"Beep, Beep!" the alarm sounded for the third time that morning.
"Buddy get up, you're going to be late." A deep voice said, shaking the sleeping boy peacefully sleeping.
Liam switched his head to the side, purposely ignoring whoever was trying to disrupt his sleep. "Justgivemeafewmoreminues.." He murmured groggily.
There was deep chuckle before the covers were ripped off his body, quickly giving him goosebumps.
"Ah, a few more minutes," The boy let out in a groggy tone.
"You know if you're late for Lacrosse try out you won't make captain," The man said. The boy popped up almost reinvigorated by the sheer mention of this proposed chance. There were only two things that peeked Liam's interest: breakfast or lacrosse—and since he didn't smell the latter it was the mention of lacrosse that had him shooting out of bed like it was on fire.
"Thanks, dad!" He grumbled
"Thanks, dad," The boy said bouncing off the bed to the floor. He raced around the room tossing off his shirt and pulling another one from the room floor.
"You aren't even going to check if that's clean?" the man said with a chuckle.
"Geez dad, please just let me get dressed," The boy snapped back as he pulled a pair of jeans from the ground as well.
"Ah, fifteen enjoy it Liam," the man said as he started for the door. "I'll tell your friends you'll be right out. Liam cursed at himself lowly. Great, I woke up late, he thought to himself. -
"Thanks," Liam said as he pulled the pair of jeans over his legs. Liam looked at the light-skinned bald man standing in front of him smirking. "Thanks for reminding me, dad." He said sarcastically. His father laughed loudly, walking out of his son's room.
"Oh, I left a gift for you in the kitchen—I'm heading off to work, bud!" He called out, walking down the stairs. The house went quiet after the front door slammed shut. Liam's head shot up from looking underneath his bed, a gift? He thought to himself. His eyes widened as he scrambled off the ground, nearly falling back to the ground. The sheer excitement of getting a gift had the teen dashing down the stairs, still trying to zip up his fly—which was not an easy task. It felt like hours-but was probably seconds—before Liam skidded to a skidded to a stop in the kitchen, a small gasp managing to escape past his lips.
"Awesome," Liam said through his smile, quickly grabbing the brand new lacrosse stick and carefully twirling it around in his hands. It was a simple black and red costume made design with a ribbon attached to it. He squinted his eyes, grinning at the his name engraved on the side of it. He looked back up, noticing the piece of paper attached to the counter, Liam picked it and started reading.
"Go get them, Liam! Your mother and I are so proud of you, slugger!
-Love, Mom & Dad ]
Beep, Beep! A horn repeatedly sounded.
"Liam, come on!" An annoyed voice snapped from the other side of the door. He spun around, his eyes darting around as he searched frantically for his keys, knocking a few things over in the process.
"I'm coming," Liam shouted as he almost tripped over the ottoman. Liam pushed out the door, pulling it behind him.
"Finally," the young black boy said. [ Hands crossed, eyes narrowed, Mason—Liam's best friend—stood in front of with a glare, "finally!" He huffed out, dropping his arms back to his side.
Liam scratched the back of his head, "sorry," he muttered sheepishly. Mason rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little. Liam, remembering the stick in his hand, waved it around, his excited smile returning. "Look what my dad gave me!"
Filled with attitude Mason said: "Yes, he gave you a stick-thingy—that's not a reason to make us late!" He glanced at his watch, "especially when your dad left like ten minutes ago!"
"First, this stick-thingy is the Warrior Titan Pro defense pole—and it's awesome!" He added. Liam playfully pushed Mason aside, chuckling as Mason stumbled back.
Mason was a dark-skinned, brown eyes, and a gangly form he was still growing in too, compared to Liam—a few inches shorter, blue-eyes and muscular from lacrosse practice.
"Whatever come on lets go," Mason said turning away. "Whatever, let's go.
Liam looked around, his light blue eyes darting around. "Where's your moms car?" Liam asked
"Shhhh, dude shut up," Mason said though his teeth as he rushed into Liam's personal space.
"What!" Liam said surprised.
"We're riding with my new friends, you know Garret, I introduced you to him last week."
"That's the guy you were into...right?" Liam asked slowly, trying no to laugh as they walked towards the black Ford's truck.
"I never said that, plus he has a girlfriend," Mason said kicking a rock that was on the sidewalk. [ He gasped, quickly shooting a weary look at the car before glaring down at his best friend. "I never said-" he hissed, "plus, he has a girlfriend." Mason muttered.
"Mason's got a crush," Liam started, poking fun of his friend.
"Seriously bro stop, please stop before they hear," Mason begged, just as they approached the car.
"Sup guys," Garret greeted the two boys as they stepped into the car.
"Hi," The light-skinned black girl said from the passage seat, "I'm Violet," She said with a smile. Liam got very quite; he was always kind of quiet when meeting new people. Mason on the other hand was a social butterfly; he was already in a deep conversation with Violet about how amazing she looked and her style.
Garrett looked in the rear-view mirror, his eyes landing on the quiet blonde looking out the window."So Liam you're trying out for the Lacrosse team right?" He paused, catching site of the lacrosse stick. "That stick you had is awesome bro!"
"Yep, and I'm going to be captain," Liam said with confidence. Liam nodded his head in appreciation. "Thanks," his determined blue-eyes met Garret's. "I'm gonna be captain." He said confidently.
"Big words, we'll see if you can do it. No Freshmen has ever made captain not even Jackson Whittmore, and he was the best the team as ever seen,"
"Who?" Liam asked.
"You really didn't do your homework on the team did you?" Garrett started laughing. "Dude, you really should have, but no worries from what I heard last the team is pretty open since Jackson left, the team captain is a moron he never even shows up half the time. I mean that's why we are even having tryouts so late in the school year. Theirs a game in like a month and our captain has missed like 80% of our practices, so I hope your good, it be fun to play with you," Garrett said looking up into the review mirror of the car to see Liam.
"Your on the team?" Liam muttered.
"Yep, I got on last week, you're a little in trying out, but lucks on your side because of how shitty our captain is," Garrett said.
"Who's the team captain?"
Garrett blew out a deep breath, seeming frustrated. "Um, I haven't been properly introduced..." He shrugged his shoulders, thinking. "I've seemed him before—and from what I've heard he's a Junior. I think he's Latino?" He looked at Violet who shrugged him off, returning back to her conversation.
[Liam pressed his lips together. This Scott person sounded good—too good—however, Liam had faith, and, well, he knew he was better. "Well," he shifted in his seat, the same fierce look in his eyes, "it doesn't matter because I'm going to be captain after today." "Well it don't matter cause I'm going to be captain after today,"
"I like your confidence," Violet said peaking over the shoulder of the passenger seat, finally pausing her conversation with Mason.
"Have any of your heard of all these murders in this town? I was reading all of it last night were those ninja guys caught?" Liam asked quickly, changing the subject despite Mason's harsh looks.
"This is Beacon Hills people die very strangely and frequently here," Garret and Violet laughed. Liam and Mason looked at each other with weird out looks on their faces.
Garrett smirked, turning a corner. "This is Beacon Hills—people die very strangely and frequently here," Violet and him both chuckled, sharing a look that didn't go unnoticed by the two sitting behind them.
The car went silent. Mason, eyes bugged out turned his head to Liam. "Frequently?" He mouthed.
Liam did something with his arms, shaking his head. "I heard." Liam turned back around.
"We're here," Garrett said driving into parking lot of the school and pulling right in next to an old multi colored jeep.
"Scott, where the hell are you answer your damn phone?" everyone could clearly make out.
Garrett snorted, turning towards the two Freshman. "That's Stiles," he pointed out. "He's a loser, but friend's with the captain so they keep him on the team." Garrett curled his lip, his eyes holding a deep bitterness, "he's first string—and that pisses me off."
"Thanks for the ride," Liam said jumping out of the car.
"Liam, wait," Mason hissed as he went after his friend. "Where are you going?"
"I'm prepping myself. I have free period and I need to get some practice in before first period-" He stopped, noticing the slight shake of Mason's head. "What?"
Mason shook his head. "That's not what I was talking about." He placed both hands on his friend's shoulder. "Both Liam and Garrett are at the top of the freshman social hierarchy here—you and me can be apart of that Liam." He stressed. "You just have to be nice, I mean, after everything that happened with you at Devenford Prep..don't you want to fit in here?"
"Yes, Mason I want to fit in, but I have you I don't really care if he or anyone else like me," Liam answered back.
First, awe. Second, dude I'm thrilled we're finally in the same school—at the same time—together!"Mason grew quiet—but it was him, the guy wouldn't last in a silent game if he tried. "Look, I just need you to give me this, please? You may not need them—but I do, I need super star Liam Dunbar to actually act like one of the popular people.
"Come on dude, now you're going to make me feel bad," Liam scratched the back of his head with his Lacrosse stick.
"Please, just try to alone with everyone," Mason sighed. "If I don't get in with the popular crowd I'll just be a regular Freshman, giving creepy glances at the fine ass around me."
Fine I'll sit with them at lunch, happy?"
"Yes, thanks" Mason gave Liam a quick hug and rushed back to Violet and Garrett, who hadn't even gotten out of the car yet. As Liam looked at them they seemed to be focused on the boy with the funny name in the old jeep. Liam didn't think much of it and walked off to get ready for practice.
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