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“I just feel so stupid, Scott. I mean, how could I have not seen it?”, he ripped another piece off the napkin he’d been fidgeting around with for the last quarter-hour. He rolled it between his fingers before flicking it toward the small candle on the table. “We’d been a couple for the last two years and more than half of it, he had this fuck toy on the side. Am I just not good enough f-”
“Stiles, no!” his best friend who sat in front of him interrupted him. “He’s an asshole and you’ve done nothing wrong. It’s his stupidity. You have been the best boyfriend anyone could wish for. Just because he’s an absolute idiot does not mean it’s any of your fault.”
Stiles looked up and saw Scott smiling at him. He sighed, laid the napkin down and reclined in his chair. The music thumping in his ears, he looked around to gather his thoughts. They currently are in the only bar Beacon Hills had to offer, nothing big, nothing fancy. Beacon Hills was a small town, a 45-minute drive away from the next city with a mall, and the citizens were happy with what they got. ‘Hale’s’ had been around for a long time, but the owners only recently changed. Now every weekend they had special events and contests planned to keep people entertained.
A week ago, after he found out about Theo cheating on him for a long time, he had called Scott and asked him to go out for drinks and to talk and to be distracted.
Stiles had picked up Theo's phone and a sugar slick voice had drawled into his ear, asking if “your little boyfriend finally left for work?” and asking about a repeat performance of the night before.
Stiles had been at a loss for words, his stomach turning, and had thrown Theo's phone across the room where it crashed against the wall and broke. Theo had just returned from taking a shower, and what followed had been a messy fight. Stiles had rapidly packed all his things that had accumulated over time in Theo’s apartment and left as fast as he could.
He had been so angry that he went back some days later and had done ungodly things to Theo's new black Pick-Up Truck that “daddy paid for”. It might not have been a smart move from his side, but: could he be blamed?
Stiles looked back to their table, took his glass of whiskey and drank. “You’re right. He is a fucking asshole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Asshole. Bitch. Whore.” Scott laughed and took Stiles' glass from his hand. “Yes. Forget about him. I’m gonna get us some more, and then we’ll celebrate that you are rid of him.”
“You’re the best Scotty, I love you.”
“Love you too, bro.” He pushed his chair back and strolled to the bar. Stiles turned around on his chair to look at the small makeshift stage the owner of ‘Hale’s’ had organized for karaoke night. The whole evening, drunk people had stepped up on it and sang. Some had a good singing voice, others not so much.
A cold breeze hit him from someone opening the door and when he looked who entered he almost bit his tongue. Theo and the fucking blond bitch that he cheated on him with. Like being hit by lightning, he had almost jumped up from his chair. How could this fucker just go on with his life like this when he had destroyed Stiles’ in just minutes.
Behind him, Scott had come back and set down two glasses on their table. Stiles turned around to him. “What happened?” He gazed back at the door, but Theo and company had already vanished inside the packed bar.
“Nothing, gotta go to the bathroom. Be right back.”
In the bathroom, he washed his face and looked in the mirror. Scott had been right. He’s better than Theo, and he should just forget him. As a flash of genius or idiocy hit him, he grinned at his reflection. He quickly grabbed a paper towel, dried his face, and stepped outside the room.
In a little booth next to the stage, guests could sign up for karaoke on an iPad. He typed in his song and after the person currently singing “Another One Bites The Dust” by Queen, it was his turn.
Two minutes later he stepped on the stage and took the microphone, a girl that worked at ‘Hale’s’ held out for him.
He stepped to the front of the stage and said: “Before I start, I want to dedicate this song to a special person. You have changed my life.”
The music cut in, and he looked around the bar. Some guests looked at him, some engrossed in their conversations. He saw Theo sitting at the bar getting drinks for himself and his girl toy. Stiles had never been a good singer, but right now he poured everything he had into this song:
“Right now, he's probably slow dancin'
With a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky
Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey
Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick
Showin' her how to shoot a combo
And he don't know”
While he sang, more people turned towards the stage and looked at him, listening to him. Even Theo had turned towards him. Stiles saw how bitter Theo’s face looked and how hard he gripped his glass, his knuckles turning white.
He raised one arm and pointed at Theo while he sang, no almost screamed, the next part:
“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights
I slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats”
Next thing he knew, Theo's drink flew right towards his face. He ducked and avoided getting hit by it. Theo was running onto the stage with his hands balled into fists. “I’m going to fucking kill you.” He raged and Stiles flinched back, with the music still running in the background he jumped off the stage, just to get away from him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bouncer and the guy who had stood behind the bar when he first ordered drinks earlier. They cornered Theo on the stage and the bouncer grabbed him, turned his arms around his back, and escorted him down the stage.
Theo thrashed around trying to get out of the grip, which made the bouncer harden it around his wrists. The barkeeper loudly said: “Boyd, please escort him outside and make sure he’s never setting foot in here again.” Turning to Theo, he said: “You’re banned. If I ever see you in here again, I’m gonna call the cops.”
While they dragged Theo towards the door, the last part of the song started to play and Stiles raised the microphone to his lips, his eyes cold, his middle finger raised towards Theo.
“Oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, before he cheats
Oh-oh”
He breathed hard, and before he even registered what he was doing, he raised the microphone in front of him and let it drop to the ground. The song cut off, and he noticed the whole bar had gone silent.
Next, Scott jumped towards him with a loud “Hell yeah!”. The whole bar roared alive, and a lot of people clapped him on the shoulder or his back, approving of what he had done. The music cut in again, and he pushed himself towards the bar. He had to thank the person who helped him. He squeezed himself in between two groups that sat at the bar. Almost immediately, a glass of whiskey was set down in front of him.
“On the house.” He looked up and Stiles's mouth fell open. He had not noticed earlier, but god had sent him the sexiest savior he could ever think of. He wore a dark gray V-neck shirt and VERY well-fitting jeans. A towel was stuck in his right jeans pocket. Shaking himself, Stiles caught his thoughts that had certainly wandered below his savior's waistline.
“Thank you. Not only for the drink but also for earlier…”
“No problem, sweetheart.”
“Yeah… just got out of a nasty relationship.” Stiles blushed at the guy calling him sweetheart.
“Really?” The guy chuckled. “Hadn’t noticed.” Another person at the bar raised his hand, trying to get his attention. “Gotta go now, keep the napkin.”
Before Stiles could even ask for his name, the guy already vanished to the other side of the bar.
Stiles drained the glass and put it to the side. He grabbed the napkin and turned it over.
‘Peter Hale’ he read and below he found a phone number.
He looked back at Peter, smiled, and put the napkin into his pocket, vowing to call him tomorrow. His eyes wandered down towards that perfect ass. Maybe even tonight.