Author's Note: I hope you don't mind that I included a drabble I wrote a while back into this imagine. I thought it would fit with the storyline. Also, I didn't want to have to write something similar to what I had already written.
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It was Friday night and Honky Tonk bar was filled with people who wanted a night out at the hottest bar in town. The aroma of beer and smoke filled the country themed bar. The bar was filled with guys drinking beer and sending drinks to a few girls that were with their friends, in hopes of getting lucky tonight. Couples and friends were line dancing to Alan Jackson's "Good Time" on the small dance floor in front of the empty stage as the band was currently taking a break.
Y/N was at the end of the bar with her friends just like every Friday night. She always had a great time with her girlfriends drinking, talking, laughing, and dancing. A few times she's even flirted with a couple of cute guys who were interested in her. However, she never left the bar with them. She always went home by herself and would leave the napkin with they guy's phone number underneath her watered down drink on the bar counter top. She wasn't interested in any of them. They were simply a distraction for a couple of hours.
Except, tonight was different. Y/N didn't want to go out. She wanted to stay in her bedroom in her pajamas and eat out of her favorite ice cream carton while watching sad romantic movies on Netflix. Tonight would have been her anniversary with Theo had they still been together. Despite her friends warning her about Theo when she first met him, Y/N ignored them and followed her heart. In a short amount of time, she fell in love. However, she never expected her friends to be right. He wasn't the man she thought he was. He was a man who had different sides. He was sweet, loving, and tender with her. Later, she found out he was hungry for power and he would do anything for it, including killing people. She didn't want to be with anyone who not only hurt her, but also hurt and killed some of her friends.
After Theo's sister dragged him to hell, and once the fall semester finished, Y/N left Scott's pack and moved. Her father got a job offer north of California and he was worried Y/N would have a problem leaving in the middle of her senior year. Much to his surprise, Y/N found her father's job promotion as the perfect opportunity to leave everything behind and start new, including cutting all ties with Scott and his pack.
Y/N looked up from her glass, her finger still tracing along the rim. Her eyes landed on someone walking through the door. Someone she hadn't seen in years and thought was gone. He walked in by himself before he walked across the bar and met a couple of guys. Her heart was beating like wildfire against her chest as the memory of meeting Theo crossed her mind.
As Y/N walked towards Stiles and Malia, she noticed they were in the middle of a serious discussion. Stiles eyebrows were furrowed forward, clearly troubled about something, while Malia looked like she was a little bit confused as to why Stiles would be so upset with whatever they were talking about.
"I just don't trust the guy," Stiles stressed, his knuckles turning white as he tightened the grip on his backpack. "He's not the same kid I knew back in fourth grade."
"Who don't you trust?" Y/N asked as she reached the couple.
"No one," Malia quickly answered, hoping to change the subject, but Stiles nodded behind her, "him."
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