chapter four | brett is hotter

"I don't care if he's a foot taller than me, I think I can take him," Liam tells his gay best friend determination drowning his eyes.

"Hey Liam," Ariel says popping up next to him.

He smiles softly. "Hey Ariel."

Mason furrows his eyebrows and looks at the bright red hair girl. "Who is this?" He asks curiously.

She grins at him. "Hi, I'm Ariel."

Mason raises his eyebrow and looks at Liam. He then shakes his head and turns his attention back to Brett.

"I can take him," Liam says again.

Ariel snorts while Mason replys 'Yeah'.

Liam notices the look his best friend is giving his childhood enemy. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What? Me?" He scoffs. "Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable."

"You think he's hot, don't you?" Liam accuses him.

"Yes, way hotter than you," Ariel says bluntly.

"No! No. Not at all. No way!" Mason quickly denies after Ariel's hit to Liam's ego. Liam gives his friend a look. "Ok, maybe. Yeah, maybe a little."

"He wants to destroy me," he wants to destroy me Liam replies, a look of annoyance clear on his face.

"I think you could definitely take him."

"No you can't," Ariel adds in their conversation honestly.

"And then give him to me," Mason says, ignoring Ariel's comment.

A grin spreads across his face at his best friend's comment.

"No, no," Coach says, walking towards the two teenagers and mermaid. "Just go out there and kick their smug prep school asses," he ecourages Liam.

Liam nods his head, lacrosse stick in his hands. "All right."

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"Meredith, you came here to help us, remember?" Lydia reminds the other banshee.

"You called me."

"What? What do you mean I called you?"

"I heard you," Meredith whispers.

"Meredith, can I ask you a question?" Deputy Parrish butts into the conversation. "When you need help, when you need to find something, is there someone you reach out to? Maybe someone you call? "

"It depends. Different people for different things."

"So maybe there's a number that can help us?" The Deputy suggests. "Someone we can call?"

"Yes."

"Would you be okay telling us?"

"Yes. It's 2, 4, 3, 6."

Malia starts to speak up her arms crossed. "Mer, we need a few more numbers."

"No, that's the number."

"Phone numbers are 10 digits," Malia tells her, her annoyance building up.

"That's the number," Meredith repeats.

"Meredith," Lydia begins. "Phone numbers always have 10 digits."

"That is the number," Meredith replies more forcefully.

"Meredith..."

"Lydia, hey, come here," the Sheriff whispers to the strawberry blonde banshee. Lydia sighs in return.

"I think that's the best we're gonna get."

"No," Lydia says shaking her head. "There has to be more," she says stubbornly before walking back to Meredith. "What is the rest of it, Meredith?" She demands. "Hmm? Just concentrate!"

"But that's... that's... that's the number," Meredith says quietly.

"Concentrate!" Lydia yells at her.

"That's... that's the number, that's the number." Meredith keeps repeating.

"It's okay," The Sheriff says calmly. "Sweetheart, we're..."

"That's the number!" Meredith shouts, the electricity in the room crackling.

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"Brett! Are you okay?" Scott asks the unknown were-wolf.

"Okay back off! Back off!" Coach yells at the people crowding around the groaning boy.

"How hard did you hit him?" Scott asks his young beta.

"I didn't," Liam says panting in pain from his twisted leg. "He hit me.

"Close your eyes," Scott tells his beta as heputs his hands on his leg.

"Ow!" Liam cries out, while Brett is screaming in pain on the ambulance stretcher.

"Are you cut? Did Garett cut you?"

"No, no I'm okay," Liam reassures his alpha.

"Then he misses," Scott says furrowing his eyebrows.

Scott sighs now knowing it's time to tell his beta the truth. "It's you, Liam. You're the one he's after.

Stiles' phone rings so he walks away from his friend and the mutt. "Hello?"

"It's me, Malia," she tells Stiles. "Listen, Lydia just broke another third of the list and Brett is on it."

"Oh great," Stiles' says sarcastically.

Malia shakes her head from the other side of the room. "But that's not all."

"Oh fantastic just what we need. Okay, go on tell me another problem to add onto the 171 million problems we have."

"Stop joking, you seriously are gonna want to hear this one."

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Alright tell me."

"Ariel's on it," Malia says her voice a little shakey scared for the little mermaid who has recently grown on her.

"Wha-- What?" Stiles asks in disbelief, alse scared for the girl he's crushing on.

Malia swallows, a lump in her throat. "But that's not the worse part," she says, shaking her head.

"How in the only hell could that not be the worst part?"

"She's worth 54 million dollars."

ok so i'm sorry it's so short but it needed to be ended here because shit [excuse my language] is about to go down.

and btw it is not edited so i'm so for any mistakes you see

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