We’re running suicides. Liam and I are in a competition, seeing who can get all twenty done fastest.
I fall down onto the grass, my face getting cut on a rock. Huh, what are the odds? Thanks luck for making my migraine even worse. Thumbs up to you. I start to get up. “(Y/N), do not get up.” Liam says.
“But I’m halfway there.” I whine and flip onto my butt. He grabs me and lifts me up. I conveniently rest my head on his chest. The non-bloody side.
“You had a headache since sixth period, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.” I say. “Liam?”
“Thanks for noticing.” He smiles and I smile a little, closing my eyes.
I listen as he walks in the school. He sets me on the floor, up against the lockers. Ah, cold. Liam! I need your warmth! I open my eyes and see him grabbing the first aid kit. He comes back over and straddles my legs. But he’s up on his knees. He starts to clean my cut with an alcohol pad. “It stings.”
“Oh come on. The number one lacrosse player has to be tougher than that.” He jokes and I laugh.
“Not when she has a booboo.”
“Well then boohoo, toughen up.” I smile and he throws the pad on the ground. I watch as he grabs butterfly bandages out of the kit. He unwraps them then pinches my cut together, putting three down my face.
“Do you want them to heal faster or not?”
“Well I’ll have a scar from it. It’ll make me cool.” I say and he starts packing the kit up.
“Oh yeah, so much popularity.” He says, getting off me, leaving my legs cold. He puts it back then walks over to me. He picks me up and sets me on my feet. Stiles and Scott run in. Stiles comes over and stands in between us.
“No, this is not happening.” He says, pointing at both of us.
“Nothing is happening, Stiles! We’re just friends!” I exclaim.
“Something is happening and I don’t like that something! Especially when this something involves my sister.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want me to have friends?”
“I want you to have friends, just not this kid, I don’t want you hurt.”
“He’s not going to hurt me.”
“How do you-”
“She’s right.” Scott interrupts. “He’s not going to hurt his anchor.” Stiles’ eyes widen and so don’t mine.
“Anchor?” We ask at the same time. Suddenly, Liam runs out. I push Stiles out of the way and run after him. I stumble into lockers on my way down the hall.
“Liam!” I call. “Liam, wait!” I fall down but quickly get back up…just to fall down again. Only if I could like, slither down the hall. Can I? I try to wiggle down the hall. Nope, can’t do it. Liam stops running and turns around. “I’m very weak right now so could you possibly come over here and help me?” I ask. He laughs and walks down the hall towards me.
Liam picks me up and sets me on my feet. I hold onto his arm. “You okay?” He asks and I nod.
“Why didn’t you tell me that I was your anchor?” I ask.
“Because of Stiles.”
“Hey, if we’re going to be friends, you have to realize that my brother cannot control me even if he tries to or acts like it okay?” He nods. “I’ll prove it to you too.”
“You don’t need to prove it to me. I know that you’re not your brothers property.”
“But hey, it’ll be fun.” I say and smirk.
I wait until I hear both boys snoring until I climb out my window. I jump onto a tree next to my room and climb down that. I pull the string to close my window. I run down the road as fast as I can.
After a while, I get to Liam’s house. I never told him what I was doing…this will be a surprise. I walk around his house and see his window. I’ve been here before, I know what window is his. I start to throw pebbles at it. “Liam go to the fucking window.” I say under my breath.
The window opens and Liam sticks his head out. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Proving it to you.” I smirk and he laughs. “Now let me in.” I say and he nods, closing the window.
I go around to the front and the door unlocks, opening. Liam stands there in shorts and a t-shirt. I go up the steps and walk in. “Is this really how you’re going to prove it to me? Coming to my house in the middle of the night?”
“Well I was also thinking about going on the roof and star gazing if you’d like.” He laughs a little, nodding.
“Sure.” He says and we go inside.
We get up to his room and he opens the window. “I can go up first and then I can pull you up.” He says, climbing out. I set my stuff on his bed and I go over. I stick my head out. He gets up and reaches out a hand to me.
“Dunbar, if you drop me I will kill you.” I say and take his hand.
“I won’t.” He laughs and pulls me up. We go up the roof a little further and lie down.
“My dad and my brother are going to be so pissed if they find out I’m not home.” I laugh. I look at the stars. They’re all so bright tonight.
“Did you ever do this at your private school?”
“No, it was always so cold over there. I could never do anything but I did stuff anyways. But when I came back, I realized that all that happens is Stiles does the same thing. He never lets me do anything unless I’m with one of the seniors from the pack.” I move my head onto his shoulder and his arm wraps around me.
Stiles is wrong about Liam in so many ways. He has great hair, perfect body, amazing personality, charming smile, perfect body…wait I said that already…
“Do you want to do something tomorrow? It’s Friday and we don’t have practice.” I ask.
“Play video games and eat pizza?”
“So my house then.” He laughs. “Yeah, totally. I’m down with that.”
“I’ll come over about five, okay?”