Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf nor it's beautiful characters! (sadly)
Author's Note: HI HEY HELLO I'VE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ABOUT THIS FOR A LONG TIME NOW SO HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER YAY!
I fell in love with Liam and then Hayden separately ever since they were first introduced and then BAM they became a thing and they are literally the cutest couple ever and so I thought it would be fun to write about how the pair pretty much met, AKA the whole 6th-grade nose-breaking thing.
Oh, this chapter is written through Hayden's POV and the next will be in Liam's, if all goes according to plan haha.
Please enjoy x
Hayden Romero was in an exceptionally good mood. Her day had been considerably good so far and was already half-over, which didn't happen often. Usually, her days were what she liked to call 'Eh Days', meaning they were half good, half bad. But an actual full 'Good Day'?
This was her first in months.
She stood alone in the girls' locker room. It was late Friday afternoon and she'd just finished her soccer practice—a really good one, she might add. While the rest of her teammates had drifted off to the showers, her coach had held her back. She had praised her on her performance earlier on the field, where they had done shooting drills, which made Hayden ecstatic. She loved soccer to death, and getting told she was good at it was basically the best feeling in the world.
She pulled a clean cotton top out from her sports bag, which sat open on a bench, blue and small and practical-looking. She shook her turquoise T-shirt out from its slightly crumpled state and quickly tugged it on over her body, smoothening out its creases over her jeans.
Then, gathering her dripping wet hair into a fist, she began the somewhat unpleasant procedure of drying out the tangles with her towel. When she figured it was the best she could do without the aid of a hairdryer, she dragged her hairbrush through her limp, damp locks and patted a few stray strands into place. Then everything was shoved back into the bag and she was ready to leave. She closed her locker and scooped up belongings.
As Hayden made her way out towards the exit, her hand automatically reached into her jeans pocket, where her earphones were safely tucked. She plugged it into her phone, selected a song and turned up the volume until the approaching sounds of slamming lockers and noisy kids were completely drowned out. They were instead replaced by excellent guitar rifts and killer bass solos and soon enough she found herself tapping along with the beat with her fingers.
She weaved through the kids clogging the main hallways lined with classrooms, having just finished their after-school activities as well.
She felt great. Even her homework load for the weekend was almost non-existent!
If someone had asked her to describe her feelings right then, she'd tell them that she'd swallowed up the entire freaking sun and molten sunshine was fizzling through her veins, all warm and bubbly and pleasant. Because that was exactly how she felt.
'Good Days' like this were rare. They don't visit her often but when they do, Hayden Romero was one to make sure nothing and especially nobody took it away from her.
Nobody.
She was just turning a final corner that would lead her to one of the less-used school entrance/exit doors (they had two) when it happened.
Hayden didn't know how it came to be, really. One second, she was rocking out to the music playing in her ears and the next… she was blinking up at an off-white ceiling decorated with cobwebs.
It felt like she took 5 minutes to take everything in, but honestly, it was only about 2 seconds. It was as if her mind had hit the Pause button. The scene had frozen. She noticed every detail.
The hall was almost empty, save for the owners of the few pairs of shocked-looking eyes staring down at her. The second thing she noticed were that they were all boys.
Two in particular stood out in the scene; they stood closest to her, near her feet. They faced each other, their stance oddly stiff and defensive.
She could instantly tell they were in some kind of fight, but the odd thing was this: the pair weren't looking at each other. Both had their heads turned towards her, mouths hanging open. One of them was a short kid she didn't know, with ginger hair and freckles. The other boy, however, seemed somewhat familiar.
He had straight and longish hair that seemed somewhere in between blonde and brown. He had a small face, round green-grey eyes, pale skin, and a skinny body. He was looking down at her, wearing the same shocked expression everyone had on, though his was a bit different.
It was mixed in with something else… was it fear? Disbelief? Regret?
Then Hayden saw his arm. It was drawn back over his shoulder, his elbow tucked in. His fingers were held in a fist, but his fingers were loose, like he was mid-unclenching his hand. There was something about the way he held his arm. It was most certainly odd. It was as if…
She saw a light smear of blood on his knuckles.
Her mind decided it was time to hit Play. Sounds and other stimuli came flooding back to her. Voices, bangs, shuffling and pain. Lots, and lots of pain. With a sudden choked sob, Hayden touched her hands to her nose.
Her fingers came away red.
A/N: Thanks for reading, tell me what you think! -Clare