There are a lot of things you pride yourself on. Your ability to watch an entire television series in under five days, the fact that you read particularly faster than most teenagers your age, your intelligence, your uncanny ability to provide witty commentary on any given day. The fact that you were able to capture not only the attention of Scott McCall, one of your closest friends, but his best friend Stiles Stilinski as well, was something you should have prided yourself on. You were close with the entire pack, really, and you were genuinely friendly and sweet. It was almost inevitable for someone in the pack to fall in love with you.
Unfortunately for them, you were completely and utterly clueless. Everyone else in the pack, however, not so much. You were seated on Scott's couch, Lydia and Liam on either side of you. Lydia had purposely sat there, hoping to see the famed Scott and Stiles Attention Competition for herself. Stiles bounded into the room full of determination, scanning around until his eyes landed on you, and a bright smile filled his face.
He walked over to you, planning to take a seat before he realized they were all taken. "Could you move?" He asked Liam, regarding the boy with clear irritation. Liam scrunched his nose, looking offended.
"What? Why? I just sat down," he said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He always looked like an overgrown child when he did that, which was actually quite often.
"I want to tell Y/N something and I need to sit with her to do it," Stiles lied, really just hoping to have a chance to sit with you. Someone was nearly always by your side; during lunch, in class, driving home, at your house, and now at pack meetings.
"You can just tell me here, Stiles," you said, smiling up at him while Lydia snorted beside you. You shot her a confused look before returning your gaze back to the somewhat disappointed boy in front of you. "I think it'd be best to let the baby rest for a little. He gets cranky when he doesn't have his nap," you added jokingly, ruffling Liam's hair.
Stiles gave you another forced smile, rolling his eyes at Liam before settling himself in a chair and pulling it up as close to the couch as he possibly could. Lydia let out another short laugh, and Stiles scowled when he heard her. She couldn't help it. This was sort of pathetic, in an oddly adorable way. As if things couldn't get anymore hilarious, at least in the strawberry blonde girl's perspective, Scott entered the room. Usually elated to see his best friend, Stiles slumped even more in his chair, appearing extremely sulky even though Scott was all smiles. It was because of you, of course. You had that sort of effect on the boys.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted cheerfully, searching for an empty spot beside you. Lydia bit her lip, already knowing what was about to happen. "Liam! Would you mind getting up so I can sit with Y/N?"
Liam rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Seriously?" He exclaimed with annoyance, staring up at his Alpha. "I already told Stiles no! This is getting ridiculous!" He glared at both of them, then, upon seeing the glances that Scott was giving you out of the corner of his eye, came to a realization. It wasn't about not liking him, it was about them liking you. "Ohhh! This is about -" Scott clamped his hand down over the Beta's mouth suddenly, forcing out a chuckle.
"Ah, kids these days! They say the craziest things. Oh well, guess I'll be sitting somewhere else. Haha," he forced out another laugh, releasing a wide-eyed Liam and plopping down into a chair with more force than necessary.
"What was that about?" You whispered to Liam, watching as Stiles and Scott engaged in a heated, yet whispered, discussion.
Liam looked at you, tilting his head to the side. "Really? You honestly don't know?" When you shook your head, your eyebrows raised, Liam laughed, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.
