endless || Liam & Stiles

Liam -

I sat on the bleachers beside Mason as we watched over the lacrosse game. I had told coach I didn't feel well and Mason decided to join me to stare at the players. I ran my fingers across the place on my arm where that weird guy, Scott, had bitten me. Mason noticed my fingers running up and down my arm but didn't question it. He had already asked me about it today and I snapped at him so I doubt he would ask again.

"Stiles!" I looked up to see Lydia running towards Stiles halfway across the field. How the hell did I hear that? "Stiles," She repeated and I watched as Stiles pulled his helmet off of his head, looking at Lydia. "We've gotta go - Scott's in trouble."

My heart raced at this. Scott? Why was Scott in trouble? I don't know why but I felt myself raising to my feet, ignoring Mason's calls of my name as I ran towards the two older teenagers. "What happened with Scott?!" I asked as I joined Stiles and Lydia.

"Why do you care?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow as he and Lydia began to walk away from me. Why did I care? I shook my head and quickly jogged in front of the two, staring at them. "Fine. You can come but I swear if you mess anything up.." Stiles trailed off, shaking his head before taking his eyes off of me and continuing to walk in the direction he was once going.

I followed closely behind the two older teens.. why did I care about Scott? I just knew I had to go and help him with whatever was happening. I glanced behind myself and waved to Mason, feeling guilty that I had left him by himself.

"What's happening?" I asked as I turned to face Lydia and Stiles again. Stiles gave me a side-look and Lydia sighed out, both of them ignoring my question as they walked. "Guys!" I whined as we reached Stiles' jeep. Was he just going to keep his lacrosse uniform on?

We all got into the jeep, Stiles driving with Lydia in the passenger seat and me in the back, leaning forward on the two seats. "Please tell me." I spoke softly and Lydia looked back at me, a guilty look on her face.

I went to ask her again when suddenly the doors opened at either side of me. I glanced to my sides to see Malia and Scott getting into the jeep. "Scott?" I questioned with a confused tone and he gave me a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry," Before I could as what he meant he raised his fist and punched me so hard I blacked out.

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I groaned as I rolled my head around, cringing at the cracking noise my neck made. I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the bright light. When the light faded slightly it revealed Scott stood in front of me, arms crossed over his chest.

I now just realized that I was duct-taped to a chair with duct-tape over my mouth. I began to shake around in the chair as I became aware of the situation. He had kidnapped me! I licked at the duct-tape over my mouth, trying to rid it of the sticky-ness.

"Liam." Scott spoke and I glared up at him before continuing my previous actions, trying to get the tape off of my mouth. "Liam, stop, this is for your own good." I gave him another glare and he let out a loud sigh, running his fingers into his hair as he watched me push the tape away from my mouth with my tongue, cringing at the taste.

"Scotty!" I heard a voice call from downstairs and Scott groaned out before looking at me.

"Don't move." I gave him an annoyed look and he snorted. "Sorry - forgot."

Before I could even react to his words he had left the room. I quickly looked around the room for a way to escape. I noticed a pair of scissors on the desk near the door. I quickly began to shuffle the chair towards the desk the best I could.

"Liam's upstairs."

"Doing what?"

"Laying down?"

I rolled my eyes at Scott's words and smiled victoriously when I got a hold of the scissors. I moved my chair back to where I was and began to cut the tape, trying my best not to cut off one of my fingers. I got my hands loose and quickly cut off the tape around my chest when footsteps began to walk towards the room. I moved my hands back behind the chair again and pretended I was still taped to the chair.

"Scott!" Stiles groaned, throwing his arms in the air dramatically as he walked into the room, his eyes landing on me. I gave him the best puppy-dog eyes I could and I noticed Stiles shift under my gaze. "Seriously?"

Stiles took a few steps into the room and walked beside me. "Stiles." Stiles ignored Scott's warning as he raised his hands to my face, pulling the duct-tape off of my face, causing me to gasp slightly at the sharp pain. "Stiles." Scott spoke with a disappointed tone.

"Scott." Stiles shot back and turned his back to me, placing his hands onto his hips as he challenged Scott. "You didn't have to tie him up like some creep." I silently moved my arms from around the chair, pulling my legs free from the tape after snipping it a little with the scissors that I still held.

I dropped the scissors, smiling discreetly when they didn't make a noise. I looked back up, seeing that Scott was looking at Stiles with an annoyed gaze. I couldn't hurt Stiles now - he had just stood up for me over his best friend.

I shot up from the chair, moving my hands to Stiles' waist, causing him to yelp as I tossed him back onto Scott's bed. I turned around quickly and picked up the chair, hitting it across Scott's face as hard as I could.

"Liam!" I ignore Stiles and quickly jumped over Scott's body and ran down the hall. As I looked back I noticed Stiles and Scott were now following behind me. We all screamed loudly as the two boys slammed into me, hitting me back into the wall before knocking us over so we all tumbled down the stairs.

There was a series of groans and Stiles quickly exclaimed "I've got him!" I smiled when I realized he was actually holding onto Scott's leg and Scott thought that I had got him. I clawed myself to my feet and threw the front door open, running down the street as fast as I could.

Before I fully ran away I glanced behind me, seeing Stiles and Scott looking out of the doorway towards me, both looking defeated as Stiles still clung to Scott's leg. I laughed to myself before running away from their vision.