one-shots

Imagine 27

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(Part 2 of imagine 1, can read separately)
I can't believe that stupid ass. "Next time my ass", I mutter walking down to the party. He is becoming more and more annoying. If he doesn't watch his back I will k*ll him with my bare hands. I sit down at my family table that's now empty. The only person still sitting there is my niece who clearly is drunk. "Someone drank too much wine I see", I say laughing. She rolls her eyes and pours herself another glass. "You better watch your mouth, before I make a not so appropriated joke about your flushed cheeks miss innocent", I still, looking at her with wide eyes. "I-",
"Owh shut it", she says before turning around and focusing on the dance floor.

I look around trying to find a waiter and when I do I put my hand up to ask for a new drink. I am clearly not gonna drink out of my own glass anymore. Before the waiter can notice me, a tall figure walks up to me and blocks my view. I look up and roll my eyes. I'm not doing this again. "Can I have this dance, miss innocent", he asks, extending his hand to me. I look up at him with big eyes. This little-. "Owh yes, miss innocent why don't you go and get lose a little", I hear my niece say with a smirk on her face. "I'm a little tired", I say with a fake smile. "Owh please, I insist", he tries again grabbing My hand. "I'll make it quick",.
I look behind him and see my mom looking at me with a different kind of glint in her eyes and I sigh. "One dance",. He smiles and we walk to the dance floor. He puts his hands on my waist, pulling me close and I put my hands on his shoulders and roll my eyes. Lets just get this over with. I feel his breath on my neck and the same goosebumps as before spread over my body. I take in his scent, not able to stop myself. I hate what he does to me. "Have I told you that you look beautiful today", he whispers in my ear. "Shut up", I put my head against his chest and close my eyes. I feel him take a deep breath and his heart is going crazy, or is it mine? "You drive me so crazy", he whispers again. "Shut up, I said",
"Why", I feel his lips on my neck and I freeze. "You don't like my games?", I look up in his eyes, keeping my stare hard. "I don't like anything about you, I never will like anything about you and I never did so stop trying",
"Then why is your body telling me otherwise?", he says coming closer to my face. "Why is your heart beating like you just ran a marathon and why are your cheeks flushed like you just got a compliment from the love of your life?",
"Why is your heart beating like you are looking at the most beautiful person in your life and why are your hands shaking like you are holding something that you are scared to break?", he stills looking at me with a blank face, but I can see the true in his eyes. I lean forward to his ear and whisper: "don't act like I'm the weak one here, it's clear you are playing along with my games and it seems like you are losing",