42: “I swear it was an accident.”
“Oh my god, he’s going to kill me,” you stressed, running your fingers through your hair and sighing. “(y/n), you need to calm down,” Scott said as you continued to pace back and forth. “Nope, nope he’s going to kill me,” you mumbled as Scott and Stiles groaned. “God (y/n) your making it sound like you murdered his whole family, all you did was break a dumb lacrosse stick,” Stiles said clearly not understanding the dire situation at hand. “Stiles, that’s Liam’s lacrosse stick. His good luck stick. He refuses to play any game without it, and I broke it!” You said, taking a seat down on your bed and rubbing your forehead. “You didn’t even break it, just the top netting, it’ll be fine,” Scott said holding the piece of metal in his hands. Liam had left his lacrosse equipment in your car after last night’s lacrosse game, and was supposed to be coming today to pick it up. Let’s just say, you had taken the equipment out, left it on your driveway for a minute, and forgot it was there as you backed your car into the driveway a few minutes later, resulting in the top of the lacrosse stick being shattered and the net loosely hanging off of it. “What happened?” Someone said out of breath, making your eyes snap wide open. “First of all, who texted him?!” You snapped at the two boys in front of you as they each pointed to each other. You rolled your eyes before facing Liam who was still trying to catch his breath. “Liam, I swear it was an accident,” you pleaded, as he looked confused. “Is everyone okay? When Scott said you were freaking out and to get here as soon as possible I assumed someone was hurt or something,” Liam said, making you both shake your head and glare at Scott. “No no, I just, um, kind of…ran over your lacrosse stick…with my car,” you said in a low voice, staring at the ground. “That’s it? No emergency,” Liam asked after a few silent moments, making your head snap up at him. “You’re not mad?” You asked as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Well I’m not happy, but after I thought you or someone was hurt, I guess this isn’t so bad,” Liam said, assessing the damage done to his stick. “Oh,” you said as Stiles and Scott gave you a told-you-so face. “Plus (y/n), you know I can’t be mad at you,” Liam said, his eyes not leaving his lacrosse stick as he began to mess around with the netting, you not being able to help the blush rising up your cheeks.
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#42 w/ Liam
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