Chapter 24 ✧The Deadpool Strikes Again✧

Just as I was getting settled into my class- which, mind you, had taken a good forty-five minutes to achieve such a state seeing as my social anxiety skyrocketed by the mere action of stepping into a classroom- my phone buzzed in my pocket. I discreetly pulled it out and marveled at how good of service I was getting in this class which was normally more of a dead zone. But then I read Liams text and all my marveling turned to worry.

Liam-

Can we meet up? I'm at the stairs near coaches office.

I quickly put the phone back in my pocket before beginning to pack up my stuff. The good thing about being invisible in this school is that nobody noticed when I was gone. That's probably one of the things I love most about my social status. Another thing I loved was my seat. It was in the corner of the class with nothing next to me except one of the doors. That meant I could slip out without being noticed or missed. I'd actually done it a few times when I really had to pee or if I got the sudden craving for the goldfish I had in my locker. Either way, I would leave and without any consequences because they'd already taken attendance there for the rest of the class everybody seemed to forget I exist. Or, even more likely, they didn't know I had existed in the first place.

So just like that, I slipped out of the back of the class without a single head turning in my direction. Oh, the perks of being an Invisible person.

It didn't take me very long to find Liam seeing as coaches office was only about two halls over from my class. But he definitely wasn't the chirpy lacrosse player ready to take on the world with just his ego and his lacrosse stick like he seemed to be when I had first met him. Things had changed so much since then. Now, Liam had his head down as he fiddled nervously with the head of his stick, something obviously bothering him as his eyebrows furrowed but otherwise not moving as I make my way over to him.

"L-Liam?" I questioned quietly as I stood in front of him. I noticed Liam's hands shake ever so slightly as he continued to mess with his lacrosse stick. I sighed before sliding my backpack off and sliding it down to the floor so I could sit next to Liam. "Liam, please, just tell me what's wrong."

When Liam still didn't really acknowledge my presence, I reached out to his hand tentatively. At first he froze up when my hand rested on top of his, which were still messing with the strings on his stick. But then he turned his hand over so it could wrap around mine comfortably as he let out a small breathe, his tense stature seeming to relax ever so slightly.

"What's going on with you?" I questioned him once more.

Liam sighed before resting his elbow on his lacrosse stick to keep it balanced and then looking at me out of the corner of his eye before focusing in on our intertwined hands. "Last night, my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off," Liam explained, almost sounding bitterly amused as he did so, "I hit the cancel and it... it just kept printing."

"What was it printing?"

With Liam's free hand he put down his stick altogether before pulling a paper out of back pocket and handing it over to me. I unfolded it one-handedly as I eagerly looked to see what had Liam so freaked out. Obviously, Isaac wasn't sending Liam letter's too. If he was then Liam would be floating on cloud nine like I had been earlier.

My eyes widened as they looked down at what Liam's printer had been on a mission to print out. It was a copy of one of the thirds to the deadpool.

"What the hell is this?" Somebody shouted down the hallway. It was Coach Finstock. I could recognize his yell anywhere.

Liam and I exchanged a look before standing up and speed walking over to the outside of coaches office. There we saw Coach Finstock fumbling with his own printer as paper after paper spewed out of it. There was no way that this printer catastrophe could be some kind of coincident.

Without being noticed by Coach, Liam leaned into the classroom to sweep up one of the papers that sure enough was one of the Deadpool lists. Then he tugged on my shoulder to pull me away from the coach's office some before handing me the newly aquired paper.

"Do you see the difference?" Liam asked as I scanned the paper.

"Derek's not on here anymore," I realized immediately, the worry I had for my favorite Hale only seemed to quadruple. Then I kept reading the list and noticed an abnormality next to the name 'Liam Dunbar'. "And you're not worth 3 million anymore."

I looked up at Liam to see him nodding his head sullenly, "It's eighteen now. I'm worth 18 million dollars."

"Oh my god," I whispered as I reread the amount. He was right, he was worth 18 million out of the 117 million Hale bearer bonds. But why on earth would someone want Liam dead so badly? I mean he is a freshly bitten beta werewolf. I'm crazy about him and all but I really don't see how he's worth that much. That is, unless, the benefactor possibly knows something that the rest of us don't which, honestly, is very possible.

"Yeah," LIam responded as I turned to him.

"That's why you've been freaking out," I realized.

"I-I haven't been freaking out!" Liam defended himself and I had to bite back a smile. Instead, I closed the distance between Liam and I so I could wrap my arms around him and give him a hug. Liam sighed once more as he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled into my shoulder.

"You know, it's okay to be scared every once and a while," I told him, remembering how I had been told that a million times before. Normally, it seemed like a load of crap to hear because I wasn't scared every one and a while; I was scared all of the time. But the fear I felt on a daily basis was a natural fear, something I've adapted to.

But there was a different type of fear, the kind that was okay to feel. It was fear driven by love. It could make you scared to lose someone. That's what Liam was feeling. He was scared that all of this could get him and the people around him hurt and that was even an honorable thing to be afraid of.

"I can't be scared and protect you, though," Liam pulled away ever so slightly.

I gave him a small frown, "I'm not the one with the price on my head."

"No, but you're the one with the one with a price on their head," Liam clarified, "Actually, mutiple 'the one's' with prices on there heads. You're probably just as much in danger as we are. And at least we have supernatural healing powers. You don't."

"Neither does Stiles," I pointed out, hoping that Liam didn't know Stiles well enough to point out the Stiles at least had a bat.

"That's besides the point," Liam rolled his eyes, "I'm just saying, I hate not being able to be strong enough for you."

"Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual," I mumbled under my breath, fully knowing that Liam would be able to hear me perfectly none the less.

Instead of bickering with me anymore, Liam pulled me close again before resting his hands on either side of my face and leaning into kiss me. Just as his lips touched mine, my eyes fluttered shut as I was sent into a world of pure and complete bliss. My hands had no clue what else to do but place themselves on Liam's shoulders so they could pull me into him even more. Who knew something like kissing could drive someone like me to a practically primal state where all I want is more. I never wanted to leave Liam's arms and have to deal with another supernatural problem ever again. Right now, that would just be a dream come true.

Alas, this is not Cinderella and as much as my heart would wish, my dream would not come true. Students began pouring out of their classrooms which caused me to quickly pull away from Liam. I was definitely not the type of person who enjoyed making a scene. I mean invisible girl kissing the attractive new lacrosse player? That would be something this high school would bother me about until I died of an anxiety attack.

"We should go find, Scott," Liam said as the mass of students in the hallway began to quadruple. God do I despise teenagers.

"Y-yeah," I stammered out, practically choking on the amount of hormones that were now floating through the air. It was almost like I was drowning in an endless abyss of under-aged monsters. Though I'll admit, this kind of monster was a bit different than the one's I'd been facing recently.

Liam stepped closer to me and held my hand once more. This time, though, I pulled away slightly, still not wanting to do anything to affectionate under the gaze of our judgemental peers. Liam, on the other hand, didn't suffer from unbearable social anxiety and he held on to my hand. I looked up at him nervously and when he shot me an encouraging smile I couldn't help but give in to his baby blue eyes. The school can think what they want, I just needed to be there for Liam. Once I moved closer to Liam and showed him that he wasn't pushing me to far, the beta gave my hand a gentle squeeze and led me down the hallway and hopefully to Scott so we could fill him in on the changes that had been made in the Deadpool.

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TBH SOMETIMES I GET SAD BECAUSE I FORGET LARLOTTE ISN'T REALLY IN TEEN WOLF !

So update on my freshman life. I'm freaking drowning. I mean I've already finished my first essay of the year but I still feel the need to go cry in a hole and possibly die in it to. It also doesn't help that none of the freshman are Liam, Mason, or even Garrett. Does this sadness ever go away or is it a permanent side effect of high school?

Now the real question- What do you want Charlotte and Isaac's ship name to be?

Make sure you guys comment and vote! We are currently at #112 for werewolf and #133 for Fanfcition and I'm really hoping we could get into the too 100! It would absolutely mean the world to me if we could do that.