unbreak the broken ✘ shawn hunter (BMW)

T W E N T Y O N E

Topanga and I walk into the small, packed house together, saying hi to the people we know as we head in. When I showed up to Cory and Topanga's place, Topanga told me Cory left with Shawn, and would be meeting us there.

Searching the room, I spot a few of my favorite faces and pull Topanga towards them.

"Hi, boys," I hug Jack and then Eric, briefly. I'm not sure how to approach that territory yet.

"Hi, Ophelia," Jack smiles while looking at the places he just helped nurse from injury, "how are you doing?"

"Great, except if you're asking about my hands. They still hurt like a bitch, especially when I spill a little coffee on them," I slightly joke, holding up my half wrapped hands. I put small bandages on the places they were the worst.

Jack nods in understanding, "and everything else?"

"Better than it once was," I offer, not telling him that my injuries are healing incredibly slowly.

Cory walks over and hands both Topanga and I a drink. I smell it and smell pure alcohol, "What the hell is in this?"

Cory shrugs, "I'm not a great bartender. There's vodka and a little bit of red juice in it."

"A little bit of red juice? What the fuck is red juice?" I ask, taking a tiny sip. "Cranberry juice, Cory. And when you said a little bit, you weren't joking. This is basically straight vodka."

Topanga laughs and thanks Cory for trying his best before dismissing herself to fix her drink a bit. Cory and I make eye contact, and without saying anything else, Cory motions behind him and says, "He's in the kitchen right now."

I guess Topanga let a couple of beans spill, but I couldn't have expected any different. When you love someone, you can't help but want to share everything with them.

Or so I've heard.

After mingling a bit, a dark haired boy came over and asked if the lot of us wanted to play a drinking game - obviously we all agreed.

We are told to make a big circle and once about 15 or so of us joins, we are told what the game is.

"It's called Truth or Shots. Basically truth or dare, but instead of doing a dare, you can opt to take a shot. Someone will start off by asking another player a question. If that player doesn't want to answer, they take a shot. If someone takes a shot, they are skipped and the person that asked the question asks another person a question. It could be the same question, or a completely different one. Everyone understand?" The dark haired boy glances around. No one says no and we begin playing.

It's not until someone asks him a question, that I even realize Shawn is also in the circle sitting right across from me.

"Shawn, how many girls in this circle have you kissed?"

He glances around and examines all of the girls, stopping once he got to me. "By choice?"

I almost vomit. Why does he have to do that?

"By choice, not by choice. Even a peck. How many?"

"One."

"Alright, Shawn. Your turn to ask someone a question." Shawn's eyes leave me and he asks another guy a question.

The game goes around. I'm asked how many guys I've slept with, to which I take a shot, and if I've ever slept with one of my friends, to which I say yes.

A girl in the circle answers a question, and then looks around to see who her victim will be. "Shawn, if you could get with anyone in this circle, who would it be?"

Some people laugh, some people go silent. I'm the latter. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Topanga look over at me.

The girl obviously asked the question thinking Shawn would respond with her name, but instead, he says, "No one here's worth my time."

"Ouch," Cory jokes, obviously not seeing Shawn staring directly at me as he says this.

I look down at my cup and see that it's time for a refill.

Jack looks at me, confusion flooding over, and the realization quickly replacing it. He whips his head over to Shawn and almost nods his head towards me, "That's not true."

"It's true," Shawn laughs cruelly. "I wouldn't touch a single person here, even if they begged me."

I take this as my moment to stand up, hearing Topanga yell at him, "Why would you say that?"

As I begin to walk away, someone grips my upper arm and turns me around to face the group again.

"Ask Ophelia," Shawn grunts through his teeth, his breath reeking of tequila and his eyes going bloodshot. "She told me I wasn't good enough, right, Ophelia?"

I avoid his eyes, trying to walk away from him again. What does he mean? I would never say that. His body nudges into mine from behind, pushing me into the nearest wall. Telling myself that wasn't on purpose, I turn around to face him. I put my hands on his shoulder and push him away from me, only for him to come right back. He comes closer this time, shoving me harder against the wall.

My head slightly bounces off of the wall, causing me to wince, but I recover quickly. I refuse to look away from his eyes now.

"Isn't that right, Phelia?" He spits my name out, "You'd regret me? I would have caused us to end poorly?"

I shake my head, "I never said that."

As if a lightbulb turned on, I know exactly what he's referring to. After I left Eric, I told him that I regret kissing him because we wouldn't have been good together. But I had only said that so he would forget about my feelings and stick to his relationship with Angela. It was my way of saying I would stay out of the way.

"You did, you did say that. I was there," Shawn slurs.

"You're completely twisting my words, and you know it."

Shawn lets a low laugh out, "You know what, Ophelia? Maybe you're the one who's not good enough. Maybe the only people you're good enough for are the ones that let you get on your knees with no question. I'm sure you have one waiting for you upstairs right now, don't you?"

"Alright, that's enough," Jack comes over with Eric, pulling Shawn away from me. "You need to sober up and realize who you're talking to."

I step away from the wall and smile at Jack, "Oh no, he knows exactly who he's talking to. Drunk words, right?"

I don't stop enjoying myself at the party, but my fun stops when I get a glimpse of Angela and Shawn walking upstairs together, glued at the mouth.