Random One-Shots

"Same time next week?" Angie Bouchard x Colins!reader

CW: Implied smut, attempted humor, unwanted flirting(tbh not my best work but enjoy)
Y/n=Your name
Y/l/n=Your last name
Y/h/c=Your hair color
Y/e/c= Your eye color
N/n=Nickname

Word Count 1543

You woke up in an empty bed. You rolled over expecting to see the blond you hooked up with last night but she was nowhere to be found, her clothes were no longer strewn throughout your room but there was a note on the nightstand.

Same time next week?
                        -Angie <3

As you read the note you repeated the name to yourself, Angie. Why did it sound so familiar? You brushed it off and continued with your morning, picking up your clothes, getting dressed, and making coffee as you usually did. While walking around your apartment you caught yourself in the reflection of the hallway mirror, or more accurately, you saw the marks that peppered your neck and chest.

The memories of last night flooded your mind, the way her hands worked your body as her mouth worked your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting made you feel like you were in seventh heaven. Out of curiosity, you decided to check your back, you dropped the sleeves of your shirt to reveal scratch marks covering your shoulders. You chuckled to yourself and continued with your day.

You were enjoying a quiet day when Carolyn called you.
"Hey Carol, what's up?" You said plainly,
"Dude, where are you? Did you forget about the gala?" She asked annoyed. You cursed yourself for forgetting the holiday ball your family decided to hold at the Collins mansion.
"No, definitely not, I'm actually on the way now." You said rushing to your room to find a dress/suit to wear.
"Mhm, I'll see you in five," Carol replied then hung up.

After rushing around your apartment, and breaking at least several traffic laws to get there, you arrived at the Collins house only fashionably late. You walked through the doors and took in the extravagance of the party, live music, catering, and the works.
"Look who finally decided to make an appearance." Your mother, Evelyn, stated. You rolled your eyes and hugged her.
"So what do you need me for?" You asked, and she shrugged in response.
"Just make sure everyone's having a good time and enjoy yourself." She gave you a soft smile and you were going to go your separate ways when you heard her groan.

"What's wrong?" You asked,
"Our guest of honor has arrived," Evelyn said sarcastically. It was at that moment everything clicked. The blond who just walked through the door was Angelique Bouchard, the woman who hated your family and who your family, in turn, also hated. She was Angie. She was the girl from last night. Fuck.

"Evelyn, good to see you again," The blond spoke before turning to you, "You too, Y/n." She winked at you sending a blush creeping up your neck and settling in your cheeks. Evelyn rolled her eyes and told you to get to the party which you did. You enjoyed the music, had a drink or two, and mingled with some of the other Collinsport residents. But the whole time you could feel a pair of cobalt blue eyes watching your every move.

It was almost like a game between the two of you. You'd grab a drink and she'd look you up and down like a predator stalking her prey. You'd make your way through the room striking up a conversation with whoever caught your eye and then looking back at her to see her jaw clench. You'd finally worked up the courage to talk to her and made your way to her when some random guy stopped you and asked you for a dance, not knowing how to say no politely you agreed and he led you to the dance floor.