As I started to cross the hall, I paused, noticing a large board in Scott's room. I watched as my brother bent over and picked up a picture and a piece of paper, pinning them both to the board. There were loads of photographs and newspaper clippings all linked together by pieces of red string. Scott stood back, admiring his work. I watched as he lifted his hand in confusion. A piece of the string was attached to his jacket and he tugged on it, consequently knocking most of the things off the board. He let out a groan of frustration and threw the piece of string to the floor. I stifled a laugh. When he finally looked over and noticed me leaning against the doorway, he sighed. "Shut up."

I held my hands up in defence. "I didn't say anything."

"Your face did."

I chuckled and stepped inside his room, bending down and picking up a couple of photographs. "You doing Stiles' work now?" It came out harsher than I had intended and Scott slowly let out a long sigh, sitting down on the bed. "Hey, I'm sorry," I apologised, sitting down beside him. "That was out of line."

"It doesn't matter," he mumbled.

"You know, things will all work out in the end. You and Stiles have been through so much together. It will work itself out in the end, I promise."

"Maybe you're right," he replied sadly.

"Maybe?" I shook my head with a light chuckle. "What do you mean maybe? I'm always right."

Scott raised his eyebrows at me and I smiled. "Okay, whatever. Sometimes I'm right."

Silence lapsed around us for a moment until he turned to face me. "We didn't get to talk properly the other night. You ran out on me."

I bit my lip, looking away from him. I didn't want to talk about what was going on with me. It's not that I felt like I couldn't talk to my brother- we used to talk all the time. But it's different now. Scott already had too much to deal with and he didn't need more. "I um-" I glanced down at my phone, checking the time, trying to find any kind of excuse. "I need to go." I stood up quickly but Scott grabbed my hand.

"Becca, please. Talk to me."

"I have to go," I said, heading towards the door as quickly as I could.

"You can always talk to me. You know that right?"

"I know," I plastered on a fake smile. "But I'm fine I'll see you later."

I rushed out of the room without another word, trying to forget about the sad, pained look Scott had on his face.

~

"Hey," I said, dropping my bag down on the grass. Brett looked up at me with the same old annoying smirk he always had, causing me to roll my eyes.

"You actually came?"

I frowned, sitting down beside him. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Considering the way things ended the last time we spoke-" he cut off, shaking his head. "I guess you didn't just come to make out with me again, did you?" He then raised his eyebrows, a grin curling at his lips. "Or did you?"

I hit his shoulder, causing him to laugh. "In your dreams, Talbot."

"Okay, but seriously," he turned to face me. "Why did you come? I thought you hated me."

"Honestly," I sighed. "You're one of the least problematic people in my life right now."

"I'll take that as a compliment, shall I?"

"No," I dead-panned. "I'm kidding, I don't really care. Whatever boosts the ego. Anyway, what's up?"

"Huh?"

I rolled my eyes. Boys could be so slow sometimes. "You text me, asking to meet. Something's obviously up."

"Oh," he said. "Oh yeah. Well, I-" he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and I wondered if he was...nervous. I mean it didn't exactly seem possible. Brett, the overconfident asshole who didn't have a filter on his mouth, nervous? "Rebecca, are you okay? I mean, I heard about Liam trying to kill you and Scott-"

"Wow, news travels fast huh?"

Brett shifted so that he was facing me properly. "You can talk to me. Liam and I have been through a lot too."

"Tough breakup?" I teased.

Brett gave me a look. "Not like that. Look, Liam's a dick. I know it was the supermoon but that doesn't excuse it at all. There had to be some pent up feelings beforehand, right?"

"He was pissed off because Scott wouldn't give Hayden the bite," I said, shaking my head at the recollection of my memories from that night. Brett raised his eyebrows, expressing the same amount of shock I still had about the situation. "I know right. Pathetic."

"I can't believe he's done all this to you. I mean, I'm not any better than him. In fact, I'm a complete asshole. But I do care about you, Becca."

"Why? I haven't exactly been the nicest person to you."

He shrugged, speaking softly. "Maybe we can properly start over this time."

I chuckled, flashing back to the time when we made the mutual decision to try and start over again. We actually did meet up but Brett was being such an asshole that we almost ended up killing each other by the end of the day - so things went back to normal again. "I suppose we could."

"I just want you to be able to trust me enough to talk to me. I know you've shut Scott out, Stiles, Lydia, Mason. You think that you're just bothering them but you're not-"

I cut him off sharply. "You don't know shit."

Brett leaned forwards, eyes gentle. "Why won't you let anyone in?" I let out a long breath. Why wouldn't I let anyone in? It was because of Liam. I loved him, I trusted him. He was the easiest person to talk to. And then he destroyed everything. "It's because of Liam, isn't it."

I wanted to be angry at Brett for even having the nerve to insinuate that but he was right. Everything is because of Liam. I am hurting because of Liam. I just wasn't ready to tell Brett that. "I'm fine."

"Becca, you're not fine. You're struggling and we want to help you."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "We?"

Brett bit his lip, letting out a small sigh. "I spoke to Mason and he voiced his concerns, that's all. He wants to talk to you but he just doesn't know how."

"Great, so I'm unapproachable now."

"I didn't say-" he cut himself off. "Look, nobody knows what to say to you because you won't talk to them."

"Everyone that I talk to," I shook my head. "I either end up hurting them, or they end up hurting me."

"That's not true," he defended. "Your mom, Scott. You can at least-"

"No I can't!" I exclaimed, hot tears burning in my eyes. "I can't talk to my mom because I don't want her involved in all of this. I can't talk to Scott because he has so much going on right now. I don't want them involved."

"You have to talk to somebody."

"I can deal with it on my own."

Brett shook his head firmly. "This- this isn't dealing with it. You need somebody." I rolled my eyes, getting up on my feet. "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here."

"You can't just run away every time somebody tries to help you!" He snapped, also pulling himself up. "That's not how it works, Becca. I'm here, trying to be a friend. I'm trying to talk to you because whether you like it or not, you need someone. If you want to shut everyone else out then fine but I will not let you lose me too."

I swung my bag back over my shoulder, turning away from him so that he wouldn't see the tears in my eyes. "Whatever."

"Don't-" he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from moving anywhere. "Don't just walk away."

I whipped back around, ripping my arm from his grip. "Don't touch me. You don't have the right to tell me what I can and can't do, what I should and shouldn't do. I am my own person and if I don't want to talk to you then I don't have to. You don't control me. None of you do. So I suggest that when you go back to Mason and the others to discuss my wellbeing, you tell them that I don't need them. I'm perfectly fine without all of you fussing. Now let me go."
Brett released his hand from my wrist and I shook my head before storming off in the other direction. My heart was thudding and my whole body was shaking. I wanted to scream. I wanted to break down and cry. But I kept walking with my head held up high.

"I'm not giving up on you!" Brett yelled after me, before repeating it much more quietly. "I'm not giving up on you."

And maybe part of me didn't want him to.

~

A/N

Sigh my poor Rebecca is so hurt *glares at Liam*

Sorry the chapter was short btw. I was originally following the episode but it just wasn't going anywhere so I came up with this idea for all your brecca hearts ❤️

I'm on work experience tomorrow until Friday cri pray for me bc I am so awkward around humans.

Question:
Are you team Becca and Liam?
Or are you team Becca and Brett?

Thanks for reading!