He's only 15; he isn't going to Prom

A/N: Sorry for lateness!

"So are you girls prepared for 'A Night to Remember'?" Stiles asked as he set his lunch tray down. He kissed Malia on the cheek as he sat down beside her. The Pack was outside of lunch, enjoying the surprising breezy weather in late May. Malia has the table covered in books as she hurried to finish her last English essay with Lydia, who'd already finished and handed it in, adding in her two cents when Malia was stuck.

"Almost. We're going to book a limo after school." Lydia said as she bit into her red, juicy apple. Her blood red lipstick stayed on as she seemingly unhinged her jaw to take a bigger bite. Malia's stomach grumbled loudly and she ripped off a piece of her sandwich and chewed it aggressively. Scott sat down beside Kira, who was silently reading her history textbook. He kissed her on the cheek and she sent him a shy smile.

"I hate English." Malia growled as she furiously typed on her laptop.

"Do you guys have everything else done for Prom?"

"Ya, even some things unexpected." Lydia raised her eyebrow suggestively. "I stopped by the pharmacy earlier for some...supplies." Liam avoided looking at the senior boys pants but it was much harder then usual (pun intended).

Nobody noticed Liam squirm, clearly uncomfortable at the table's topic of discussion, and shift his eyes around the quad to look for his sophomore friends.

"Who are you taking Lyd? Parrish?" Scott asked as he wrapped his arm around Kira. Lydia shot a glare in his direction.

"No." She said exasperatedly with an eye roll. "Your father put him on patrol that night, unexpectedly." Stiles shrugged innocently.

"What about that guy in our Bio class?" Scott suggested.

"Mark? As if." She scoffed.

"Derek?" Stiles added in. "He's not my first choice but-

"Oh would you guys cut it out! You all know nobody's asked me, no need to rub it in." She chomped unhappily into her apple as she seethed. "Clearly, I'm too intimidating to be approached by the immature, half-evolved male population here-" When Scott began to protest she continued, "Yes I mean you too, Mr. Wolf."

Liam smiled as he received a text from Hayden. The phone was in his lap because he felt it would be rude to openly text as his friends talked. He sent back a winky face and blushed as Hayden replied with a not so innocent text. He felt naked reading the words in public.

"Who are you texting?" Lydia asked Liam suddenly, hoping to get the attention off of her.

"Oh-uh-" Liam was flustered, as he didn't expect to get caught. "No one really."

"Liam, I don't know any 15 year old boy who looks down at his crotch and smiles." Liam felt his face turn red as the Pack laughed. "Who are you texting?"

Before Liam could stutter a reply Malia spoke up. "Who are you taking Liam?" Liam looked up in surprise at Malia's question.

"What?" Liam was prepared to smooth his face in case this was just Malia talking without a filter. He couldn't show his hurt about not being able to go to prom. Everyone would see and they'd try to 'talk' to him. Ugh! Liam didn't do those cheesy, after school special talks. Of course, what fifteen year old boy would? He looked around the table but Stiles seemed too preoccupied by his spilt water, Lydia was sucking seductively on her apple while eye f*cking a jock across the quad, and Scott and Kira were gazing lovingly into each other's eyes across the table.

"Who are you taking to prom? Why don't you ask Lydia?" Malia suggested. "Lydia?" Malia shook Lydia's arm and Lydia cut her attention away from the jock and back to her friends.

"Do you want to answer her or shall I?" Lydia asked, not even bothering to look up as she picked apart her salad.

"Malia, I'm not going to prom because I'm not a senior." Liam tried to be as blunt as possible to avoid the attention. He hated that he wasn't the same age as the rest of the pack. Normally it wasn't an issue and they treated him the same, but once it was brought up he felt they treated him with 'kid gloves'.

"So?" Malia asked. Liam gave Lydia a look.

"Your turn." He said. She gave him a small, almost not there, smile before turning to her friend.

"An underclassman can't ask an upperclassman to a dance they aren't even invited to. It's fine, Mal, I'm sure I can get the basketball captain to ask me. He's been not to subtly flirting with me in English class, he just need a little push in the right direction. Teenage boys would never survive without us, they're too daft to even make a move."

"Well then why doesn't Lydia ask Liam? She's invited to prom, right?" Malia continued. Liam desperately wanted this conversation to end.

"Malia, it's fine." Lydia soothed. "It's fine, right Liam?"

"Hmm, ya it's fine. Lydia will find a date, no problem." Liam waved it off like it was nothing but judging by the look Scott was giving him, his heartbeat was giving him away. "Oh, there's Mason. I have to talk to him about something, I'll be back." As subtly as he could he walked quickly to his best friend, and fellow underclassman, who was sitting at a table all by himself.

"Hey dude, I was looking for you." Mason greeted Liam with a warm smile.

"You know they wouldn't mind if you sat with them right?" Liam said, 'them' being the Pack. Liam had been giving the clear from Scott to let Mason into the 'outer circle', even if he said "intense" a little too often. "In fact, you would've saved me from the awkward 'prom' conversation."

Mason barked out a laugh. "What?"

"Lydia doesn't have a prom date and Malia wanted me to ask her out."

Mason almost choked on his salad and took a long sip from his water bottle. "I like that girl." He finally said. "She's blunt and to the point."

"Ya but Hayden would castrate me if I went with her."

"Well she's already tied you to a flagpole once."

"Ugh don't remind me."

"Dude, even I know you don't tell a girl she looks like stuffed watermelon in a dress." Mason shook his head at his friends stupidity. "AND you insulted her favourite soccer team."

"Manchester United is by far the-"

"Dude," Mason held up his hands. "I don't care."

"Mmhmm. " Liam hummed.

"So are you gonna take Lydia?"

"Dude no."

"But Lydia's hot, right?"

"Ya, she's supermegafoxyawesome hot but-..." Liam paused. "Mason, can you tell me if Scott's dictating this conversation to the Pack?"

"Would he do that?" Mason asked but he still looked over Liam's shoulder at the Pack. "Oh, Scott's blushing I think you just caught him mid-act." Liam sighed and buried his head in his arms on the table.

"What did you catch Scott doing?" Hayden asked as she put her tray down on the table.

"Eavesdropping because he's a nosy Alpha. Bad doggy." Liam shot that jab at Scott.

Hayden laughed. Liam loved her laugh, it was like dangling wind chimes. "So, what new?" Hayden asked. "Don't you usually sit with those guys on Thursdays?" Hayden jutted her chin towards the Pack.

"Malia wanted Lydia and me to go to prom together so Liam sought some solitude to be faithful to you." Liam blushed and looked at the ground.

Hayden cackled. "Should I be jealous? I mean redheads are in this year."

"I'll help you fund the limo." Mason offered. "But Hayden's taking you shopping. I'm so done after that mannequin incident at Macy's." Liam threw back his head and laughed.

"That was a fun one."

"For YOU maybe. I can't even look at a mannequin now without feeling violated."

"Can you even ask her to Prom? Can underclassmen do that?" Hayden thought out loud.

Liam sighed, "sometimes they forget I'm younger than they are."

"Or she's just Malia being Malia and not conforming to typical social structures." Hayden suggested. Liam loved how causal she was being about this. She didn't see the popular strawberry blonde as a threat to their relationship unlike most girls would.

"I'm 15, I don't go to prom." Liam mumbled.

"Well when we're seniors I expect the whole pizzazz for my promposal." Hayden told Liam seriously. Hayden's guilty pleasure was her weakness for all things romantic. She had a Pintrest board dedicated to wedding and Promposals with huge public demonstrations, like songs and flash mobs.

"Oh, who says I'm asking you?" Liam asked, even though with the way things were going they'd probably be dating Senior year. Hayden laughed and leaned closer to Liam. Liam mirrored her action.

"Because you have brain cells." Hayden said matter-of-factually. "I always like to dance, keep that in mind."

"I'll remember. I always remember."

"Is that so?" She smiled and put her on the table, leaving it open for Liam to grab.

"Although I'm distracted by you're beauty so you'll have to teach me ways to remember."

"Oh I see so-Mason, where are you going?"

"I'm going to puke glitter and rainbows if you guys continue flirting." The two of them pulled apart. "And Stiles is fake puking already."

"Oh my god." Liam hid his face in his hands. Mason laughed.

"So, what are you thinking?"

"How my friends are going to die a slow, bloody death."

"Can you wait until after prom? I don't think my parents would approve of me dating a delinquent."

"I can be so much badder." Liam raised an eyebrow. "Want me to show you?"

"AND I'm gone." Mason left the table to join the Pack's. Liam and Hayden laughed.

"So, is it still tough being 15?" Hayden asked as they sat nuzzled together on Liam's couch. Her head was tucked under his neck and they were both wrapped in a long beige blanket.

"Nah," Liam said as Hayden slipped her arm under his shirt. "There's no one in the senior class as attractive as you are."

"Not even Lydia."

Liam chuckled, "not even Lydia."

A/N: R and R