Band imagines

Oli Skyes imagine

TRIGGER WARNING

You sat quietly in the corner of the warn out bar booth observing all the drunken chaos going on around you. You drew circles on the side of your sweating beer, closely watching your boyfriend Oliver talk quietly talk with some girl. You looked away when they both started laughing, the girl flashing perfectly aligned teeth and two adorable dimples. She was beautiful to say the least. A wave of sadness and jealously washed over your body. Why couldn't you be that stunning? What made you so unlucky? Why wasn't I allowed to be as pretty as her?

"Y/N, you want another beer?" Someone in your group of friends asked.

"Um no, thank you though." You replied, it appeared you, Oli and the girl were the only sober ones.

You glanced back up at the two. She was closely examining the feather tattoo on the side of his head. She trailed a light finger down the side of his face then moved her dark eyes to his. A grin spread against both of their faces. You couldn't blame Oli for being completely captured by the vixen, if you were a guy you probably would have been too. She had the look innocence but she was obviously anything but.

"Let's play some pool!" Someone hollered from the edge of the booth.

"Com'n Oli! I haven't played pool in forever!" The girl exclaimed with a breezy voice.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him from the booth heading towards the pool tables. She grabbed a pool stick while someone set up the balls in a triangular formation. She bent over the edge of the table and lined it up with the tip of the triangle. She over the stick easily back and forth in her fingers lining up her shot.

Oliver chuckled and shook his head. He walked around her and leaned over, blanketing his body over hers. He positioned her arms how he saw it. The girl, making it quite obvious, pushed her bottom back against his crotch, he returned to pressure by pushing her lower against the edge of the pool table.

You squeezed your beer tightly half hoping it would break. How could he do this right in front of you? Did he really hate dating you that much he felt like he needed to cheat on you right in front of you?

Being the last one in the booth since everyone was playing pool, you slid out easily. You walked quick;y towards the door. You were not gonna just sit there and be made to watch Oliver grind on some girl. You pushed the doors open angrily and turned down the alley beside the bar. You faltered a bit when you saw two bodies smashed up against the brick wall engaged in an intense make out session. You kept walking just wanting to get to your car.

As you got closer you recognized the mans longer hair, and the feather tattoo on the side of his head. Your eyes started to blur with tears and your face contorted as the tears began to multiple. A loud sob popped out of your mouth, and Oliver and the girl separated. Hoe had they gotten out here so quickly? They were just inside.

Oliver looked you over and smirked at your distressed state and the girl curled herself into his chest more just starring at you.

"Is somethin' wrong dear?" He smiled widely at you.

"I...why? Why, Oliver?" You cried, trying your hardest to contain yourself.

"God, you're even uglier when you cry." He wrinkles his nose in disgust, rubbing the back of the girl curled up against him.

A squeak of surprise left your mouth and you quickly smacked your hand over your mouth as more tears started to stream down your face. How could he be so cruel? What happened to the thoughtful Oli you knew so well?