You were in a club, wanting to forget about everything but mostly forget about him. But as we say, the more you try to forget, the more you think about it..
You and your boyfriend broke up two weeks ago but even after two weeks, it still hurts. Two weeks is nothing for you, you don't know if you will be able to forget him, probably not. Stiles is unforgettable.
There was too much secret, you took a sip of vodka. He would lie to you, you took another one. He would not tell you why he lied, and you keep drinking.
Even his friends would help him to lie, like Scott for example. You never knew why they lied and you will probably never know. Of course, Stiles wasn't the only 'bad guy', you had your wrongs too but you couldn't hang out with people who lied to you anymore, even if you loved Stiles with all your heart, you couldn't do it anymore.
You sighed, you didn't want to think too much. You started to dance, you wanted to have fun and that's what you are going to do, have fun. You were dancing with some stranger, boys, girls, you didn't care. They were all laughing with you and for the first time, you forget about Stiles.
The song changed and I Want You To Know by Zedd and Selena Gomez came. You loved this song so you continued to dance but soon, you needed to go to the toilet. You told the group of "friends" that was with you and you walked there but unfortunately there was a lot of people so you had to wait.
"Honey it's raining tonight
But storms always have an eye have an eye
Tell me you're covered tonight
Or tell me lies tell me lies lies"
The image of Stiles came into your mind, making you sigh.
"I want you to know that it's our time
You and me bleed the same light"
"If only.." You murmured.
"I want you to know that I'm all yours
You and me we're the same force"
"I would be yours if.." You didn't even finished your sentence. You felt suddenly tired, angry and sad at the same time.
"I want you to know that it's our time
You and me bleed the same light
I want you to know that I'm all yours
You and me run the same course"
Bullshit.
"I want you to know that you're an asshole." You said taking your phone. The restroom could wait anyway.
You could hear the bip, and you were determined. Even if he doesn't answer, you would leave a message, even if you didn't know what to say to be honest.
But he answered. He cleared his throat, totally lost. "Hello?" He said, hearing the music of the club.
"Heyy Stilinski! How are you?" You laughed but you didn't know why. "No, don't answer. I don't care about your feelings." You added, suddenly cold.
"Are you drunk ?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Why would I ? You think you are so important that I would get drunk to forget about you ? Hell noooo." You lied.
"(Y/N)." He said, hurt.
"I just want you to know that.. you are an asshole, a liar and I hate you." You had tears in your eyes, why was it so hard? You didn't even know if you really hated him but you needed to hurt him, you needed to know he was as broken as you.
"Where are you ?" He asked, ignoring what you just said.
"Do you hear me? I HATE YOU!" you screamed before hanging up. Nobody noticed your scream thanks to the loud music.
You went to the toilet and you decided to take a break from dancing, it was too hot here and the call you had definitely changed your mood, not that you were happy anyway.
You went outside because you needed fresh air, you couldn't stay inside, it was impossible.
Suddenly, you felt something covering your shoulders, causing you to turn around. You could not believe it, he was here and you were speechless. He looked tired or angry, you couldn't tell, maybe both. You missed his brown eyes but looking at them was hurting too.
"What.. are you doing here?" You whispered, not able to speak.
"I came to drive you home." He said looking at you for a second before looking somewhere else.
You were about to say something but he spoke before. "And actually, you don't have a choice."
You laughed, was it a joke?
"Now you wanna act like a hero ? I can take care of myself!" You shouted.
He said nothing and walked closer to you before he picked you up, making you gasp.
"Hey stop, put me down!" You tried to slap his back but he didn't care and you both were now in his jeep.
"What's your problem?" You asked but again he didn't answer, making you angry and it was even worse with the alcohol in your body. "I did not asked you to come get me!"
"I do this for you. Everything I did was for you." He whispered but you still managed to hear it.
"You are not serious right? You don't know how much I want to punch you right now. Everything you did destroyed us!" You shouted "you broke me." you whispered for yourself but he heard it, and it was killing him.
Stiles wanted to tell you everything but then you would be in danger and if anything happen to you, he would never forgive himself. Yes, not being with you anymore was killing him. Seeing you like this was killing him but he wanted to protect you. All the lies were worth it, and even if he would have tell you the truth, you wouldn't have believed him, at least that's what he was thinking. How can you blame him? How can you tell someone you love that werewolves and monsters exist without the fear of being rejected?
He didn't answer, he would rather be silent because he was about to explode and he didn't want you to see it.
"That's all you have to say huh?" You said angry. "God I hate you Stiles. So much." You finally said before you left his car. Tears running on your cheeks, you went in your room knowing you will cry all the night.
Stiles was still in front of your house, your words didn't leave his mind and it was killing him a little bit more.
"It's because I love you that I let you go.." He whispered, completely broken, before he punched the steering wheel.
