STILES P.O.V
Everything changed on the night that Scott and I chased Jackson... the Kanima... thing.. to the gay club in town. Before that night, I was just your average teenaged guy living the average life. Well, as average as you and your life can be when your best friend is a werewolf, his girlfriend's family wants to kill him, and maybe you too just for good measure, one of your classmates is a creature that literally exists only to kill the people that some other person tells it to, and the man who turned your friend into a werewolf in the first place - along with the rest of his pack - spend most of their time making your life a living hell. Yup, just your average life. Oh, and did I mention that my father is the town's sheriff, and I have to keep the fact that I'm wound up in all of this from him?
Anyway, a normal life and an average guy who happens to be in love with the most popular girl in school. Whom I may finally have a chance with, seeing as how she just happened to have broken up with her now-ex-boyfriend, Jackson, a.k.a the kanima, the creature that's terrorizing the town by slaughtering a bunch seemingly random people. Which just so happens to be making things extremely complicated for my dad, the sheriff. Okay, fine, I'll admit it. Maybe my life isn't exactly the most normal one out there to begin with. After all of this, I guess I should have expected life to throw another curve ball at me. Perfect, I just can't get a break.
When we walked into the club something immediately jumped out at me, or didn't jump out at me depending on how you look at it. There were no girls at this club. I'm not talking about just a small amount of girls that are vastly outnumbered by the guys. I mean literally no girls at all. None. Just a bunch of guys standing around the bar, a bunch of guys out on the dance floor, and, yup, that's a pair of guys grinding on each other right out in the middle of the floor.
"Um, Scott? I think this may be a gay bar." I blurt out bluntly.
Scott doesn't even joke about how obvious that is. He just stares out on the floor. "Yeah..." He replied weakly as we stay up by the front, not really sure what to do.
"So, uh, should we maybe go grab a drink while we look for Jackson?" I offer after a short while, trying to find something to distract us. I was extremely relieved when he agreed, with his usual mischievous grin growing on his face. Of course, the bar tendered just gave us a flat stare when we tried, and offered us a pair of Coke's. Oh well, can't have everything.
It happened while we were waiting up at the bar. Scott, of course, was busy looking around for any sign of Jackson he could find. I had given up a little while ago and was just looking around the crowd. Then I saw them. An innocent enough couple dancing together towards the back of the club. Innocent, except for the fact that if you unfocused your eyes just a little bit, you would swear they looked just like Scott and I. They were looking into each other's eyes as the music brought their bodies dangerously close together. Their arms circled around one another as their bodies squeezed together and their lips met. And I couldn't look away. Something inside of me seemed to ache as I intently watched their kiss end. I don't know why I did it, but I tore my eyes away and found myself staring at Scott's face as he was kept looking out over the crowd. I never before noticed how smooth his face was, how his cheeks were perfectly shaped for having a palm placed on either side, or how perfect his plump lips would be to kiss - and where did that come from?!
When the hell did I fall in love with my best friend?