Author's Note:
This was a request from its_taylor_heree, and I'm sorry this is a little choppy, but please enjoy. And remember to vote, comment, and follow. I follow back.
"Which one is he?" You asked.
"That one," Liam pointed to the other side of the lacrosse field, where a tall, muscular boy stood stretching.
"Damn," you said, earning a glare from Liam. "I mean..."
"I know what you meant."
Your best friend rolled his eyes, put his helmet on, and took off jogging onto the field. You older brother, Scott, followed him.
You sighed and made your way to the bleachers, sitting down between Mason and Lydia.
"Do you think Liam will be okay against Brett?" You asked.
"Yeah, what's the worst that could happen?" Mason replied, clueless.
The game seemed to go well for a while. Liam wasn't butting heads with Brett at all, mostly because, despite Coach's orders, Scott was guarding him. However, the tide seemed to change at the half, when Scott was taken out. And then things started to get really bad when Brett bumped into Liam a little too hard, and Liam fell to the ground.
The ref blew his whistle, and Garrett helped Liam to his feet, but the violence wasn't going to stop there. From where you were sitting, it appeared as if the two boys were exchanging some creative words, and it looked as if Liam was getting ready to wolf out.
"[Y/N]," Lydia whispered.
"I see," you said, standing up, and walking onto the field.
"Hey, you can't go out there!" Coach yelled, but you ignored him, and went straight to your best friend.
"Calm down," you whispered in Liam's ear, standing between him and Brett, putting your hand on Brett's firm chest to keep him away, but also partly because you really wanted to touch his chest.
"Aw, you have your girlfriend fighting for you now? How sweet," Brett cooed.
"She's not my girlfriend," Liam huffed.
"So she's up for sale?"
Liam attempted to lunge forth, but you grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back. "I said calm down."
"That's it! Timeout!" The ref yelled.
Brett smirked, and you grabbed Liam by the arm and pulled him off the field.
"What a dick," Liam grumbled, plopping down on the bench.
"Hey, don't freak out," Scott scooted over next to Liam. "But he's coming over here."
"Oh, shit," you mumbled, looking over to see Brett and two of his friends creeping your way.
Liam jumped up, only for you to push him back down onto the bench.
"I'll handle this," you said, not bothering to listen to any of his protests, and making your way over to the Devenford boys.
"Hey, baby," the blue eyed one said.
"Hey, douche bag. Liam's busy."
"So, he sends his girlfriend to do all the dirty work?" Blue eyes asked.
"She's not his girlfriend," Brett said.
His friends gave him a weird look.
"Alright, well listen, honey," blue eyes said. "Why don't you step out of the way, and let us handle the man stuff, and then maybe later we can have some fun. And your hot little red head friend on the bleachers, she can get in on the action too."
You stifled a growl in the back of your throat, and punched him square in the jaw. He fell down, and you started walking back to Scott and Liam.
"Crazy psycho bitch!" Blue eyes screamed.
You rolled your eyes and sat down between Liam and your brother.
"You good?" Liam asked.
"Hand hurts a little."
Liam laughed, but was cut off when Brett appeared in front of you.
"Hey," he said awkwardly, and when he received no response, continued. "Can I talk to Scott and Liam for a second?"
"Sure," Scott answered slowly.
He and Liam stood up, and followed Brett under the bleachers. You watched, and contemplated whether or not to listen in. And being as nosy as you were, decided to go for it.
"-and I swear I would never hurt her. I'm really sorry for all the shit I put you through, Liam, but please. I wouldn't feel right doing this without your permission," you heard Brett say.
"Okay," Scott said. "You have my permission."
"Fine," Liam grunted reluctantly.
The three of them started making their way back to you, and you tried to look like you weren't just eavesdropping.
"Hey, [Y/N]. Can I ask you something? In private?" Brett asked.
"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them."
"Alright, well, I'm sorry for what happened back there, and I don't want that to be the impression that you have of me. I'm not as bad as you may think, and... I think we have something in common."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. When you punched my friend back there, you didn't do a very good job of, you know, covering your real eyes."
"Oh."
"So, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner sometime, and talk about everything."
"You mean like a date? With you?"
"Yes. A date."
"Sure, I'll go on a date with you."
"Great. I'll DM you later, and we can work out the details," Brett scratched the back of his head, and left.
"Can you believe that guy?" Liam mumbled.
"Oh, yeah. He's so ho- I mean..."
"I know what you meant."
