Heated Area: Liam & Open
Pride. It was something very stupid that Liam clung to, and when he saw that someone (or someones) had nominated him twenty times, he wasn't going to back out of it or act like a bitch baby like Van had about getting nominated. So he was about ten dives in so far, and doing alright. Being a were meant he had a higher tolerance toward the cold, but it didn't make him immune. He was going to go for another dive, when Mr. Pheres told him to get warm and dry before he continued. Stubbornness almost ignored the school's nurse, but the centaur blocked his path and pointed him in the direction of one of the heated areas.
Liam went to warm up, but he was determined to finish all of those dives. There was a growing anger that fueled him now. Between what Adri told him about Pavel and then news of a kid pregnant, he was a molotov cocktail waiting to be lit and thrown. He was trying to hide it though, but the anger was difficult to swallow.
He still had to get through parent-teacher conferences. Without question his dad would be the one showing up. Christ.
That thought alone soured his expression, and he took a cup of coffee into his hands and guzzled it down. A towel hung around his neck, but otherwise he stood there, slowly drying in just a pair of gray swim trunks that clung snugly to his legs. Liam wasn't built like Brendan or the other pretty boys of the school. He was built like a rugby or American football player. Compact but defined muscle with a bit of hair on his chest.
"How many you got?" one of the kids asked another student there, and Liam glanced in their direction to listen in, debating on whether or not he'd join in depending on who was answering.