The three of us, two idiots and a very sorry girl, sat on Scott's bed clueless on what to do. After Scott had bitten Liam we took him to Scott's house and called Stiles.
"Like I said I told my dad everything I could." Stiles finally said, breaking the silence in the room.
"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott asked, the nervousness in his voice concerning me, shouldn't he be the strong leader we need now?
"You barely told me about Liam." I decided to pipe in then,
"Well you know I-"
"Oh shut up Brooke, we don't need your puppy dog love story about Liam that you're finally telli-" Stiles was cut off by my hand meeting his head. He cringed at the contact, it was a pretty decent hit. "Ow what the hell Brooke!" I just smirked, served him right for not letting me finish my sentence. " Whatever, what did you do with him anyway?" Scott looked a little guilty as the words left Stiles' mouth.
"He's upstairs."
"Doing what?"
"Lying down." At that I had to muffle a laugh, sitting in a tub is what you call lying down? A small grin lit up my face for a second before I returned it to my stony glare at the boys, a tub? Really?
While I was off in la la land, the boys had finished talking about what I assume was Scott filling Stiles in a the details.
"Your plans suck."
"I know." I muttered a quick jab at Scott from the other room, apparently they didn't want me to be in the same room as Liam, something about him being set off by my presence. Whatever that meant. Even from Scott's room, I could hear to tearing of duck tape from skin, making me cringe slightly. The poor boy was taken hostage by a man eating teenager then bitten by one trying to save him and now he was duck taped up, they couldn't have at least tied him up with something less, I don't know sticky.
After a half an hour of waiting and staring aimlessly around the room I hear a scuffle. Confusion made its way onto my face as I looked out the doorway just in time to see the boys tackle Liam down the stairs.
"OH MY GOD!" I quickly jumped after them, feet barely touching the steps to make sure everyone was okay.
"Leg! I got him! I got him, I got him! I got him!" I looked over at the boy and sighed. After seeing that no one had Liam, they looked at the open door. The figure of Liam getting smaller and smaller as he ran further down the street. Scott sighed.
"Your plan sucked too."
The next morning I was woken by Stiles who needed help with Malia's chains.
"I hate full moons." Malia sat at the edge of Stiles' bed next to him as I hoarded the middle. I gave a small, annoyed sigh.
"We all hate things but we can't do anything about it! You gotta deal with it-" I was cut of by my lack of oxygen as Stiles rammed his hand into my chest. I choked in air as he gave me a glare. "What the hell Stiles!"
"As I was going to say before she rudely interrupted," Stiles said with a glare thrown my way. So I didn't like Malia, big deal. " It's going to get easier, I promise."
"It better, because this isn't going to hold much longer." Malia pulled at the weakened chains and they groaned in protest.
"Well, then let's try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam." My sour face created an even bigger frown if that was possible at the mention of Liam. Liam who was bitten last night by Scott. I tugged at my hair, a habit when I got upset.
"You guys sure he's gonna turn into a werewolf?"
"Yes!" I said as Stiles said,
"We're not even sure if he's gonna live." I frowned at this, sitting up from my place on the bed. "Is that too tight?" Stiles asked as our father walked through the door.
"Hey, um…" He got flustered and I smirked.
"That's..This is not what you think at all."
"I don't even want to know." And with that he exited the room, leaving an amused girl, confused girl, and a very flustered boy.
"There's nothing to know, 'cause I.." But the Sheriff had already left the house. I choked back a laugh but the amusement was evident on my face. Stiles turned to me,
"One word and you can walk to school." I dropped the smile and quickly left, no way was I going to have to walk or worse ride with Scott and get helmet hair. As I left I could hear Malia complain about not understanding.
"I liked it better when you were obsessed with Lydia." I muttered before grabbing my bag, thank god he didn't have wolf senses or my lovely hair would be ruined.
Since all of my friends were Juniors, that left me stranded when we arrived at school. No one talked to me last year, I kept to myself and my supernatural problems. However God decided to grant me luck today as I saw the only person who generally liked me. Mason. Unfortunately Garrett was right by his side.
"I'm not watching another movie on a Friday night. Mason, there's gotta be something going on." I heard him complain.
"Dude, you're a freshmen." I said announcing my presence. Mason gave me a smile and continued for me.
"We just got off the school bus, it's not like we're hitting the clubs till 1 am." I smirked at the unhappy blonde boy before turning to look around as the group of friends made plans without me seeing as we never talked.
"Hey, um Brooke," Violet said gaining my attention, "wanna join us for movie night at my place? Garrett said you were friends with Liam so you should come." For a second I gasped at her, someone actually wants to hang out with me and not talk werewolves or Kanimas.
"That sounds great!" I said smiling.
"Cool I'll have Liam text you the details later." With a wave of a hand and a grin Violet and Garrett walked away. Me and Mason glanced at each other again then smiled.
"Good to see you Mase."
"You too Brooke." We starting making small talk to pass the time when a figure ran up. A very sweaty figure.
"Hey. Liam. Why weren't you on the bus?" Mason asked, curious on why his friend was running to school.
"I ran." Was his simple answer.
"3 miles?" Mason question, now I was curious.
"Yeah, I just started running."
"Well I guess your legs okay. What happened to your arm?" That shook me to my senses, the bite. Liam started to breathe heavily and squirmed like he was uncomfortable.
"Li are you okay?"
" I-I'll talk to you late. I gotta get to class." He ran off to the school, putting full weight on his foot and looking healthy.
"Well that was weird." Mason said with a small bark of a laugh.
"Yeah, weird."
By the time I finished two classes, I was pulled out of my wondrous learning experience. They group was around the buses and talking about Liam. I was met with one angry werecoyote.
"I'm not sharing my basement."
"Actually it's my basement and my mom noticed how you tore it up last time." Lydia replied, Lydia 1, Malia 0. As usual, Stiles came to her defense.
"All right, she's still learning."
"But, we're going to use the boathouse for 's got support beams. We can chain him to one of them." Scott said, making a plan, at least he tried to help the situation. Of course Kira had to bring in reality to the plan.
"But how do we get him to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?"
"I say if it keeps him from murdering someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in a lake." I angrily hit his shoulder. Malia agreed with an 'I'm in'.
"Like hell we will!" I yelled at them. Liam was my friend, I would try at everything to help him.
"We're not killing or kidnapping him."
"Then let's be smarter." Lydia said, "we tell him there's a party and invite him.
"So you're gonna ask out a freshmen?" Stiles said with a laugh.
"No, I'm done with teenage boys. But we do have our own little freshmen here, don't we." I started sputtered excuses but it was no use, Lydia had already grabbed me and dragged me towards school.
"Have fun little sis!" Stiles yelled to me, obviously getting extreme satisfaction from this. I flipped him the bird and stopped resisting, after all Lydia would force me to this no matter how hard I tried to refuse it.
"Are you sure I look okay?" I asked Lydia, pulling at my skirt she had hiked up very, very high. She gave me a small smile.
"You look fine, Liam will love it." Her smile then turned to a smirk. "What's up with you guys anyway." A blush worked its way to my cheeks, burning them. Saved by the bell, students swarmed the halls and Liam and Mason were by their lockers.
"Well gotta go!" She shook her head and gave me a thumbs up.
"Go get 'em tiger." I quickly hugged her then descended the steps. In heels, very high heels that barely fit. Lydia had lent them to me, saying they make me look "hotter." Slowly I made my way down and had Liams full attention. Mouth opened in a gasp, he stared at me. Not at the other girls in the hall, but at me. The familiar feeling of a blush coated my cheeks once again as I got closer to him. Then with Stilinski grace, I tripped on the last step and tumbled to the floor. Liam quickly ran over to help me up.
"Are you alright?" He asked, worry evident on his features. Attractive features might I add. I stared at his bright blue eyes and would have continued if he didn't speak again. "Brooke?"
"Oh yeah um sorry…" I trailed off glancing away blushing beet red again. I looked back up and saw he was still staring at me. With a regretful internal sigh I said, "wanna go to a party with me?"The three of us, two idiots and a very sorry girl, sat on Scott's bed clueless on what to do. After Scott had bitten Liam we took him to Scott's house and called Stiles.
"Like I said I told my dad everything I could." Stiles finally said, breaking the silence in the room.
"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott asked, the nervousness in his voice concerning me, shouldn't he be the strong leader we need now?
"You barely told me about Liam." I decided to pipe in then,
"Well you know I-"
"Oh shut up Brooke, we don't need your puppy dog love story about Liam that you're finally telli-" Stiles was cut off by my hand meeting his head. He cringed at the contact, it was a pretty decent hit. "Ow what the hell Brooke!" I just smirked, served him right for not letting me finish my sentence. " Whatever, what did you do with him anyway?" Scott looked a little guilty as the words left Stiles' mouth.
"He's upstairs."
"Doing what?"
"Lying down." At that I had to muffle a laugh, sitting in a tub is what you call lying down? A small grin lit up my face for a second before I returned it to my stony glare at the boys, a tub? Really?
While I was off in la la land, the boys had finished talking about what I assume was Scott filling Stiles in a the details.
"Your plans suck."
"I know." I muttered a quick jab at Scott from the other room, apparently they didn't want me to be in the same room as Liam, something about him being set off by my presence. Whatever that meant. Even from Scott's room, I could hear to tearing of duck tape from skin, making me cringe slightly. The poor boy was taken hostage by a man eating teenager then bitten by one trying to save him and now he was duck taped up, they couldn't have at least tied him up with something less, I don't know sticky.
After a half an hour of waiting and staring aimlessly around the room I hear a scuffle. Confusion made its way onto my face as I looked out the doorway just in time to see the boys tackle Liam down the stairs.
"OH MY GOD!" I quickly jumped after them, feet barely touching the steps to make sure everyone was okay.
"Leg! I got him! I got him, I got him! I got him!" I looked over at the boy and sighed. After seeing that no one had Liam, they looked at the open door. The figure of Liam getting smaller and smaller as he ran further down the street. Scott sighed.
"Your plan sucked too."
The next morning I was woken by Stiles who needed help with Malia's chains.
"I hate full moons." Malia sat at the edge of Stiles' bed next to him as I hoarded the middle. I gave a small, annoyed sigh.
"We all hate things but we can't do anything about it! You gotta deal with it-" I was cut of by my lack of oxygen as Stiles rammed his hand into my chest. I choked in air as he gave me a glare. "What the hell Stiles!"
"As I was going to say before she rudely interrupted," Stiles said with a glare thrown my way. So I didn't like Malia, big deal. " It's going to get easier, I promise."
"It better, because this isn't going to hold much longer." Malia pulled at the weakened chains and they groaned in protest.
"Well, then let's try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam." My sour face created an even bigger frown if that was possible at the mention of Liam. Liam who was bitten last night by Scott. I tugged at my hair, a habit when I got upset.
"You guys sure he's gonna turn into a werewolf?"
"Yes!" I said as Stiles said,
"We're not even sure if he's gonna live." I frowned at this, sitting up from my place on the bed. "Is that too tight?" Stiles asked as our father walked through the door.
"Hey, um…" He got flustered and I smirked.
"That's..This is not what you think at all."
"I don't even want to know." And with that he exited the room, leaving an amused girl, confused girl, and a very flustered boy.
"There's nothing to know, 'cause I.." But the Sheriff had already left the house. I choked back a laugh but the amusement was evident on my face. Stiles turned to me,
"One word and you can walk to school." I dropped the smile and quickly left, no way was I going to have to walk or worse ride with Scott and get helmet hair. As I left I could hear Malia complain about not understanding.
"I liked it better when you were obsessed with Lydia." I muttered before grabbing my bag, thank god he didn't have wolf senses or my lovely hair would be ruined.
Since all of my friends were Juniors, that left me stranded when we arrived at school. No one talked to me last year, I kept to myself and my supernatural problems. However God decided to grant me luck today as I saw the only person who generally liked me. Mason. Unfortunately Garrett was right by his side.
"I'm not watching another movie on a Friday night. Mason, there's gotta be something going on." I heard him complain.
"Dude, you're a freshmen." I said announcing my presence. Mason gave me a smile and continued for me.
"We just got off the school bus, it's not like we're hitting the clubs till 1 am." I smirked at the unhappy blonde boy before turning to look around as the group of friends made plans without me seeing as we never talked.
"Hey, um Brooke," Violet said gaining my attention, "wanna join us for movie night at my place? Garrett said you were friends with Liam so you should come." For a second I gasped at her, someone actually wants to hang out with me and not talk werewolves or Kanimas.
"That sounds great!" I said smiling.
"Cool I'll have Liam text you the details later." With a wave of a hand and a grin Violet and Garrett walked away. Me and Mason glanced at each other again then smiled.
"Good to see you Mase."
"You too Brooke." We starting making small talk to pass the time when a figure ran up. A very sweaty figure.
"Hey. Liam. Why weren't you on the bus?" Mason asked, curious on why his friend was running to school.
"I ran." Was his simple answer.
"3 miles?" Mason question, now I was curious.
"Yeah, I just started running."
"Well I guess your legs okay. What happened to your arm?" That shook me to my senses, the bite. Liam started to breathe heavily and squirmed like he was uncomfortable.
"Li are you okay?"
" I-I'll talk to you late. I gotta get to class." He ran off to the school, putting full weight on his foot and looking healthy.
"Well that was weird." Mason said with a small bark of a laugh.
"Yeah, weird."
By the time I finished two classes, I was pulled out of my wondrous learning experience. They group was around the buses and talking about Liam. I was met with one angry werecoyote.
"I'm not sharing my basement."
"Actually it's my basement and my mom noticed how you tore it up last time." Lydia replied, Lydia 1, Malia 0. As usual, Stiles came to her defense.
"All right, she's still learning."
"But, we're going to use the boathouse for 's got support beams. We can chain him to one of them." Scott said, making a plan, at least he tried to help the situation. Of course Kira had to bring in reality to the plan.
"But how do we get him to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?"
"I say if it keeps him from murdering someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in a lake." I angrily hit his shoulder. Malia agreed with an 'I'm in'.
"Like hell we will!" I yelled at them. Liam was my friend, I would try at everything to help him.
"We're not killing or kidnapping him."
"Then let's be smarter." Lydia said, "we tell him there's a party and invite him.
"So you're gonna ask out a freshmen?" Stiles said with a laugh.
"No, I'm done with teenage boys. But we do have our own little freshmen here, don't we." I started sputtered excuses but it was no use, Lydia had already grabbed me and dragged me towards school.
"Have fun little sis!" Stiles yelled to me, obviously getting extreme satisfaction from this. I flipped him the bird and stopped resisting, after all Lydia would force me to this no matter how hard I tried to refuse it.
"Are you sure I look okay?" I asked Lydia, pulling at my skirt she had hiked up very, very high. She gave me a small smile.
"You look fine, Liam will love it." Her smile then turned to a smirk. "What's up with you guys anyway." A blush worked its way to my cheeks, burning them. Saved by the bell, students swarmed the halls and Liam and Mason were by their lockers.
"Well gotta go!" She shook her head and gave me a thumbs up.
"Go get 'em tiger." I quickly hugged her then descended the steps. In heels, very high heels that barely fit. Lydia had lent them to me, saying they make me look "hotter." Slowly I made my way down and had Liams full attention. Mouth opened in a gasp, he stared at me. Not at the other girls in the hall, but at me. The familiar feeling of a blush coated my cheeks once again as I got closer to him. Then with Stilinski grace, I tripped on the last step and tumbled to the floor. Liam quickly ran over to help me up.
"Are you alright?" He asked, worry evident on his features. Attractive features might I add. I stared at his bright blue eyes and would have continued if he didn't speak again. "Brooke?"
"Oh yeah um sorry…" I trailed off glancing away blushing beet red again. I looked back up and saw he was still staring at me. With a regretful internal sigh I said, "wanna go to a party with me?"