bad boy, good lips.✧ shawn mendes

t w e n t y - o n e

getting drunk:

s t e l l a

when we finally got to ian's house you could tell that the party had already started.

there were people outside the house just hanging out. literally there were some people hanging on the tree he had out in front.

"you ready to have some fun?" bree said getting out of the car. well this is a party, might as well have some fun. "let's do this." i yelled and grabbed her hand and walk into ian's big house.

we were greeted by the devil himself, ian.

"well ladies, glad you could join us." he said with a smirk.

"wouldn't miss it for the world." bree smiled. i always think that bree has a thing for ian because the way she acts around him. even though she knows i hate him that won't stop her.

"oh stella! your boyfriend is over there dancing with some girls. hope you're not the jealous type." he smirks pointing to where shawn is. i don't even think that's dancing, they're like practically almost about to have sex.

"shawn is not my boyfriend, and for your information i never get jealous." i walk past him leaving bree standing there alone with him. probably just did her a favor.

i make my way to the bar the get a drink. not really a fan of beer, but today is an exception. on my way a bunch of guys try to grind on me. ew, no thank you.

when i got to the bar there were a bunch of drunk teenage boys. ew.

i couldn't find anything good so i turned around to find bree. in that exact moment someone spilled their during all over me.

"are you freaking kidding! who the freak do you think you are!? watch where you going you a-" i was going off on the guy that spilled the beer in me until i noticed who it was.

"oh, hi brian." i said smiling like nothing happened before.

"are you sure brian's my name? it sounded like you were going to say a-" i cut him off by putting my hand over his mouth.

"okay. i get it just shut up i hate when people cuss." i told him.

"you just said s-" i did it again.this time he licked my hand. "ew!" i said and quickly took my hand and wiped it on his shirt.

"okay. first, sorry about your dress. second, where did you get that dress? you looking fucking hot." he said checking me out.

"its okay. thanks, and don't cuss!" i said playfully punching him.

"okay. so, what are you doing here at a party being sober?" he said getting me a drink.

"well its my job to drive bree home so.." i said and gave him the drink.

"and it's my job to make you have fun at this party so.." he said and gave me the drink back.

after having a argument about it i finally gave up and started drinking it.

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a hour into the party and i was was already drunk. i was dancing with random guys and taking shots from about anyone.

right now i was dancing with brian, well more like me grinding on him. he was pretty drunk too buy i was more.

from the corner of my eye i would see shawn starring at us. he looked kinda mad but i was probably imaging it.