leather jacket. Need to say more? Theo heartthrob-of-Beacon-Hills-High Raeken. Liam knew who Theo was and was pretty sure Theo knew him as well, but for some odd reasons, the two had never truly spoke to each other.

Liam grimaced, letting out an angry hum. "That's exactly what it deserves for eating away my money and my snack." And then inched closer to the machine and started at it hard, "I want a refund."

The sophomore student heard a laugh from behind, making him grimace harder.

"If you were a little bit smarter, you'd get your snack without physical efforts." Theo said, a smirk plastered on his face.

At that moment Liam forgot all what his mother taught him on politeness and shit. He did not care if Theo was Corey's best friend, he did not care if he would be given detention, Liam was willing to break his nose right on the spot.

With eyes full of rage and fisted hands, he watched as Theo got closer and bent down next to the vending machine. The senior year student started to flip his hands in weird motions and magically, the snickers bar fell into the retrieval.

"The trick is to get your hands under the flap at the retrieval, push it up, and let it snap back quickly. Repeating this motion a few times can sometimes create enough air to help your snack fall out of place when shaking the machine doesn't work." Theo explained, with the Snickers bar in his hand.

Liam stood dumbfounded, looking at the snack Theo was now handing him. He reluctantly accepted his chocolate bar, too amazed to even say anything and before he could even retort a simple 'thank you', Theo disappeared from his sight.

Afternoon classes were tiring; seriously who even decided there should be school in the afternoon? Or in the morning? Who the heck created that system?

To top it, Liam had two consecutive hours of physics. Shit went down, and his brain was a wreaked mess.

Lacrosse was the only remedy.

"Dunbar, Bryant, if you don't bring your asses right away you will do a hundred push-ups!" Coach Finstock cried out from the field and the two teens who were left alone changing in the locker room flinched.

Liam quickly grabbed his lacrosse shirt and threw his casual one at Corey, "Dude put it in the locker for me." And ran outside, leaving behind him a complaining Corey. Hopefully for both of them, Finstock overlooked their lateness and let them off the hook.

Practice was efficient, it always helped him in getting rid of his stress and positive thoughts. For Liam, lacrosse was therapeutic.

Coach Bobby Finstock tortured them that afternoon as they were soon having a match against the Devenford Prep. He wondered when he would be seeing his friend Brett; it had been a while since they last met and Liam made a mental note to text him when he got home.

Liam enjoyed his sweaty and tiring practice in the presence of his friends; Mason was also there, sitting on the benches and cheering for his blushing boyfriend. It was a Tuesday afternoon and everyone was eager to go home, so as soon as the coach called it a day, all the players scattered on the field. He watched as the crowded field became empty and sighed in satisfaction.

For the few past weeks, Liam had made it a habit to stay past practice hours to play a little on his own. It was a good way to get his thoughts straight and cool his head.

Liam practiced alone for God knows how many hours and when the sun finally decided to set, the teen set off to change and go home. When entering the locker room, Liam was ready to face any sight given to him, but under no circumstances he would have thought to face a topless Theo. Wait, were those six packs?

Theo was facing him, his eyebrows shot upward; he obviously wasn't expecting to be found there. Liam stood, not quite sure of what to do –his eyes, on the other hand, knew exactly where to look.

"Hi…?" Liam said, unsure as he slowly approached his own locker.

"Hey," Theo responded, and continued as he understood the younger boy's thoughts, "I messed up my shirt, so I came to borrow one of Corey's to go home."

True, the teen was standing by his best friend locker. If that was the case, then Liam had no say in the matter.

"He knows. I do it frequently." The eldest added, shrugging.

Liam nodded slowly, taking a towel from the locker. "Well, um… I'm going to shower then." And crept away from the other teen without waiting for a response.

When he was standing by the frame of the shower cabin Liam called, "By the way, thanks for earlier."

And Liam was sure he was momentarily blinded by the bright smile he was given. He closed the cabin door and waited until he heard Theo exiting the locker room to shower. Liam wasn't sure if he needed a hot shower or a cold one, 'cause man! He wasn't going to deny, that was one hell of a body. The teen quickly opted for a warm and quick shower –he wasn't keen on getting sick. He exited the shower cabin and walked to his locker; however when Liam flipped through his things, his shirt was nowhere to be found. He looked around him, but it was neither on the floor neither on the bench. And then it hit him.

Liam had thrown his shirt to Corey.

He opened the locker of his teammate, but he was met with one of Corey's shirts only.

'I came to borrow one of Corey's to go home.'

"Oh, fuck." Liam facepalmed, groaning profoundly.

Closing the door of his room behind him, Theo was met with the sight of Corey lying on his bed, reading a book.

"Welcome home." Corey said with a smile. Theo put his back bag on the ground and went to join him on the bed.

"Hey." He muttered, closing his eyes and ready to drift asleep. It was seven pm; he had time to sleep for at least an hour before his mother called them both for dinner.

The two best friends were used to hang out in each other's houses –even in the absence of one of them. However, it was Corey who came to his house most of time; Theo disliked the younger's parents and did not like to be around them.

"Hey, Theo," Corey started carefully and the other teen let out a tired hum, "From where did you get this shirt?"

Theo groaned, he was tired and not really in the mood to have a conversation right now; moreover, Corey never complained when Theo wore his clothes –Corey was the one who suggested it anyway.

"From your club locker obviously."

When he thought his best friend was ready to shut up, Corey spoke once more.

"You know, this shirt isn't mine. It's Liam's."

A/N:

Did I use the title of Toni Jordan's novel for this fic? Yes, I did. (Too lazy to think of one, and I recently read that novel, so I was like: why not? -don't worry this story is 100% of my making, I just borrowed the title)

Did I make a Snickers joke? Yes, I did. Bonus: I was eating one while writing that scene.

So this first messy chapter introduces some of the characters and a little bit of the plot. I know where this story is going, I have a lot planned for it, but i opted to write short chapters so that I can update frequently -next chapters are waaaaaay better, pinky promise!

I legit was listening to Bad Things by Jace Everett while writing. *When Liam saw a shirtless Theo, the air went out~*

Thank you in advance to everyone who will read this story!

The Thiam fandom is the best, shoutout to the #Thiam_family