Never Let Me Go » Liam Dunbar

the one with the goalie

Sophie certainly never felt as though she was intended to be born into the Martin family. What with her lack of Martin traits- she'd landed chestnut hair and a rounded jaw from her father, as opposed to the silky strawberry blonde hair and square jaw of her mother and sister. Instead she always had the nagging feeling that she instead would have belonged better in a middle-sized home in a town where jeans and shirts were par, instead of Coach school totes and leather chukka heels.

But being a member of the Martin family, whether deserving or not, meant that at an ungodly hour of the morning, Sophie was sat at her vanity, gently applying bronzer to her jaw line and trying not to dust any powder on the collar of her white button-up blouse, which was tucked delicately into the waist of her light washed boyfriend jeans.

"Are you almost ready?" Lydia poked her head into the doorway, her thin hands wrapping around the frame as she looked over her younger sister's outfit for the day. A thin camel belt was through the loops of her jeans and her feet were covered in strappy blue sandals, a pop of color in her basic yet put together look. Sophie faced the girl in the doorway and nodded, closing her bronzer and setting the brush down on the vanity.

"Almost, I've just got to do... something with my hair." Sophie breathed, looking at her reflection long and hard. She wasn't the spitting image of her sister. In fact, most found it a shock that they weren't just friends or cousins, even. It hurt to think that she looked absolutely nothing like her gorgeous and intelligent sister, instead being shy and barely scraping up A's and B's.

Lydia traipsed into the room in her usual fashion, standing just over Sophie's shoulders in the mirror and planting her hands on her hips. She examined the freshly dried brown locks, twisting one in her fingers before grabbing a brush and beginning to run in through. Sophie closed her eyes and cherished the feeling for a moment before looking at her nails, which Lydia'd painted white yesterday in preparation for the looming day at school.

"You look beautiful." Lydia promised, resting her chin on Sophie's shoulder and staring at her baby sister's reflection. Sophie's hair was teased and twisted up into a bouncy ponytail that only Lydia would have been able to compose, and Sophie was thankful for that. If she couldn't be like her sister in reality, at least she could in theory.

The girls stood and grabbed their respective shoulder bags, giving their mother a kiss goodbye before sucking in their last breaths of freedom and climbing into the bright blue bug parked in the drive, the gears in their minds twisting furiously to fill the silence of the car ride to hell.

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Sophie's hands wrapped around her tiny elbows in an attempt to conserve heat as she sat on the bleachers, watching the boys round themselves up for early morning lacrosse practice. It was not a part of her plans for high school to be stuck watching sweaty boys run around for an hour before school almost every morning, but Lydia was always there and also happened to be Sophie's only means of getting to school, so there she was as well.

"Who is that?" She asked, leaning into her sister and nodding in the direction of the goal, where a boy that was certainly not Danny was catching ball after ball, nothing passing him by. Sophie recognized another freshman, a cute boy named Garrett from her English class, as being the one pelting ball after ball at the goal. They weren't easy shots, either.

"No idea." Lydia mumbled, lost in her own world before being torn from her thoughts. That had been happening a lot lately, ever since Sophie had found a reciept in her closet from a convenience store in Mexico. It was dated the weekend Lydia'd claimed she was camping with Stiles, Scott, Malia, and Kira. But Sophie preferred to keep things to herself, and neither Lydia nor their mother knew about her knowledge.

She couldn't help but wonder what exactly Lydia and her friends had been doing in Mexico. In fact, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was that they did most of the time, seeing as they frequently disappeared late at night and just so happened to be present when Allison had been killed. It was all too suspicious, and no matter how much Sophie didn't want to believe that her sister was involved in all of the suspicious killings happening lately, she had.

Garrett ran out of balls to throw at the boy in goal and and stepped forward, pulling his helmet off and holding it casually under his arm. Sophie squinted, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at the boy. He looked younger than Scott and Stiles, who appeared more than slightly disgruntled, and had messy brownish hair and light skin. He sauntered to Garrett, who was wearing a wide smirk that Sophie couldn't help but scowl at. Something about Garrett always seemed strange and creepy to her, and not just the fact that he was overly confident.

Watching the boys practice was only interesting to a point- a point which Sophie reached within the first ten minutes. The rest of practice was spent reading an ancient, battered copy of Pride and Prejudice, until which point the boys disappeared into the locker room and she gathered her things, hurrying into the building and manuevering her way to her locker.

"You look cute." Sophie lifted her head and grinned at Violet, who was dressed to the nines with a cute pendant hanging around her neck.

"Thanks, I love your necklace." She commented, dropping her history book into her locker and slamming it closed. The two girls walked side by side towards their English classroom, elbows linked and matching smiles on their faces.

"This old thing!" Violet laughed loudly, holding the large metal setting in her fingers and twisting it to look at. "It's nifty, isn't it?" Sophie nodded, her eyes wandering the halls as they took a right past the stairwell. Just as her eyes grazed over the hall, somebody bumped her shoulder and Sophie looked up, her steps faltering slightly as she caught eyes with the boy from the field that morning.

His hard eyes softened slightly and they both seemed transfixed momentarily. But Violet and Sophie kept walking, and so did the boy, though both craned their necks to watch until the boy's friend sent an elbow into his chest and Violet yanked Sophie towards Garrett, her head snapping around and a bright smile forming on her face.

"Hey, great playing out their this morning." Sophie complimented, grinning at Garrett.

"You weren't even paying attention!" He scoffed, dropping an arm around Violet's shoulder.

"Yes I was!" Sophie glanced over her shoulder impulsively in time to see the back of the boy's head as he rounded the corner.

"Wow, really? You sure seem incredibly attentive." Garrett teased, and Sophie's face flushed as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sorry," She sighed, biting the inside of her cheek out of habit. "Just a bit distracted this morning, I guess."

Ah I started a new Teen Wolf fic about Liam because wanna know what Liam rhymes with? YUM. THAT'S WHAT. I'm trying this new third person thing and it's probably not really my thing, but like why not? Let me know what you think! Votes don't mean as much without comments, so feel free to leave some (nice) feedback.