Broken - A Liam Dunbar Story

Mason Hewitt

A/N: I hope im doing this series justice, please if im not tell me. i work really hard on this story and i hope everyone likes this story. Thanks and keep reading.

I woke up the next morning on the floor of the living room in the Martin house, I rolled over and picked up my phone seeing it was 6:30 and Lydia still had yet to wake up, I pushed myself up off the makeshift bed on the floor and crawled over to the couch were a very unattractive Lydia Martin slept. I silently giggled and contemplated taking a picture for blackmail. Just as I reached for my phone, I heard her voice warn me.

"Don't you dare," she yawned and stretched then got up off the couch. "I will murder you without a second thought if you ever take a picture of me sleeping." she flattened her hair as she got up. I sat back on my heels feeling dejected, all my plans out the window. She pulled me up and pushed me into her bathroom to have a quick shower. She made sure to tell me it had to be quick as she still had to get ready too. When I got out Lydia had arranged an outfit on her bed for me to get dressed in. A black high low sheer skirt with a white lacy spaghetti strap top. I pulled on all my bracelets and tugged on my high heeled combat boots. Lydia soon emerged, in her own outfit, consisting of a maroon floral dress, her hair still pulled back in a towel. She sat me down in front of her vanity, and got to work on making me look hot for the first day of sophomore year. Half an hour later I couldn't even recognise myself, my hair was half up in a messy bun and the rest of my hair hung loosely around my shoulders in messy waves. My makeup was simple yet edgy and I loved it. She went to work on her own makeup and hair as I pulled on my denim jacket and rolled up the sleeves. Lydia turned to me.

"Wow you look hot, Liam won't be able to keep his little werewolf hands off you today." She winked at me as she pulled on her tan ankle boots. I blushed.

"Why are you trying to make me hot for Liam?" I asked her as we made our way into the kitchen where her mom had set up two large glasses of some form of smoothie with a bowl or fruit next to it, we sat down as she answered me.

"Because everyone can see the way he looks at you, he's looked at you like that since the two of you met, so I'm trying to show him that you're a bit more approachable this year, and you need to own what you got. Because girl you have got some killer legs, and I am seriously jealous. Your no longer with Brett so you need to start fresh, all I'm saying is you need to move on from what Brett did." She placed her hand on mine as we finished breakfast and hopped into her car. On our way to school we belted out the lyrics to 'The Veronicas'. As we pulled up Scott and Stiles were lent against the jeep looking to be in a bit of a discussion. Stiles had his arms crossed over his chest and Scott looked upset in some way. I giggled slightly as I watched Stiles and his hand movements as he tried to make his point to my brother before he huffed and rolled his eyes. Lydia turned to me one last time as she parked.

"Remember, head up and be confident, own what you got and remember you are hot, and any guy would be lucky to have you." She leant over the hand break and gave me a tight squeeze. I nodded my head and put a strong yet impassive look on my face. I was not going to let Brett continue to get to me, he could no longer hurt me. I took a deep breath getting out of her car as Stiles had a small spaz attack.

"She looks good doesn't she Stiles?" Lydia joked nudging him in his ribs.

"Fuck Lydia, good doesn't even begin to touch it. Amya, you look beautiful, if Liam doesn't go for you I might have to," his eyes looking me up and down as I glanced down at the ground. I heard a 'whack' causing my head to snap up and I saw Scott glaring daggers at his spazzy best friend.

"I'm... uh just going to go..." I trailed off pointing in the direction of school. Lydia and Scott nodded, and I felt Stiles eyes still glued to my back, I heard another 'whack' and a 'what the fuck' from behind me but didn't bother turning around. Knowing full well that Scott was just being over protective of me. I sauntered into school, my high low skirt flowing behind me, with my head held high, just like Lydia told me to do, I had every boy in the hall way drooling over me by the time I'd got to my locker.