....But don't hurt the people I care about

Hey guys guess what!? life sucks. No I'm Kidding. But it does for me. I had more than half of this chapter done and it all got deleted stupid brain of mine. Well that's the bad news but the good news is that I finally found out what Liam's best friends name is! Mason!!! woohoo!! So I got it from a Liam book someone I know made. it's called "We are different" so read it cause ya know you'll luv anything with Liam in it plus it's amaze balls. Anywhat. Btw Gracy is a made up character. Just so ya know. words of wisdom for today: your parents lied to you. You really get your genes from your uncle, aunt, and cousins. Don't be fooled.

Liam P.O.V.

I knew this was gonna be hard but I didn't know it would be this hard.

Once I got back home from deaton surprisingly enough Stiles was sitting on my bed in my room glaring right at me.

The conversation didn't exactly go well.

"Why is it such a big deal I went outside not to Mexico!?"

"The big deal is your not supposed to leave my sight yet you did leave my sight! Over 6 hours ago! I've been worried sick thinking Seven got you! You can't just leave like that without telling anyone!"

"It's not even a big deal! I was tired of the same 4 white fucking walls so I went for a walk and lost track of time! So!? And if you are supposed to be "watching" me or whatever then you wouldn't go to get fucking groceries in the middle of the fucking day in the first place!"

As you probably guessed the conversation ended in broken lamps, slammed doors, and hoarse voices.

But the next day, Sunday, he came over and we kind of patched things up. I'm still not aloud to leave without supervealance. Which I fully agreed to.

The day after when school started up again, I finally saw the 'scarres', more like bruises, deaton was talking about. They weren't exactly small bruises. They were huge patches of purple bluish on both of my arms and my shoulder. They were bad enough that my mom suggested I stay home from school. But we settled on a note getting me out of lacrosse practice today.

I walked to the bus stop and met up with Gracy, Mason, and Garrett.

"Hey guys," I say casually but there's no 'casualty' to it if they noticed how horrible I think I looked. They were about to say something when the bus pulled up. We got on and Mason sat next to me.

It was about half way through the bus ride when Mason finally spoke up. "Are you okay?" He finally said. I looked at him.

"Yeah, of course. Why?"

"Hmm. Maybe it's because you've been acting weird ever since tryouts. Or it could be that now all of a sudden you talk to people that aren't freshman. It could also be because the new creepy guy in your math class, Seven, seems to like you a lot more than anyone else. Or maybe it's because you're wearing a jacket when it's 67° outside," he says it almost all in one breath leaving him sucking in air at the end. I look at him and smile.

"Oh come on man. So I'm acting a little different that doesn't make you any less of my best friend as you are now right?" I practically beg.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever," I smile in satisfaction.

Once we get to school I headed for my locker. After awhile I noticed Garrett was following me. When I got to my locker and opened it I finally spun around to look at him.

"Just clarifying, your locker is that way right?" I point in the opposite direction.

He just grins. "Yeah I know I'm just wondering, ya know if, you're okay," he says.

I turn back to my locker putting books in. "Yeah I'm fine,"

He looks around cautiously. "Listen I know Seven likes you a lot for some reason. And I know he walked up to you after class. And I know I saw you fall on the ground after he left and I definitely saw the note on the dying body. What's going on?" he says a little too curious.

I turn to him and shut my locker and just shrug. "Nothing. I'm fine," And then I walk away.

After my last class I went straight to my locker and once it opened a note fell out. I picked it up and read it.

They were names. Of people. People I know.

ScottGarrettGracyMasonStilesYour mom and step dadDeaton

There were other names but those were the ones I focused on mostly.

The names of people I cared about. He was taunting me. It made me sick.

"What's that?" a soft voice said from over my shoulder.

I hid the paper and spun around to see Gracy looking at me curiously.

"Oh nothing. It's just....homework," It was breathy, and anyone who knows me knows when my voice is breathy it means I'm lying.

She cocks her eyebrow. "Homework with my name on it?" she pushes. I turn to my locker and put some books away and take some out hiding the note.

"Uh..yeah. It's for...French. We have to...write about our friends.....in French," Yeah. I know, I wouldn't believe myself either.

A hand gently lays on my shoulder and I tense under it. "Are you okay?" she asks. I close my eyes briefly.

I'm so sick of people asking me that. Are you okay? Are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY!? If anyone looked at me they'd be able to tell that I'M. NOT. O...KAY!!!!

I growl. "I'm fine,"

And with that I slam my locker shut making her flinch and walk\run to the boy's bathroom.

Once I see no one's in there I stumble to the counter. My breaths are uneven and I look like crap. I take off my jacket and throw it aside revealing even more bruises than I had this morning. I looked at myself through the mirror and my eyes were glowing gold. My skin was as white as snow. I was gripping the counter so hard I was leaving a dent.

It was then I heard the toilet flush.

I quickly picked up my jacket and put it back on and tried to hide my eyes which were still glowing without my command.

The stall opened and I saw through the mirror that it was Stiles.

He looked at me suspiciously as I put my head down further. "Liam?"

"Oh. Hey Stiles,"

He walks over to the sink and washes his hands. In the process he's still stealing glances at me. And it was one of those glances he took that he realized my eyes were glowing.

"Liam?" he says slowly. I growl. I already know what he's gonna say.

"Are you okay?"

I snarl at him lifting my head up and I take my time answering.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"

My answer's soft. Like a pillow cushioning my words. But I could tell Stiles could hear the pain in my voice.

He walks toward me slowly. But I don't flinch away or move in general I just stare into his eyes.

His Hazel eyes with my teary gold ones never leave each other's gazes as he walks forward.

He finally reaches me and I have to turn around not being able to bare it anymore before he reaches out for the zipper on my jacket. My hands ball up into fists. I silently cry and turn away thinking it may make it easier to bare.

He reaches around and gently grabs my zipper and slowly slides it down, revealing my under shirt.

I open my eyes then but only slightly. He gently pulls off my jacket from behind with gentle fingers leaving tingles.

And once it's all the way off I know he can see the bruises. I turn around to see his face half shocked and half scared to death. He looks up at me with a curious gaze.

I let a tear leave my eye and shake my head.

"I'm not okay,"

woohoo!!!! yes. I like dis chappie especially now that I kow his besties name!!! Yay! and did y'all know yesterday was national friendship day? cause I found out when I was watching MTV and so I txted my bestie saying "HAPPY NATIONAL FRIENDSHIP DAY I MISS UUUUU!!!!" and she was all like "I miss u 2" and I was happy. so if u forgot 2 talk 2 ur bestie u better do it now! anywhat peace ya buutiful dinosaurs!!! :*