As if he’d ever have the nerve.

THAT’S SO FUNNY.

Who? Liam? Yeah, he knows.

Nope. Doesn’t think so, sorry.

Growls.

............ w h a t?

Liam’s always disgusting.

Gross gross gross. —— pushing him away.

No. That’s Liam. “Jokes on you. I have a skin condition.”

“Okay. At least I don’t follow Scott around like a puppy ‘ohhhh Scotty!! I can’t think for myself!!! Tell me how to live my life!!’”

“It’s a perfect impersonation. You follow him around with your tail between your legs, hanging on his everrry word. How embarrassing.” Face scrunched up.

“Annnnnd? I’m supposed to care? I like being on my own, duh.” Wasn’t that obvious?? He didn’t need a pack or an alpha or whatever. No. Fine alone.

“I don’t.” Folds arms across his check. All defensive and whatever. “That’s obviously a wild animal or something — what would I be under the bleachers for?”

Hm. Yeah — it totally wasn’t him at all. Why would he need food, right? Pffft. “Mhm. You can go away now.”

Idiot. Rolling his eyes as he lay back where he was tackled. Stupid puppy. That’s what Liam is!!

That’s kinda cruel, you know? And that’s coming from Theo. Currently trying to ignore the way his stomach rumbled at the scent of the sandwiches. Too much pride, this chimera. “Why don’t you just tell her you don’t like them?”

“How does your anger have anything to do with your hunger? They aren’t usually two things that are intertwined.” Weird. Frowning at the lunch box being thrown his way. Considering refusing it for a moment, before his hunger overtook his pride. Eating a sandwich a second later.

gross. it’s Valentine’s Day.

he hates it.

Love doesn’t exist.