𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄

─ ❝ act xxx ❞

⎡ act xxx - confrontation ⎦

┊❝ We don't want to leave you alone ❞┊

── AFTER finally calming herself down enough to creep out of the bathroom and back downstairs to the party and the thumping music that thrummed in her veins, (Y/N) awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck as she stared at the throng of bodies dancing and grinding against each other in the living room. It was enough to leave her feeling a bit disoriented, especially with how dim the room was, but she tried to push through the crowd the best she could.

That is, until a hand grabbed her wrist.

Turning, confused, her eyes widened double their size when seeing Ian standing there with a cold glint to his silver eyes.

In that moment, time stood still.

Her mind whirred with frantic activity.

What is he doing here!?

Does that mean Dylan is here, too!?

What do they want!?

Why can't they just leave me alone!?

Almost reflexively, she took a step back due to the fear flooding her system, horror dawning across her expression when she only stumbled due to the leg that was fatefully placed there. Ian, still holding onto her hand, used that to his advantage to press her up against the wall, his other hand next to her head, caging her there. Now able to properly look at him, (Y/N) saw that he was dressed casually in dark jeans and a black hoodie, the hood drawn up to hide his face and cast a shadow across his eyes.

She swallowed thickly, her heart beating heavily in that moment and so loudly in her ears.

Watching as Ian's gaze dipped down her body hugged by her dress, his stare lingering on her lips, he finally met her eyes again. His grin on her tightened, and his brows pinched, making it look as if he were internally struggling with something.

(Y/N) didn't care, though.

She wasn't obligated to after everything.

"You certainly dress up nice... (Y/N)," Ian finally murmured, the way he so salaciously said her name making a shiver crawl up and down her body in an unpleasant manner. "When I heard the twins invited you, I thought it was as a joke—maybe out of pity, too, and that you wouldn't actually attend. I guess I was mistaken." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping even lower as he continued, "Surely... you didn't do all this for him, did you?"

"What are you talking about?" She scowled, jerking her head to the side. "And what the hell are you doing here?"

Ian backed away.

But his expression had withered into a glower.

It was almost as if he were disdainful of the very questions she so rightly could ask.

"You didn't think I just arrived, did you?" Ian looked down at her in that mocking way he usually did, her breath hitching at the insinuation that he had been watching her without her even realizing it, her (E/C) eyes showcasing that fear he so very much craved. "You did? Oh... that's cute. See... me and Dylan aren't very patient. We don't want to leave you alone. So, why should we? Even if you come here to so desperately try and get rid of us, it will never happen since we won't let you go." Pressing his lips to her ear, he muttered, "Therefore... I suggest you separate yourself from that fucker, Sawyer. You won't like what will happen if you don't."

Shoving Ian away harshly, her cheeks burning in absolute humiliation from how easily he had been able to see through her, (Y/N) shoved past the crowd that barely voiced their complaints since they were so buzzed on alcohol and the music. Ian watched her go with a lift to his chin that suggested arrogance and a prideful disposition before he glanced down at his phone to type something.

Running out of the door and breathing in the cold air with relief, (Y/N) tried to calm her racing heart.

Ian's appearance wasn't planned.

She wasn't supposed to hear his words.

Yet, he showed up nonetheless, and she had.

Letting out a slow breath, she then glanced back towards the twins' house to see if Ian had followed her out and was grateful when he didn't. With her mood to party soured, she decided to just text her friends a lie about her being sick so she could go home. She'd tell them about Ian eventually, but not then since she wanted Alina and Kira to enjoy their birthday to the fullest. She then groaned upon remembering her forgotten bag still upstairs in Kira's room.

Sending out a quick text about her fake illness and about her bag, she then turned around so she could walk towards her car only to freeze.

"Hey," Dylan smirked with a small tilt of his head, standing before her on the driveway dressed impeccably as he always did with his hands shoved into his pockets, walking with that type of air that suggested he always obtained what he wanted. "What a coincidence running into you here, huh? Must be fate, right?"

She said nothing, her entire body language screaming of her apprehensiveness.

His smile merely broadened.

"Why?"

"Hm? Why what?"

"Why do you keep insisting on torturing me like this?" (Y/N) questioned with that desperation Ian pointed out she had, feeling as if her pent up emotions were hitting her so suddenly and so painfully like that of a boulder slamming into her. "I just don't get it. Is it because I tried to report you? Do you hate me for that? Is that the reason? Tell... is there even a reason at all?"

"Hah..." Dylan laughed, shaking his head as the sound reverberated through him.

(Y/N) flinched, unnerved.

"At first, it was because you tried to report me—I just thought I could play around with you a bit since you were so fucking stupid," he continued with a malicious snicker, continuing to approach her whilst his eyes lidding and his grin curved. "But, I guess I liked having you around since you were so fun to mess with." Standing in front of her, looking down at her, he then hummed, "I like seeing this look on your face. I could get off to it right now, actually. What do you say, huh? I could show your body pleasures it'll never forget~"

In an instant, (Y/N)'s fist flew through the air, a dull smack filling the once silent night.

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To be continued...