BLUNT. | Liam Dunbar

That Tool? - Chapter Thirteen

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"What?" I croaked out, it didn't even sound like a whisper, it was quieter.

Mason walked up behind me, still in his workout clothes, and we both watched as Liam walked up to the next player to exit the bus. "Liam, no, no, no!" Mason whisper-yelled.

The kid was at least a foot taller than Liam, but I easily knew that Liam could take him... supernatural strength and all. "Brett," Liam said.

"Ah, here we go." I gritted my teeth as the tall one, Brett, stepped up to Liam.

"I just wanted to say..." Liam paused, I could see his back muscles flexing. "Have a good game."

Brett stared down at Liam for a moment, then bursted out laughing, as did the rest of the team. Liam seemed to shrink down, almost. I shook my head, "That's it--" Mason grabbed my shoulders, holding me back.

Brett smirked down at Liam. "That's cute, Liam. Is that what they told you to say in anger management? Apologize and everything's fine?" Brett leaned forward in Liam's face, scrunching his nose. "You demolished coach's car."

Liam snarled up at Brett, "I paid for it."

"Yeah, you're going to pay for it. We're going to break you in half out there. And it's going to be all your fault." Brett smiled.

"Oh, shit!" Scott exclaimed behind me. He handed me a lacrosse stick as Stiles and him rushed out to Liam, and I couldn't hold it in anymore, I rushed out there too... with my random lacrosse stick.

Scott pulled Liam back and I shook my head at Scott. "Let's go," Scott nodded to Liam, pulling him away from the crowd and taking him somewhere. Stiles turned to Brett.

"Hey, what's going on prep students? Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" He stuck his hand out, which Brett happily declined. Stiles nodded sarcastically. "That's a firm handshake you got there. Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight. Uh, but... let's keep it clean, alright? No rough stuff out there. Alright," Stiles nodded, "see you on the field." he turned to me, shaking his head, "Go."

I huffed, walking up to Brett. I smiled up at him, "Brett, right?"

I smirked back at his buddies, then turned back to me, "Yeah."

I put my hand out, "Annie Argent, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Brett shook my hand, and in my other one, I held out the lacrosse stick, still holding onto his right hand. "Could you hold this for a second?"

Brett hesitantly took it, and smirked before I jammed the end of it into his toe and grabbed his hand tightly. By pulling down on it, I got an accelerator to help me pull him up and over myself... Which I did. I watched as Brett flew through the air, and landed on his butt behind me. I whipped the hair behind my shoulders, then turned around, walking around Brett who was sitting on the ground, his mouth wide. "Thanks," I smiled, pulling the stick back from him.

I turned to Stiles who stood with his mouth gaping. I shut his mouth, "Close your mouth, you don't want to catch flies."

I grabbed his hand and ran with him into the locker room. I could hear running water and growling. I held tighter to Stiles's hand as we turned the corner.

Scott was trying his best to hold Liam under the water, trying to calm him, and Stiles rushed over to help. Liam's eyes were glowing a bright gold, and I covered my mouth, knowing he didn't want to be like this. He didn't want to be a werewolf. Liam finally calmed a tad bit down, and Stiles shook him. "You calm yet?"

Liam growled, freaking out once more. Scott slammed him into the wall. I ran over, crouching on my knees in front of the shower, far away I couldn't get hurt, but close enough where Liam could see me. Liam said that I was his anchor, and I was going to do anything I could to help him.

"Liam!" I yelled, "Focus on my voice. Liam, just--just focus on my voice. Anything you have to do, just focus on me, okay? Just focus."

Liam panted, "Okay!" he shoved Stiles off of him, "I'm okay."

I sighed with relief as Scott released him. I didn't worry about the fact he was soaking wet in his clothes, I ran forward and hugged him tightly around his torso. "I'm okay," he nodded, putting his hands on my waist. "I'm fine."

I let go, nodding. I didn't believe him. I walked over and sat down on a bench in the locker room next to Stiles. Liam slid down the wall of the shower, and sat down. Scott crouched down in front of him.

"That car you smashed," Scott said, "I thought you said it was your teacher's?"

Liam nodded, "He was also my coach. He benched me for the entire season."

Scott shook his head, "What did you do?"

Liam shrugged, "I got a couple of red cards."

"Just a couple?" Stiles snorted, and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"You got to be honest with us." Scott shook his head. "What else happened?"

"Nothing." Liam shook his head, "I got kicked out of school. They sent me to a psychologist for an evaluation."

"What did they call it?"

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder." Liam said, he wouldn't look at me, like he was ashamed to say it in front of me.

"I.E.D.?" Stiles sat forward, "You're literally an I.E.D.? That's great. That's great." Stiles nodded sarcastically.

"Stiles..." I shook my head.

Stiles raised his hand, "Scott, you literally gave werewolf powers to walking timebomb!"

"Stiles!" I really yelled it this time, and everyone shut up.

Scott sighed, turning back to Liam. "Did they give you anything for it?"

"Risperdal. It's an antipsychotic." Liam blinked rapidly.

Stiles huffed, "Oh, this just gets better."

"Seriously, Stiles... shut up." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"But I don't take it," Liam shook his head.

"Obviously," Stiles commented.

I looked over at Stiles and punched him in the throat. Stiles leaned over coughing. He looked back at me, holding his throat. He went to talk and nothing came out. I smiled, "I swelled your Adam's apple. You'll resume communications in about half an hour."

Stiles inaudibly cursed at me, and I turned my attention back to Liam. "Liam, why don't you take it?"

"I can't play lacrosse on it. It makes me too tired."

Scott sighed, "Okay. I think you should bail out of the game. Tell coach your leg is still hurting."

"No, no!" Liam shook his head, standing up. "I can do this." He looked over at me, "Especially if you're there."

I couldn't help but blush, even though a chill went up my back because of my wet shirt.

Scott shook his head, "But, Liam, it's not just about the game. We think whoever killed Demarco might be on our team."

Liam creased his eyebrows, "Who's Demarco?"

Stiles coughed, and finally he got words out. They were faint, but they were there. "The one who brought the beer to the party. The guy who was beheaded? Remember?"

"We think the person who ordered the keg killed Demarco." Scott nodded, and Liam's eyes widened. "Liam, what, do you know something?"

Liam shook his head, "I don't know who ordered the keg, but I know who paid for it."

I sat forward, "Who?"

"Garrett."

"Really?" Stiles whined, "That tool?"