The Dead pool was over, everyone was safe, well as safe as one can be when their brother and adoptive brother are supernatural creatures. Melissa McCall adopted me when my only living relative up and moved to France when Allison Argent died. I understand how Isaac felt, we all felt it, and we all had to deal with it in our own ways, and if that was his then so be it. I just wished he would have included me in his plans instead of just leaving me. I haven't seen him since he left for France.
Being a freshman at Beacon Hills while the dead pool was underway to rid Beacon Hills of all of its supernatural creatures kind of meant that I had been best friends with trained assassin's, i.e.; Violet and Garrett, which lead me to become friends with Mason and then Scott's new beta Liam. Liam and I never really got along, we were always throwing snarky comments towards each other. I had heard of him because of my boyfriend Brett Talbot but I had never actually met him. He and I just could not get along, not even after the dead pool was destroyed and no one had to worry about fragile little me anymore.
Over the summer break I went to France to see Isaac. I hadn't told Scott or Stiles where I was going or how long I would be gone for, I just up and left one afternoon while Scott was at work. I didn't want to have to explain everything to anyone. Scott and Stiles constantly text me that week I was gone, making sure I was safe. When I came home, I had ignored everyone and locked myself in my room, which is where I had currently made my fort for the night as pack night was in full swing downstairs. I could hear Malia's loud obnoxious laugh and turned my movie up louder and continued to bawl my eyes out as John Grogan sat next to Marley with the bunny with one ear as Marley slowly closed his eyes. I know I shouldn't be crying over a dog, but this movie was beautiful, just the right amount of happy to make you sad at the end when he died. I always watched this movie when I felt like being emotional but not actually crying over something stupid in my life, like boys.
I heard a light knock on my door as I frantically wiped my eyes saying they could come in. Lydia stood at my door with a sympathetic look on her face.
"Oh honey," she said making her way to my bed where she wrapped me in her arms as I sobbed. "Brett's not worth your tears sweetie, he cheated but that just means you weren't meant to be. Tonight I want you to stay at mine so we can make you look hot for your first day of sophomore year. You'll find someone else who will know just what he has when he has it and I'll even get Stiles to kick Brett's ass for you." I nodded as more tears escaped down to my chin and she hugged me tighter. "But right now I need you to stop crying so that I can make you look hot right now for pack night" I sniffed and lifted my head, Lydia had gone to find my makeup and I rubbed at my eyes to stop the tears evidently making my puffy red eyes even more puffier as Lydia pulled my hands away from my face.
She handed me an outfit which consisted of an oversized teal sweater with a pair of dark grey skinny jeans. She even let me where my slippers instead of death traps, then ushered me in to the bathroom to change. When I came out, she cleaned my face of any leftover makeup from the day and got to work on making my face look natural and less puffy. When she was done, I was astounded. You wouldn't have even known that I was crying 10 minutes ago.
"There you go now you look even more beautiful" I stood up giving her a hug and we made our way down stairs to the pack night.
Liam's P.O.V
I sat and watched as Stiles made a fool of himself, but I wasn't really paying attention, my mind was on the sobbing I could hear coming from Amya's room. She and I never got along but I wasn't a cold hearted asshole, she needed support, for what exactly I didn't know but she needed someone. She needed to know that everyone down here in this pack cared for her. She was miserable and everyone could see it, we weren't in the dark about why she was so depressed either, Brett had broken up with her before summer break, just before she went M.I.A for a week, I felt bad for her and I just wanted to hold her and tell her that Brett is an asshole, but I knew that she would reject me. I had been equally as rude to her as she was to me, but I still couldn't help but like her. Maybe the saying really is true, 'a guy who is rude to you really likes you' I read way too many of my mom's magazines. But Amya automatically didn't like me, so I played her little game and made her think I didn't like her either. Suddenly the music stopped pulling me out of my thoughts. Lydia had entered and with her Amya followed. She lifted her head and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. You couldn't even tell that she had been crying for days. She was flawlessly beautiful. Scott nudged me giving me a pointed look as his arm went behind my head to whack Stiles in the head before getting up and hugging his sister tightly.
Amya's P.O.V
I sat down in the only empty seat; between Liam and Stiles. I kept my head down, I felt ashamed for judging Liam based on what Brett had told me. After an hour of just sitting there watching as everyone made a fool of themselves at charades, I started feeling really hot and clammy.
"Scott?" I questioned getting his attention from the staring contest he was having with Stiles, "I'm going to go out the back and get some fresh air I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic in here" he nodded and I all but ran out of the room and to the porch swing outside. The only light illuminating the porch was coming from the kitchens open window. I shivered slightly as a light breeze ruffled my hair, I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to warm myself up. I just had to get out of that room, everyone else was so happy and I just felt like I was bringing everyone down with my mood, especially Liam he hadn't got up to participate all night. I felt like I was suffocating as everyone kept asking me if I was alright and then Stiles asked me if he needed to call Isaac and get him to come home. Suddenly the back door creaked open and a head with chestnut coloured hair popped out.
"Amya?" I heard Liam's voice call out, I stayed quiet hoping he thinks I'm not out here anymore. I had been a complete bitch to him while I was with Brett. The light caught his baby blue eyes as he turned his head flicking to the right at my rising heartbeat. He softly closed the door and come and sat beside me on the swing.
"Amya," he started turning to face me, I shivered involuntarily at the depth of his voice and he took it for me being cold, so he took his jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders, I flinched as his fingers came into contact with my bare skin on my shoulder. I saw him clench his jaw.
"Amya I wanted to say I'm sorry for being such a dick to you while you were with ... Brett" I flinched at the sound of his name falling from Liam's soft pink lips.
"Amya, I know were not really close, actually this is the first time we've had a proper conversation I guess, but please Amya, just trust me I'm not the guy you think I am." he gently grabbed my hands in his and I flinched away from his touch jumping up and away from him.
"Please Liam, I can't, please just let it go, I'm sorry I've been a bitch to you." I walked back inside without another word as I saw out of the corner of my eye Liam standing outside with his hand outstretched. I sprinted up to my room ignoring the calls form Lydia, Stiles and Scott.
My breathing went back to normal after 5 minutes and I slowly crawled back into bed not even bothering to take off Liam's jacket, I slowly closed my eyes only to have them wrenched open as someone slammed my door open, memories flooded my brain and I squeaked and shrunk away from whoever was in my room.
"OH MY GOD! Amya I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that." Scott said coming to my side and pulling me into his chest while he wiped away my tears as he slowly rocked us back and forth, calming me down in the only way he knew possible.
"Amya, what happened outside with Liam?" Scott asked me pushing my hair out of my face.
"He said I could trust him." I said as I held back sobs
"Amya, he just wants to help you, we all want to help you, but you've only let Lydia, Stiles and me in, maybe it's time you let some other people in. I know how Brett was with you, but maybe try to fix things with Liam, you don't have to worry about Brett anymore, and you know it we will always protect you, as long as you let us in and let us know." he kissed my forehead and then got up to leave.
"Only for you" I muttered as he shut the door. I got up and got changed into PJ's leaving Liam's jacket on and put in Harry Potter and snuggled into the covers, halfway through the movie my eyes started hurting so I put my glasses on and continued to watch, as the credits rolled on Lydia walked into my room.
"You still up for a girl's night at mine?" she asked sitting at the end of my bed. I nodded and quickly packed an overnight bag, following her out of my room. "Is that Liam's jacket?" she questioned as we descended the stairs. I nodded and looked up at everyone, my eyes found Liam's baby blue ones as Lydia dragged me out to her car yelling a good bye to everyone inside.
She sped off in the direction of her house. Once there we decided to watch a bit of 'Legally Blonde' while we stuffed our faces with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, this is the reason Lydia and I are best friends, even though I'm a year younger it doesn't feel like it. She is like my sister and she knew just how to cheer me up. I couldn't ask for a better family than the one I am in now.