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Liam Dunbar & Stiles Stilinski | I See Red

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You rushed down long hallways with a huge smile, you had officially made the volleyball team. The first person you wanted to tell was Stiles and as you turned the corner, you felt your heart shatter. Stiles and Malia stood in front of his locker, his hands plants on her hips and his lips pressed firmly against hers. You stood there in shock, every part of you wanted to scream at him,   but your lips remained closed. As they pull apart, Stiles notices you standing there and his eyes widen. You turn on your heel, walking as fast as you could, away from them. You feel a hand grab your arm, forcing you to stop. "Please, it didn't mean anything." 

You turn slowly and laugh, "I'll remember that." You shake your arm free from his grasp, leaving him in the middle of the hallway. Liam walks past you, noticing a familiar look of anger and stops you. "What happened?" You turn back and look at Stiles, "Ask him." Liam follows your gaze, he shakes his head and follows you to the parking lot. 

"Wait, do you want to talk about it?" He leans his head through your passenger window. You unlock the door and shake your head, "No, I really don't. Get in." He opens the door and slowly sits down, "Are you okay?" You laugh and speed out of the parking lot. 

For the next few months, Liam spent every day with you. Stiles and Malia started dating a few weeks after you caught them, so Liam devoted his time to helping you through the breakup. You refused to shed any tears over Stiles and seeing them together only made you want to prove you were happier, without him. 

Stiles made countless efforts to talk to you, he would call and text, or even try to ambush you at school. Liam could see how close you were to letting Stiles back in so he took you to his favourite place in town, later that night. You sat in your car, listening to music with him, looking over the small town. He, suddenly, turns down the music, "I have something to say."

You turn your body to face him, "Go for it." He takes a deep breath, "I've had feelings for you ever since we became friends and I didn't say anything before because you were with Stiles, but now you're not and-" You cut of his sentence by pressing your lips against his. His hands cup your cheeks as your lips move in sync and you feel every muscle in your body relax. He pulls away slowly, "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He whispers, you nod and smile. 

The next day at school, you walk into your biology class and see Stiles sitting at your station. You roll your eyes and sit down next to him, "This isn't your seat." He turns his body on the stool and leans closer, "I know but we really need to talk about what happened." 

You shake your head, "No, I would rather not talk about how you cheated on me." He sighs and puts his hand on your forearm, "I never meant for that to happen. We were just helping her with her transitions and she must have gotten the wrong idea. We're not even dating, she made that up." You turn your head to meet his eyes, you recognized the intense sadness they held. Yours held the same look, weeks ago. "I'm sorry. All I'm asking for, is a chance to make this right." 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and his head falls into the crook of your neck, "Come over tonight, we can talk more then." You close your eyes and rest your head against his as he tightened his arms around your waist. You didn't realize until that moment just how much you missed him.