His second choice (s.m)

C H A P T E R . 15 .

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Y/N'S POV:

'Now. If you'll excuse me I'm actually getting a drink for me and my friend.'

I move past Shawn, pouring the alcohol out - this is my first time drinking since I rang Shawn up drunk a month or so ago.

'Really? So now you're gonna get drunk?'

He moves the two cups away from me and raises his eyebrows.

I remain calm.

'I'm not going to get drunk. I'm just going to have a drink - sorry dad am I not allowed? Oh boohoo!'

So much for being calm. Now I'm just being sarcastic.

'Attitude Y/N, quite it.'

'Me? Attitude? That's really rich coming from you.'

I force a laugh before taking the cups and walking off - getting lost in the harsh current of people.

'Hey Ziggy! Sorry I took so long ... bumped into Shawn.'

I pass over his drink and sit down.

'Hey guys!'

Paige and Rori say in unison. Leaning over to kiss my cheek.

'Hey how are you both doing!'

I sit there for most of the night, giving Paige my drink because I decided it's probably more likely Shawn will be flat out drunk and I want us to get home safe.

I head upstairs to sit in one of the rooms, I clamber onto the bed and lie flat on my face with a pillow over my head. Attempting to block out the sounds downstairs, wanting to think things through of whatever is going on between me and Shawn. What was the attitude for? Why was he so blatantly rude to me? And it's not as if he hasn't got hundreds of thousands of girls wishing they were in my position. Think about how jealous I get?

The door swings open and slams shut.

'For fucks sake, baby?'

Baby? He does not sound drunk.

I decide to just lay there, maybe he'll go.

'I'm so glad I didn't drink tonight. You clearly did.'

He mumbles.

I shoot my head up.

'No. I'm actually sober - but thanks.'

He has a shocked expression on his face which then turns to anger?

'Y/N, what were you doing downstairs? Connor of all people?

'I don't even know what you mean'

I shrug, pulling down my dress as it's ridden high up my thighs - to the points it's a little too risky. I catch his eyes tracing over my body.

'My eyes are up here. Shockingly'

'Would you stop with the god damn sarcasm? It's not funny Y/N, you have no idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you all night, I saw all of them down there coming up to you - dancing with you. Eyeing you up. But you're mine. And it pissed me off that you didn't seem slightly bothered about all the girls round me.'