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how do you do, fellow kids?

Captain — Liam Dunbar

The new captain stared at his coach in disbelief for a minute. Don’t thank me yet, he said, before Liam even had a chance to do so. Time to prove yourself. Now get outta my sight! Coach yelled, and the boy obeyed. Some things didn’t change.

Now, he was sitting in the stands. Practice had already ended, but Liam wanted to take some time for himself. A small piece of him sorta felt bad, as he knew how much Scott loved being captain; however, Scott had chosen to give it up in order to focus on being alpha. Liam was still his beta, though, so why not be both? It felt like the first time in a long time that something was going right, so why not celebrate? He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost missed the sounds of someone approaching. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” Liam said, once they came into view. It felt as though nothing could burst his bubble, and he didn’t want that sensation to end.

“Its.. not that.” Rowan swallowed looking up at him and shaking her head. “I–I don’t want to hurt someone, please go before I hurt you.” she spoke, her voice cracking. She hasn’t been long in Beacon Hills and she didn’t want to start her life here with more blood on her hands.

Liam stepped forward slowly, carefully, so as to not upset her any further or cause alarm. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he said, assuring himself as much as he was assuring her. “You’re just scared. What are you doing out here?”

She hadn’t been expecting to hit another body whilst walking down the sidewalk, but it seemed like she had completely been lost in thought, the collision causing her to come back to reality as blue eyes slightly widen and she ducks her head, chewing on her lip nervously. “No, my fault, sorry.” Charlie responds and looks up a little, nodding her head. “Yes.”

“No, definitely my fault.” Liam chuckled. “Terrible first impression. Probably rude to blurt out ‘you’re new!’ mid-conversation, but...here we are. I’m Liam, by the way.” He rearranged his bags to free up a hand, offering it out to Charlotte. “And I’m definitely babbling.”

Staring over at the town’s name, Charlie presses her lips together, taking in a deep breath and walking right back into her car so that she could head further into the new place that she was going to call ‘home.’ She had heard the whispers in her head, tried her best to push them away, but they only got louder, so with a frustrated sigh, the banshee got everything that she would need and left New York, knowing that she could also get a fresh start here. Closing and locking the car door , she stepped out further from her apartment, walking into the town absentmindedly, not knowing where she was heading, just knowing that she needed to be prepared of whatever there was to come.

Looking like a man on a mission, Liam was far more focused on balancing the food in his arms than he was on watching where he was going. He had promised his stepfather he’d pick up dinner and take it to the hospital since tonight was a rare night that the boy didn’t have lacrosse. He turned around, trying to remember which rack he’d put his bike on, so he didn’t see Charlotte until he’d completely collided with her. “Shit. I’m sorry,” he said, picking up the bags of food he’d dropped. “My bad--you’re new, aren’t you?”

This morning Rowan was woken up by another nightmare about her family and she could barely do the easiest tasks like pouring coffee without spilling it everywhere from her shaky hands, at this point even breathing looked like the hardest thing to do. Everything was going wrong and she knew it would be one of those days where no matter what she did it wasn’t going to change. When she started feeling her hands shake and the furniture around her move Rowan knew that she had to get away from her house right away. She didn’t even bother to take anything with her as she ran towards the direction of the woods. Once she stopped in the middle of nowhere Rowan fell to her knees with the wind around her increasing, dirt and leafs flying all around her. She could feel the tears streaming down her face and she didn’t know how to stop neither. Suddenly she heard fast footsteps and when she saw someone in front of her Rowan yelled as the wind became even worse. “Leave! Please, before I hurt you.”

The last place Lillian wanted to be was at school. But two days after school started back up, she’d gotten a call from Chelsea asking where she’d been. She could hear the threat behind those concern sounding words and had dressed, put concealer over her eye-bags, and curled her lips in a smile. It wasn’t as bright as it normally was, nor as wide. It was hollow but you know what they say. Fake it ‘til you make it.

The redhead was walking down the hall when she spotted someone against their locker. She blinked, approaching, and calling out to who it was. Liam startled and Lillian’s spine stiffened. Still, she smiled, played concerned. “Are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, hey Lillian.” Liam smiled, scratching his head as he stifled a yawn. “What are you up to? What class are you heading to?” He rubbed his eyes and leaned against his locker the other way, so he could face her.