Empty Promises // s.m.

Party.

A high school party is everything you dream it to be, except worse. The normal music thumping and people making out should be appealing, except it's not. 

When we walked into his house, I almost gagged from the smell of stale beer and how fucking hot it was in there. It's fall and not supposed to be a million degrees. The worst part was that girls I've never met kept giving Shawn the googly eyes. I honestly wanted to punch them all right then and there.

"You want a drink?" Shawn pokes me.

I turn to him and swallow. "Yeah. Not the actual alcohol though. Hell to the fucking no."

He laughs and smirks. "You're too good, Paisley."

"Tell me about it." I huff and find an empty seat on one of the couches. Shawn walks away, like he knows what he's doing. I assume he does, he's been to a hand full of parties.

"You came." I look past the people doing dirty things and see Robbie looking down at me.

"Oh, yeah." I smile and look desperately for Shawn. He normally gets me out of this shit.

"Wanna talk somewhere quiet?" A smirk plays on his lips, giving me the chills.

"Eh, it's fun out here." I smile nervously. How the fuck do I get out of this?

"I can tell you're uncomfortable, Paisley." Robbie raises his eyebrows.

"You're right." I nod.

"Come on." He points away with his head, causing me to carefully get up and slowly follow him. "You know, I didn't think you'd actually come."

"I figured it might be fun." I laugh. Robbie is too nice to try anything right?

"Oh, it will be." He opens a door for me and I walk it, examining it. I guess it might be his bedroom, due to the football posters and stupid cheerleaders, (no offense Amy)

"What did you want to talk about?" I frown when he shuts the door.

"I didn't think we'd actually talk." He comes closer to me and I practically shit myself. I haven't even had my first kiss. What am I supposed to do?

"I thought we could." I slyly step back and smile.

"You can." Robbie places his hand on my waist and starts kissing down my neck. I shiver and immediately panic.

"I don't want to do this." I push on him lightly. He pulls away and looks at me skeptically.

"I heard you were a model for Hollister."

I roll my eyes. "Is that the only reason you liked me in the first place?"

"Wouldn't you like a sexy model?"

"You're disgusting." I push him more and turn away.

"Aren't models supposed to have sex with random people?" He looks angry.

"No, we're not. News flash, Robbie, I'm not a whore." I head to the door until he pulls on me again. 

"I at least want to be your first kiss."

"How do you know that?" I freeze and let my mouth drop open.

"Maybe Shawn isn't as much as your friend that you think."

"No. He would never." I shake my head and grab the door again.

"Shut up." Robbie pushes me against the wall and presses his lips against mine. It's sloppy and definitely nothing like I'd picture it to be.

The door flies open and Shawn gives us a once over before his face turns red. "Get the fuck off her."

"Geez, she's yours." Robbie shoves me to Shawn, him immediately catching me and giving Robbie a final glare before grabbing my hand and dragging me away.