Chapter 3: Old Acquaintance
The next day I had quite a headache, but it wasn't as bad as Mason's. "Everything. Hurts." He groaned as we walked through the school hallway.
"That's a hangover for you, buddy." I patted his shoulder.
"I'm never drinking that much again." He swore.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." Liam said appearing in front of us. I smiled when I saw him, recalling last night made me cringe for the most part, but remembering the time spent with Liam only made me smile goofily. "Hey." He smiled back.
"Liam, thank god, I need someone to guide me to the gym." Mason spoke before I could even utter "hey" and grabbing Liam's arm, they both made their way down the hallway to the gym. Liam glanced back at me a couple times before he was completely out of my eyesight.
Third Person
Mason pulled Liam all the way to the gym. "I thought I was the one supposed to guide you." Liam pointed out, rubbing the arm his friend had recently let go of.
"What's up with you and Luna?" Mason went straight to the point, and he didn't fail in noticing Liam's cheeks flare up at the question.
"What are you talking about?" Liam shrugged it off, avoiding the subject.
"Oh c'mon, Liam. I'm your best friend and I'm not blind." Mason insisted. "The two of you have gotten pretty close and don't tell me nothing happened before I walked in on you two yesterday."
"Of all the parts of last night you had to remember, that's the one you do?" Liam sighed.
"That and making out with this guy with dreadlocks." Mason thought back to his memories of the previous night, then snapped back to the matter at hand. "Anyways, what happened?"
"Nothing." Liam informed him. "Nothing happened."
"Listen Liam, you used to talk about this girl even last semester, about how she could ever date a jerk like that Taylor guy. And now the two of you have started hanging out a lot and it's pretty clear you have feelings for her so why don't you just go for it?" Mason finished his speech.
"It's complicated." Liam sighed, avoiding Mason's stare.
"Why?" Mason asked, but Liam kept looking away. "Is it because of the game tonight?" This time Liam turned to face him, with a puzzled look. "The one against Devenford Prep." Mason explained. "You know, with Luna's ex jerk boyfriend on the team…" Liam's expression changed dramatically as he stormed out of the room. "Liam wait!"
Luna's P.O.V
When Liam and Mason left, I found myself in the hallway alone, or so I thought. "Hello, Luna." I spun around to see Violet, smiling at me.
"Hey." I shifted uncomfortably, there was something off about the way she said my name.
"Are you excited for the scrimmage tonight?" She asked.
"Umm, actually I wasn't even thinking of going." I replied. "School work and all."
"That's a pity." It didn't seem like she thought it was. "Especially because it's against your old school; Devenford Prep." My eyes widened. The sudden realization of what that meant came to me. Great.
"Well maybe I'll just swing by." I told her, not exactly sure why I did. I didn't want to see him again, did I? And there was no doubt in my mind Violet was planning something tonight, probably with Garrett since he was playing.
"Great." She gave me a small smile and was about to leave when I stopped her. I wasn't going to end another conversation like this, like her thinking she knew more than I did.
"Oh and I never did ask you where you got that necklace." I glanced at the thermal cut wire swinging round her neck. She narrowed her eyes at me. At this point I pulled out my phone and set it on silent video. "Mind putting in the address?" I handed the phone to her as it played the video of her killing Demarco.
"What is this?" Violet glared up at me.
"You." I informed her. "I mean, I thought you'd recognise yourself but I guess you do look more like an assassin than a sweet high school freshman here." I referred to the video.
"Who did you tell?" She inquired as I took back my phone. She hadn't even tried to delete it, not that it would have helped since I had three more copies.
"No one." I assured her. "For now."
"What do you want? Money?" She questioned.
I shook my head. "Nah. All I want is for you and your little boyfriend to get the hell out of town. Or this video goes straight to the authorities." My threat was enough for her to gulp and walk away. And that matter was solved.
As Violet left, Mason and Liam came back into the hallway. Liam rushed right past me and out the front doors, where I noticed a few people had started to gather. I blocked Mason as he tried to keep up with his friend. "What's going on?" I asked him, glancing towards the entrance.
"Liam found out the school he's going to play against tonight is your old school." Yeah I had just received that news too. "And I think they just arrived." That I wasn't aware of.
"What?" I exclaimed, leaving no room for further explanation as I hurried out of the entrance doors to see a bus park right in front of our school. And no other but Brett Taylor walked out, a smug look plastered on his face.
"Brett!" I followed the voice to see it came from Liam, who was storming towards my ex. "I just wanted to say-" Here it was; the punch, the fight, the whatever-guys-did-when-they-hated-each-other-and-had-anger-issues. "Have a good game." Liam finished, startling me and everyone around, maybe even disappointing those who were hoping for a good fight.
Brett and his friends laughed at Liam's remark. "Is that what they told you in anger management? Apologize and everything's okay?" Brett scoffed. "You demolished coach's car."
"I paid for it." Liam replied.
"And you're going to pay for it. We're going to break you in half out there." Brett threatened. I scowled at him though he couldn't see me. He could be a real asshole sometimes. Okay more than most times.
Fortunately, Scott and Stiles came to Liam's rescue, pulling him away and into the school. I was going to follow them when I heard my name being called. I wasn't surprised to see it was Brett. "What?" I snapped, crossing my arms.
"I just wanted to talk." He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Like you talked to Liam?" I raised my eyebrows. "That was real mature, Brett."
"Don't tell me you care about that kid now." Brett scoffed. "You should stay away from him. You saw what he did to coach's car."
"Yeah and I know that's no match to what you did." I retorted. My reply turned his smug level down a notch.
"You know I'm sorry. About everything." He sounded sincere, and for all I knew he was, but that didn't change anything.
"It doesn't matter now." I told him. "It's over. We're over." And with that, I walked away, back into the school, hoping to find Liam.
Unfortunately I didn't find him till later on in the day, and even then it wasn't really finding because he was in my same class. "Hey, what happened to you earlier?" I inquired as he sat down next to me.
"Nothing." He shrugged. "I just really hate that guy." Then added: "No offence."
I grinned. "None taken." Brett was worthy of being hated.
"Are you two…?" Liam trailed off, but I quickly gathered what he was insinuating.
"Oh no." I shook my head. "We're not, it's not- It's over between us." After a couple of awkward tries I managed to explain myself.
"Good." He replied with a grin then quickly corrected himself. "I mean, not good, but-"
"I know what you mean, Liam." I laughed, interrupting him mid-sentence, although I'm pretty sure he wasn't going to add much.
He smiled and I returned. Then we both drew our attention back to math class.
The lesson ended with a warning about a surprise quiz tomorrow, not much of a surprise now. "Great." I muttered under my breath as I collected my stuff.
"Tell me about it. I have a game tonight and no time to study." Liam informed me.
And then I said it. "If you want you can come to my place before the game, we can study together then go." I mentally slapped myself right after I finished my sentence.
"Sounds good." Liam commented, smiling. I felt fluttering in my stomach, or maybe I was just hungry, but I couldn't deny I was pleased Liam had agreed to it. Then I pictured my father's face when I would introduce him to the boy I would be spending my afternoon with, at our house, and the fluttering turned into sickness and I wanted to vomit.
I met Liam after school and he followed me to my father's car, who was waiting in the same spot as usual to pick me up. "Hey dad, can Liam come study at our place? We have a test tomorrow." I explained casually, praying my father wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
My dad was the type of father teenage kids were terrified of. Apart from the uniform, which signalled 'authority figure', he was a tall, strong built man with a permanent scowl on his face and a gun hidden underneath his car seat. But he could also look like a decent person, which is what he looked like now. "Sure, hop on." He replied, surprising me.
I sat shot gun whilst Liam sat in the back, keeping a fair amount of distance apart was a good idea when it came to my father.
I dreaded the ride, afraid of it being awkward, but I had nothing to worry about. My father and Liam started talking about lacrosse and how my dad used to play. Liam handled things pretty well; flattering my father was always a good way to go.
Once we arrived I basically dragged Liam upstairs, annoyed of all the bonding happening. "Okay, c'mon Liam."
But my father stopped us halfway up the staircase. "Wait, Liam Dunbar?" My dad seemed intrigued by the name. "You used to go to Devenford Prep, right?" Liam nodded. "I heard about the nasty business with that car." Oh crap… Was the lecture coming? I glanced at Liam who looked really uncomfortable. "Don't tell anyone I said this but, that guy was a real prick." My dad commented, referring to the coach at my old school. "He deserved it." He continued, winking at Liam. My eyes widened. I wasn't expecting that. And by the looks of it, neither was Liam. We stood there, both in awe and shock. "Don't you kids have studying to get to?" My father questioned, glancing at me. I nodded and led Liam upstairs.
"You're dad's…" He started.
"Scary? Weird? Creepy?" I finished for him.
"Yeah…" He nodded awkwardly.
I laughed and he joined me. "Don't worry about it, he's always like that." I opened a door revealing a room painted in dark violet and a king size bed occupying most of the space. A wooden two-door wardrobe and a desk facing the windows that took up a whole wall and lit up the entire room composed the rest of my bedroom.
Liam glanced around, observing, and I suddenly felt exposed. He was in my bedroom and I hardly knew anything about it. Anything personal that was. He walked towards the bed as I shut the door behind us.
"Is this you?" He picked up a photograph that was situated on a bedside table. I moved beside him, looking down at the frame that withheld the picture of a young girl of eight years with two people beside her: a man, a slightly younger version of my father, and a woman.
I nodded. "Yeah. And those are my parents." I added, reminiscing in the memory of my mother. She died a year after that picture was taken, during a hunt. From then on my father was merciless against werewolves, he wouldn't believe they had any good inside of them, simply because one of them hadn't spared my mother's life.
Liam glanced down at me and put the picture down. "We should probably start doing math." He suggested. But I knew he was changing the subject because of my mom, after seeing the look on my face. I wanted to tell him I was fine and it didn't bother me to talk about it or anything but it was probably best not to bring family issues up.
"Yeah." I agreed, dropping my backpack on the floor. "I have to go to the bathroom. Can you get the sheet with the math exercises from my bag?" I asked as I started to leave the room.
"Sure." He replied. I shut the door as I left. Truth was, I really did have to go to the bathroom, but that's not what ended up happening.
"Liam Dunbar." My father spoke, making me jump as I hadn't seen him standing there. He was holding a piece of paper in his hands.
"You scared me." I told him. "What are you doing here?"
"At first I thought you made a friend." My father started, ignoring my statement. "But then I realized that's not what's going on here."
I frowned, confused. Could my dad really suppose there was something going on between Liam and I before anything had even happened? "What are you talking about?"
But I was wrong. My father handed me the paper he was holding. It was the list, the deadpool, but the names on it were different. Not that I was paying attention to any other names, the only one I was looking at was Liam's. Liam's name was on the list.
"No." I shook my head in denial. "No, this can't be right. He's human. I know he is." This didn't make any sense I'd known Liam for almost a year he wasn't a werewolf.
"He's a recent name on the list." My father informed me. "I just got it."
I scrunched up the list into a paper ball. "Well it's wrong." I threw it back at him.
"Clearly you weren't aware of it then…" My father gathered.
I raised my eyebrows. "You thought I brought him here to kill him?" I exclaimed. I was trying my best not to break down. This was happening all over again.
"Luna, he's a werewolf." My father repeated. I kept shaking my head, I didn't want to believe it. I couldn't.
"No." I cried. "We're not killing him." I knew bringing Liam here was a bad idea but I didn't know just how bad it was.
"We've ben through this once before." My father growled. "You can't keep doing this, befriending them."
"I didn't know!" I didn't. And that's the worst part. "But you can't kill him I won't let you." I didn't care if he was a werewolf. He was Liam. I knew he hadn't hurt anyone.
My father sighed. "I'll let him go for today." He resigned. "But only because you just found out what he is. Next time I see him, he won't be as lucky." And with that, my father left, leaving me to walk back to my bedroom.
My hands trembled as I opened the door. I couldn't believe Liam was one of them. But it made sense. His disappearing, acting odd, receiving nods from an Alpha werewolf… It all added up. And now he was sitting on my bed, glaring at a piece of paper in his hands. He looked up when I walked in. I didn't know what to say, if I should confront him or act like I didn't know he was a werewolf with anger issues. But Liam broke the silence before me. "What's this?" He held up the paper he was holding, and I realized that wasn't the math sheet. That was the deadpool.
I gulped. How was I going to explain this? "Liam that's not what you think."
"Really? Because I think it's a list of people you're planning to kill." He stood up angrily. "Who are you?"
"I'd like to ask you the same question." I crossed my arms. "You're one of them, aren't you? You're a werewolf."
Liam scoffed. "Don't act like you didn't know already. Is this why I'm here? Were you planning on killing me too?"
"Too?" I raised my eyebrows. "I didn't kill anyone on that list that was Garrett and Violet. They're the assassins killing everyone." Liam didn't look too startled at the news. "Not me."
He looked like he wanted to believe me. "Then why do you have this?" He gestured to the list.
I sighed. "I'm a hunter, yes. I killed werewolves before." Liam's hopeful face dropped. "Because they kill humans. Werewolves are murderous creatures, Liam. It's in your nature to kill and sooner or later you always do." I noticed these words hurt him, but they were the truth, the truth I'd always been told. "I didn't ask you to come here today because I wanted to kill you. Hell, I didn't even know you were a werewolf till five minutes ago when my father told me." Liam's eyes bore into me, and I had to look away or I couldn't continue my speech. "I asked you here because I liked you, Liam." Well this wasn't the best way to admit how I felt but there it was.
"Liked?" He repeated, emphasizing the past tense.
I met his eyes. "You're a werewolf." I said as if that explained everything, and to me, it did. "I convinced my father to let you go this time, but you should watch your back."
"Luna-" He started to say, moving towards me but I interrupted him.
"Just go, Liam." I said, biting my upper lip. It hurt watching his face as he walked out of my room reluctantly. It hurt telling him to leave. It hurt knowing that he was a werewolf. And in comparison, biting my upper lip didn't hurt at all.
Despite what had happened with Liam, I went to the lacrosse game. I had to make sure Violet and Garrett had taken my suggestion and left town but I knew my threat hadn't sunk in when I saw Violet sitting next to Mason on the bleachers and Garrett on the field ready to play in the scrimmage. My eyes landed on Liam next, he was sitting beside Scott and Stiles on the bench. Then my eyes fixed on Brett, who was shirtless and in the process of putting on his jersey. He saw me right away. He grinned and winked at me before joining his teammates. His wink didn't go unnoticed by Liam, that turned to see who it was directed at. When his eyes met mine he immediately turned away. I sighed and walked over to sit by Mason, who greeted me with a smile, unlike Violet, that simply ignored my presence.
The game wasn't too favourable for our team, Devenford Prep was scoring every time, whilst the only goal from our team was scored by Kira, who I later learnt was also on the list. She must be a supernatural creature too. Despite her goal, the coach kicked her out of the game because she didn't pass.
Brett shoved Liam every chance he got, I could help but cringe at the sight of him getting hurt, although I knew he would heal quickly, being a wolf. What I was mostly concerned about was Garrett. He was on the field, eyeing other players more than the ball. I kept glancing at Violet in case she might give away who they were trying to kill tonight. There were three people on the field they could be aiming at: Scott, Liam and Brett.
My suspicions were confirmed when Garrett ended up in bumping hard into both Liam and Brett, all three of them falling onto the ground. I stood up concerned along with everyone else. I tried to see over the crowd before me if Liam was hurt or worse. But all I saw was Garrett, standing up without a scratch.
As Mason rushed to the front, I turned to Violet. "I thought I told you to leave."
"We changed our minds." Violet remarked. "Hope you don't mind we went for your boyfriend." She left towards the changing rooms without any other explanation. I couldn't have been more confused. Was she referring to Brett? He wasn't my boyfriend, but he had been. Or Liam, she could be implying something was going on?
Without spending too much time thinking over what she had just said, I decided it was best to see for myself. Relief washed over me when I saw Liam perfectly fine. He was surrounded by Mason and Scott's group. I walked over to them. "Where's Brett?" Liam turned to look at me and so did everyone else.
"They took him inside." Scott replied.
I frowned. "Who did?" Scott opened his mouth to answer but then closed it, clearly realizing what I had realized. I scanned the field for Garrett and saw he was still here. "Violet." I muttered under my breath and ran to the locker rooms.
It wasn't until I reached them that I realized Scott had followed me. "What are you doing?" I questioned him.
"Saving Brett." He replied simply, his answer surprising me.
"But he's not in your pack." I pointed out. Scott didn't seem at all taken aback that I knew what he was, Liam must have told him. "And he's an ass."
"It doesn't matter." He stated. "No one deserves to die."
I was about to reply when I saw Brett lying on the floor of the locker rooms, completely still. I rushed towards him. "Brett, can you hear me?" I crouched down and placed two fingers on his neck, checking his pulse. He was alive.
"She's… still here." Brett managed to say with difficulty. It was then I heard Scott groan in pain. I spun around to see Violet had the thermal cut wire around his neck.
"Not so scary are you?" She scoffed as she pulled the wire more, suffocating Scott. "For an Aplha." But that smug look on her face didn't last long as Scott's eyes started to glow bright red and he grabbed the thermal cut wire and detached it from his neck, turning around to face her. He knocked her out.
"Why didn't you kill her?" I blurted out.
"I told you, no one deserves to die." Scott's eyes turned brown again.
I thought about what he said, then looked down at Brett. "Can you help him?"
Scott nodded, and as he did, Stiles and Liam walked inside. Liam's eyes landed immediately on me, then down at Brett. "We need to take him to Deaton." Scott told them.
Scott and Liam carried Brett out to Stiles' jeep as he called his father, the sheriff. When the police was alerted, Stiles drove Brett to this veterinarian who also happened to be expert on werewolves. In the meantime, Scott stayed with Violet until the sheriff came to arrest here. During all this, I stayed quiet and observed how Scott took care of his pack and those out of it. It was truly admirable. No wonder he was a true Alpha.
I was in the hallway with Scott and Liam when an officer dragged Violet away with handcuffs on her wrists. "Parrish?" She read the officer's badge. "Jordan Parrish?" The name sounded familiar to me as well, and the only thing she and I had in common was the list. Great, even the police force was supernatural.
"Deputy Parrish." The officer corrected her. She glanced at me as she was carried away, shooting daggers.
I ignored her and turned to Liam. "Can we talk?" I asked him, more like pleaded. He glanced down at me and nodded, making his way to the locker room. I followed. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier today." I apologized once we were inside. "I was wrong. Not every werewolf is a monster, not all of them kill." Liam's eyes met mine as I spoke, their light blue softening. "Scott's a perfect example of that. He even helped Brett when he didn't have to-"
"Did you know about Brett?" Liam questioned.
I nodded. "Yeah. I found out after we started dating." I explained. "But then so did my father. It didn't end well." I pushed the memory out of my mind.
"What happened?" And Liam brought it back again.
"What do you think?" I sighed. "He wanted me to kill Brett. But I refused, using the excuse of our code. He hadn't killed anyone. Therefore there was no reason to kill him. But then Brett, being Brett, decided to push his luck." I looked down at my feet recalling past events. "He killed. We don't know if it was an accident or for self-defence but my father was furious at me for letting him slip up like that. I took months before he could trust me again."
Liam's face showed pity towards me. "I'm sorry."
I shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore." I took a step towards him. "The past is in the past."
"Unless it repeats itself." Liam commented.
I shook my head. "You're not Brett."
"But your father's out to get me, isn't he?" He inquired.
"He knows what you are." I confirmed. "But he's tracking another werewolf right now. He won't come after you." Then I added: "And I won't let him." It wasn't a lie. My father really was tracking another werewolf. I didn't know whom though, he didn't tell me as much.
Liam smiled at my last statement. "And when you said you liked me…" He trailed off. I forced myself not to blush as he came closer. I had told him I liked him. That was so stupid of me, why would I say that? And in the worst moment possible! "I forgot to tell you the feeling's mutual." I glanced up at him, feeling my cheeks flare up and there was no controlling them. It was only then I realized we were inches apart. His light blue eyes connecting with mine. He closed the distance between us, pressing his lips against mine gently at first. I kissed him back, my arms wrapping around his neck. He tasted fresh, like mints as he placed his arms around my back, pulling me closer to him. Kissing him felt good; it felt right, in comparison to everything else going on around us, which didn't feel right at all. But as I kissed him I felt all my worries fading away. It didn't matter that he was a werewolf, that I was a hunter; that my father would shoot a bullet through him given the chance; that Brett was at the verge of death… None of that mattered right now. It was just Liam and I.
And Scott. "Oh, uh, sorry." He apologized, as we broke apart abruptly. "I just wanted to let you guys know they didn't find Garrett. So we should probably keep an eye out." And there it was, another worry added to the never-ending list. "And Brett's okay." Scott added, mainly directing the information at me.
I nodded, processing what I'd just been told. I was glad Brett was alive, despite hating his guts. I was not glad about Garrett, however. "Thanks for letting us know." I replied, giving him an appreciative smile. Scott returned one and then left again. "I should go." I turned to Liam. "It's getting late." I didn't want my father to start getting worried.
"Yeah." Liam nodded. "Scott's my ride home, so I should probably remind him of that before he leaves me stranded."
I laughed. "I'm sure you could run home." I recalled the time he ran to school instead of taking the bus. "It wouldn't be the first time." Liam grinned as we both left the locker room. "See you tomorrow."
I was about to leave when he grabbed my arm and kissed me again. "Goodnight."
Sorry for not updating, to be honest this is an old chapter... I've still been writing but just not this, I guess I'm not that inspired anymore.
But I still wanted to post this since I wrote it. why waste a chapter, ammiright?
REALLLLYYY SORRY FOR THE WAIT.
I'm focused on other stories right now, particularly one on wattpad - I kind of prefer that website it's easier to update on and write.
Idk if I'll ever continue this, maybe when Teen Wolf comes back again etc.