Stripper sterek au

Chapter 2

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!!" "I'm sorry Stiles." My father says crying. "I'm so so so sorry. I know that you loved that car."

Oh hell no.

"Oh Dad, you don't look like you understand. THIS JEEP- This Jeep was the last thing that we didn't have to sell to live since you're to drunk to work. BECAUSE YES, dad, I know that you do NOT go to work during the day and that you didn't since the day mom died. AND NOW you lost the last thing mom gave me. You lost it. You're understanding me?Because of a fucking stupid game of poker. And we almost lost the house to! Do you know what I will have to do to repay him? I will have to dropped out of school because we can't afford it anymore. Because of a fucking poker game I will not even finish high school."

"I'm sorry Stiles." My father says still crying.

"Sorry's not enough dad. This time you will not get away with a little sorry. You will stop drinking and find a job. With your paycheck we're gonna buy food, so we can still eat properly. And with mine, we're gonna pay YOUR debt." I say, disgust in my voice.

"Ok. I will do whatever you want. I'm so sorry son."

"Stop saying your sorry and do something for fuck sake. I give you the day to cure your hangover but tomorrow I want you to call school to tell them that I can't go anymore and I don't wanna see you home until you've find a job."

He nods. "Now, go to sleep." I say pointing my finger upstair at his bedroom authoritatively.

"I love you." He says as he's getting out of sight in the stairs. "Love you to." I mumble sitting in a kitchen chair elbows on the table head in my hands.

I stay in this position for 5 seconds and then decide it's time for me to act.

I stand and go to the fridge. I take all the beer can I can manage in my arms and empty them in the sink and throw them away.

After repeating this process at least three times and doing the same thing with the whiskey and wine the house is clean of alcohol.

Knowing that we are still early I decide to go out and look for a job. It's crazy how many thing I can do in a day when I wake up early! I should do this every day...
Hahahahahah! Nope.

I decide to begin by the coffee shop close to the house since I DON'T HAVE A CAR ANYMORE.

I open the door of the lovely building and a little bell rings. An old man with a tag name where I can read Mr. Lahey answers me "Hello young man, how can I help you?" "Hi! I need a job and I was wondering if you were hiring?"

"Yeah sure! Come in my office so we can talk." The man leads me in his office and ask me to sit in the cute little armchair in front of his desk.

"So... do you have a CV?" "No, sorry I need to find a job quickly  and I didn't take the time to do it." I say, feeling stupid to don't even think about doing a CV

"No problem kiddo, so what's your name?" "Stiles Stilinski." "How old are you?" "18 years old" "Good. How you doing in school Stiles?"

Fuck.

"Ikindadroppedoutofschooltowork." I mumble. "What?"

Fuuuuck.

"I dropped school. To work. I really need money. But I swear I'm an hard worker!And I can work extra hours!" I say in a rush.  "You think I would hire a kid who's to lazy to go to school? Get out. I don't have place for lazy people like you in my staff."

I get up his disgusting little armchair and get out of this stupid coffee shop.

It hurts more than I want to admit. He just assumed that I didn't go to school anymore because I'm lazy. He doesn't know that I need to provide money for my family.

~5 shitty interviews later~

I'm done. I'm. so. fucking. done.

I didn't find a job.

They all told me the same. fucking. thing. "We don't want kids who dropped out of school." You know what? Maybe they're right. I'm not worth it.

I can't go back home to my father without a job. It will be unfair after what I told him.

My mom always told me that the best way to clear your head is to walk.

So I walked.

I walk farther into town and find myself in front of a bar. But not a random bar.

The Pack. A strip club.

No.
Nope.
No fucking way.
Not gonna happen.

So I start walking agai-
Fuck off I need a job. Like REALLY need a job. And I mean... it can't be that bad.

So I get back in front of the strip club. I look at the the building with the explicit old style tags and posters on the wall. I have to admit they're beautif-

Nope
I'm so not doing this.
Think about what my father would say!

So I walk away again.

Hahaha do I really tought for a second that I could be a stripper?
HA FUCKING HA!
Haaaaaaa... Fuck I really need money.

I once again get back to the strip club.
I mean...I can try...
That's not like they already hired me...
It's just because I really need money and that's not like my father's gonna find out.

I open the door of the strip club asking myself what has my life become when a man in his early forty but I need to say smokin' hot like woah man you fine comes to me and says "Sorry pretty boy, but we're close. Don't worry tho... I will be really really really happy to see you here in an hour."

Oh. He thinks I'm pretty! But he's scary. And he thinks I'm pretty!

I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks while I pass a hand behind my neck "Sorry. Mmh... I'm not here as a client... I- I don't know if you're hiring but.. Eh... I need a job and-" "PETER LET THE POOR GUY ALONE!" A girl screams coming in by a door on the other side of the club.

"Oh but he's the one who comes to me Erica!" He says checking me out. Ok he's scary.

"Sorry but we're close." The girl who I assume is Erica says flipping her blond hair. "Oh but you don't understand Erica. Pretty boy, over here, wants us to hire him." The girl looks at me with a devilish smile and share a knowing look with Peter.

Before I have time to say anything they start...
Howling? Are they?.. Yeah, they're howling. I look at them in shock.

By the same door Erica came in, get out running a guy with a crooked jaw and on his back a guy with curly blond hair, a redhead who look like a queen, a girl with black hair with a little something that says don't mess with me are imma kill you with a spoon, a black guy who look annoyed, a cocky dude and finally- Oh my lord!
A greek god.
A fucking Greek god. He's so fucking hot and sexy that the world look ugly.

I'm gonna faint.