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more than me

*No smut, just sad :D but dont worry, SMUT IS ON THE WAY BABYYYYY THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH FOR 20K READS WTFFFF ILYSFM*

Shawn stands across the room, swaying to a song that plays in the atmosphere of the glass building. One of his cousins glare at me, along with her mother and their cousins and so on. I gulp, turning away as I look at the city before us, keeping the wine glass close to my chest as my anxiety makes my heart race.

"Good evening," A brittle old woman says, red lipstick on her lips, scanning my body up and down.

"Good evening ma'am," I tell her, turning towards the woman.

"Your not going to introduce yourself?" She scoffs and I'm quick to bow my head, cursing myself for being so stupid.

"I'm so sorry, I'm Y/n, I'm Shawn's-"

"I know," She spits, a few more woman coming towards me with the same judgemental stares, "I'm one of Shawn's god parents," She explains and I nod.

"Its great to meet you," I smile respectfully and she nods her head, taking a sip of her drink.

"Sam!" I hear a laugh, I glance over and see two of the cousins, laughing, staring at me. The growing anxiety burning my chest, I look back towards the city.

"Its rude to not look at someone while they talk to you," Someone else says, "Although, I wouldn't doubt it from someone like you," My head snaps to the side, my eyes widening at the words.

"Excuse me?" I manage to ask, the other old woman with grayish hair chuckling to herself.

"Shawn could do so much better," She spits honestly and my cheeks grow red.

"What's so special about you? Mm?" A younger woman, a little taller than me asks.

"H-he loves me? I guess," I clear my throat, feeling smaller and smaller at the stares of disgust.

"Love?" A few of them chuckle, patting each other's shoulders, "Honey, Shawn's been through plenty of woman, dont expect you to be any different," She scoffs and I feel a jab in my chest.

"I dont expect to be," I tell her and they raise their eyebrows at me, "I don't expect anything from Shawn," they all laugh again, talking under their breath and whispering in each others ears.

"You must be the lucky girl," I sigh silently as I turn to the tall blonde woman in heels, a snarky smirk on her lips as she stands next to the woman. They all gasp, praising her outfit and suddenly I feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

"See Shawn deserves something like... like you, Olivia," The woman I first talked to bites her lip, shaking her head as Olivia blushes, "Not someone like you, Y/n," She hisses and I look at the girl, who simply looks at me from her glass.

"Listen I may not be as wealthy as Shawn, but I do love him, and i-I know he loves me," I accidentally stutter and Olivia tilts her head.

"That's cute," she nods, "but I'll tell you straight, as soon as you leave," she steps forward, "I'll be taking your place," She straightens her posture, making me a little self-conscious about my own.

"Why is that?" I toughen up, my grip on the glass tight enough to break it.

"Because I'm just as successful as him, I can give him what he needs," She leans forward, "Give him what he wants," She licks her lips, pulling back as my face becomes blush red, my stomach sinking as I let myself think.

I bet you could.

"Now what could it be about you that makes him stay?" she tests and I almost bark at her.