Request: Liam imagine where there’s a dance coming up and she gets asked by another guy before liam does and she says yes? Thanks!!!
“You know, you’re never gonna get anywhere if you just sit here and stare at her,” Stiles said, stuffing another cafeteria-cooked French fry in his mouth.
Liam had been staring at you from across the cafeteria since lunch had started, and as long as you remained oblivious to his loving glances, he was going to continue them.
“Dude, seriously, this is creepy,” Stiles shook his head. “Just ask her to the dance already.”
Liam sighed finally looking away from you to look down at his completely full plate. He poked at the macaroni on his plate with a plastic fork.
“I can’t,” he mumbled.
“And why not?”
At that point, Liam wished that the rest of the pack was there; he figured they’d be better to talk to about this Stiles who was not helping the situation at all. Nevertheless, the pack had gotten themselves stuck with lunch detention for something Liam couldn’t even remember.
“The other day I overheard her say that dances weren’t her thing. She thinks they’re stupid.”
“Uh huh, and by overheard, you mean eavesdropping?”
“That’s beside the point, Stiles,” Liam rolled his eyes.
“Whatever,” Stiles retorted. He stood up, grabbing ahold of his nearly empty lunch tray.
Later that day, Liam spotted you at your locker like he usually did before your last class of the day. This time, however, he wanted to move in to talk to you. He was actually going to try listening to Stiles.
His confidence was at an all time high until he noticed an unfamiliar boy walk up to you and slip his hand around your waist. Liam’s heart shattered as you smiled up at the boy, giggling as he kissed your cheek.
And even though Liam wanted nothing more than to run away and hide, he still found himself walking over to you and your new love interest. He had no clue why.
“H-hey, [Y/n],” Liam stuttered.
You turned away from the boy beside him to look at Liam who only ever really talked to you when he needed to borrow notes or the occasional pen and pencil.
“Hey, Liam! Did you need to borrow my math notes again?” You automatically assumed.
“No, I was actually just stopping by to say hey.”
“Oh,” you nodded, “Well, ey.” You tightly gripped the strap of your bookbag when an awkward tension filled the air.
“So who’s this?” Liam took a quick glance at the silent boy beside you.
“Oh, right, sorry! This is Nate. He’s my…friend. He actually asked me to the dance last week,” you informed joyfully. “Nate, this is my friend Liam.”
“Nice to meet you,” Nate said.
Liam brushed it off as if he hadn’t said anything, “I’ve never seen you before. You go to school here?”
“Yeah, I’m a junior.”
“Oh,” Liam said quietly. He slightly glared at the older boy.
“Yeah, well I better get going to class,” Nate said awkwardly. He turned to you. “I’ll talk to you later?” he asked.
“Of course.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek which made Liam furious, but he somehow managed to contain his anger—well, barely.
“Bye, [Y/n]. Bye, Liam.”
Liam mumbled a small ‘bye’ under his breath.
The better part of him wanted to be nice to your new ‘friend’, but he just couldn’t find it in himself to do so. He could only imagine he’d be in Nate’s position if he’d asked you out earlier, but poor Liam was just a bit too late.