Teen Wolf Imagines

The Cheerleader and the Lacrosse Player (Brett Talbot)

You roll your head slowly from side to side, trying to stretch in preparation for the upcoming game. Beacon Hills High against Devenford Prep, it was going to be a close one. As head cheerleader for BHHS, you knew you had to be on your A game to hype up the team as well as the spectators.

As you check your hair in the camera on your phone, you notice your friend, Mason, approaching quickly from behind you. You tug your high ponytail into place one last time before turning to him. "What's up, Mason? You look like you're freaking out." Mason sighs and points towards the front of the school, where the buses carrying the Devenford Prep lacrosse team have just arrived. "It's Liam. He went up to Brett to try and say 'good game' and all that, but it didn't go over well and now they're at each other's throats."

You curse softly under your breath, tugging your cheerleading miniskirt back into place before walking quickly over to the front of the school. Sure enough, there's Brett, tall and cocky as described, and Liam, fists clenched at his sides. You put on a calm face and come to a stop next to Liam, lifting your arm so you can lean on his shoulder.

You turn to your friend, grinning. "So this is the Devenford guy? Man, I didn't think it was possible to be that much of an asshole by just existing." Brett looks you up and down, a smirk starting to form on his face. "And who are you? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before. You might want to ditch this loser and come hang with us."

Beside you, you can feel Liam tense up, but you just laugh at Brett. "No, thanks. Green isn't my color. And to be honest, it doesn't really look like it's yours either." Lim laughs next to you, and you smile inwardly, happy to have broken up this confrontation. "Let's go, Liam. I don't like spending time with future losers." With that, you slip your arm through your friend's, forcing him away from Brett and the Devenford players.

Once you're out of earshot of the others, you look at Liam in exasperation. "Jeez, Liam, I thought we were trying to be more cool about things. You know, like not trying to kill the Devenford boys within their first ten minutes of being here?" Liam sighs, frustratedly running his hands through his hair. "You think I don't know that? All I wanted to do was say good game and move on, but Brett was the one to turn it into a shouting match." Your friend gives you a sidelong look, a grin forming on his face despite his annoyance with himself. "I do have to say, though, watching you make fun of Brett Talbot was one of the funniest things I've seen in a while."

You let yourself laugh too, glancing back over your shoulder at Brett and the Devenford players, although they've already headed out towards the field. "Trust me, I enjoyed it just as much as you did. They're total jerks."

Before you know it, it's time for the lacrosse game to begin. The golden sunshine of day has been replaced by the darkness of night, and the high-powered lights surrounding the field have been switched on, drenching the turf in harsh fluorescents. You take your place as captain in the front with the rest of your cheer team, adjusting your top and tilting your head slightly from side to side so you can feel the swoosh of your ponytail against your shoulders.

Across the field, you feel someone's eyes on you and you turn slowly to see Brett watching you from his position at the center line. He doesn't look away when you notice him, just flashes you a smirk that only grows when you glare at him. Just then the ref blows his whistle, announcing the start of the game, and you can finally shift your attention away from the tall lacrosse player and back to the rest of your cheer team.

Unfortunately, the lacrosse game seems to go from bad to worse. Brett's got it out for Liam, and he and his teammates try their best to injure your friend at every play of the game. You watch through worried eyes as Liam gets knocked down again and again, barely stopping himself from wolfing out. You swear the entire school can see the golden glow of his eyes, although when you look around nobody seems to notice anything amiss.