breaking up with stiles felt like the best choice. you were both in pretty shit situations at the time, and it was a mutual agreement to split up.

it was a friday, so it was no surprise that all of your friends had texted you asking you to come to the party with them. why? because apparently you needed to ‘loosen up because of the break up’. and you agreed. it would be nice to just hang out and get drunk.

you were sat on one of the chairs against the counter top, downing what felt like your fourth cup of alcohol. you glanced around, searching for your friends who mysteriously left you. possibly to make out with some random guy they’ll forget about by tomorrow. who knows?

your phone buzzed against the counter. ignoring the temptation to leave it and just have a good time, you quickly picked it up. what if it was urgent? when you swiped onto messages, you read the contact name ‘Stiles’. fuck. you opened the messages and read over them quickly.

stiles: hejjj stiles: wheeer r yoi? you sighed, placing your phone against the cold counter in frustration. as if on cue, stiles appeared next you, a drunk smile on his face. “..y..i was looking for you,” he slurred out slightly, watching the way your hand gripped your empty glass.