My first crush (COMPLETED)√

Part 2: 84: He wants revenge

Music thundered through the club — bass vibrating through the walls, through skin, through bone.
Chris Brown's voice rolled across the speakers, smooth and reckless, playing (Hope you do)

Yeah... oh baby...

Neon lights sliced through the darkness, flashing blues and reds across sweating bodies packed tightly together. The scent of alcohol, perfume, and heat clung to the air like a second skin.

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Stephen and Stiles sat in the VIP lounge, half-shadowed by low crimson lighting. Crystal glasses glimmered on the table between them, amber liquid catching every flicker of light. The music was loud here too, but distant enough to allow conversation — and temptation.

Two dancers approached, moving with deliberate confidence. One had striking red hair that gleamed under the lights.

Stiles leaned forward, smirking.

"Come over here, pussycat," he muttered, curling his fingers in invitation.

She stepped closer, swaying her hips. The other dancer turned her attention toward Stephen, brushing against his shoulder, letting her fingers graze his arm. He barely reacted — just lifted his glass, taking a slow sip.

"Come on, bro," Stiles laughed, already tangled in his companion's attention. "Forget everything and enjoy yourself. Look at me."

The dancer tilted Stephen's face away from Stiles, her lips grazing his cheek in an attempt to draw him in. He remained distant — detached — eyes heavy with thought rather than desire.

Meanwhile, Stiles pressed closer to the redhead.

"What's your name, pussycat?" he asked, his voice dipping as he trailed a kiss along her neck.

"Katerine..." she murmured, breathless.

"That's more like it." He grinned, eyes glinting. "Well, Katerine — looks like we've got urgent business."

She giggled, already hooked.
"Of course, darling."

Stephen watched them disappear toward the staircase before leaning back into the couch, exhaling slowly. The music kept pounding, but his mind was elsewhere.

With Sharon.

Always Sharon.

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Sharon POV

Allison spun me toward the mirror again.

"Relax," she insisted, tugging lightly at my sleeve.

The black mesh crop top clung to me, unfamiliar — exposing confidence I wasn't sure I possessed. Paired with my black Tommy jeans, the look felt bold... dangerous even.

"I don't wear things like this," I muttered.

"It's just one night," Allison pleaded.

And somehow... I'd let her win.

My reflection stared back at me — transformed.
Red-dyed hair framing my face.
Lipstick deeper than anything I'd worn before.

Allison stepped beside me, her own hair dark with red tips.

She smirked.
"Now we look like trouble."

Keys jingled in her hand. Decision made.

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The Club

Heat hit us instantly when we entered — music vibrating through the floor, bodies brushing past, laughter and shouting dissolving into chaos.

We squeezed through the crowd. Sweat-slick shoulders, strangers tangled together, couples kissing like the world outside didn't exist. In shadowed corners, people chased distraction and escape.

For a moment I froze.

What am I doing here?

Allison grabbed my wrist, dragging me toward the dance floor where lights exploded overhead. She moved effortlessly, already laughing, already alive in the rhythm.

I tried to match her energy — letting myself move, let go, even if just a little.

Guys approached. Smiles, gestures, invitations.

I refused them all.

Yes, I liked attention. Yes, I liked attractive men.
But mistakes had consequences — and Aaron was still a reminder burned into memory.

Not again.

Allison, on the other hand, welcomed the moment freely, spinning and laughing with anyone who caught her eye.

I envied her ease.

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Stephen POV

Stephen rotated the glass in his hand, watching reflections ripple.

Stiles had vanished upstairs.

He scanned the dance floor absentmindedly — until something familiar caught his eye.

Black and red hair.

Allison.

His gaze sharpened.

And beside her—

Sharon.

Different. Bolder. Alive under flashing lights in a way he hadn't seen before. The sight hit him like cold water.

So this is what she's doing now...

His jaw tightened.

He almost stood — instinct pulling him toward her — until her last words echoed again.

It's over.

The weight of them anchored him back down.

The dancer beside him leaned closer, fingers sliding through his hair.

"So why aren't you enjoying yourself?" she asked.

He swallowed a sip of his drink.

"A girl dumped me."

She blinked, surprised.
"Really?"

A small pause.

Then she shifted closer, confidence unwavering.

"Well... maybe I can help you forget."

This time, Stephen didn't resist. He let anger, pride, and lingering hurt guide him — surrendering to the distraction rather than the connection. His mind burned with conflict he refused to unpack.

For a moment, the music drowned out everything else.

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Sharon POV

Allison nudged me sharply.

"What?"

I leaned closer so I could hear her over the music.

Her eyes widened.

"Isn't that your psycho boyfriend?"

My stomach tightened before I even turned.

And there he was.

Stephen.

Across the club.
Close to someone else.

The lights flashed again — illuminating the distance between us in fragments.

And suddenly, the night didn't feel as carefree as it had moments ago.