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Before he cheats- OCxKol-TVD

Eva's POV

I glared at Caroline from across the bar. She practically dragged me here by the hair, and as soon as Klaus showed up she ditched me. I groaned, and let my head fall into my hands, running my fingers through my curly reddish hair. I saw my ex-boyfriend, Troy, eyeing me from across the bar, and quickly downed the rest of my drink, before standing up and looking around for something to do. My eyes landed on the karaoke stand on stage. No one had gone up yet.

I ruffled my curls, straightened my clothes and walked over. I wasn't drunk, yet, but I had enough alcohol in my system to allow me to want to do something like this. I was a good singer, but I hated to sing in public. Upon reaching the man, I put in the request, and took the mic. The song started up, the familiar notes filling my head, and I started belting out the lyrics, my rich voice causing most heads to turn, save a few couples and drunks.

¨Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp, And she's probably getting frisky... Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink, 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey... Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick, Showing her how to shoot a combo... And he don't know...¨ My ex quickly turned back the glass of liquor in front of him, and I drew in a deep breath, before the powerful sound of the emotion fuels lyrics poured out of my mouth, coming from deep in my chest, ¨That I dug my key into the side, Of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats... I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all 4 tires... Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.¨ Caroline was grinning slyly at me, as most of the grill had gotten up and started dancing to the song. When she met my gaze, she motioned towards the booth I had previously been sitting in. Kol, one of the originals, was sitting, and watching me with hungry eyes. Tonight I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, a white lace top over a black cami, and had my long curly hair down to my waist. A loose soft sweater was balled up in my booth. The outfit was very flattering, the top complimented my curves, and the jeans made my legs look amazing.

I flashed him a smirk as I continued singing, ¨Right now, she's probably up singing some, White-trash version of Shania karaoke. Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk" And he's a-thinking that he's gonna get lucky, Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars worth of that bathroom Polo... Oh, and he don't know... That I dug my key into the side Of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats, I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all 4 tires... Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl, 'Cause the next time that he cheats... Oh, you know it won't be on me! No... not on me 'Cause I dug my key into the side, Of his pretty little suped up 4 wheel drive, Carved my name into his leather seats... I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights, Slashed a hole in all 4 tires... Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats. Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats...Oh, before he cheats... oh, oh.¨

As I finished the crowded restaurant roared with cheers, and Bonnie shouted from the back, ¨Sing the Giving Tree!¨ In an instant the entire dance floor was shouting requests, and I quickly asked the DJ if he could put on giving tree by the plain white tees. After that I sang a few more songs, before I left the stage, and went over to my booth. Kol smirked at me as I dropped into the seat in front of him. Matt came over, and gave me four shots on the house, and left with a wary glance at Kol. I quickly downed two of the shots, and offered Kol one. He shook his head, and I drank the other two. For another hour and a half, I drank shots and talked with Kol. Before long I was smashed.

His dark eyes watched me as I glanced at him, before pulling out my keys and held them out to him. I said, ¨I'm drunk. Probably shouldn't drive... Can you take me home?¨ He nodded slowly, and opened his mouth to say something, before I cut him off by exclaiming drunkenly upon noticing my ex talking to a girl, ¨Wait! Before we go, can I do one thing?¨He raised an eyebrow, before asking me, ¨And what is that?¨ I grinned childishly, and said, ¨I want to trash my ex's car.¨ A smirk spread across his features, and he nodded. He helped me stand before I ran to my car, and pulled the pocket knife from under the seat and the baseball bat from the back.