Gett Off | Prince Imagines

PacSun

Enough of that tame shit; who's ready for a dirty ass imagine?😏😂

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"Ugh, I can't believe your dragging me into this place." You complain as your friend, Lilac, pulls you into one of her favorite stores in the entire mall:

PacSun.

"C'mon Y/N, stop being a lame. It's just for a few moments, and then we can head over to your spot, alright?"

Rolling your eyes dismissively, you groan lowly in response.

"Okay, fine. But hurry up, I don't want to be here for too long."

Lilac smiles joyfully before letting go of your wrist she just had a tight grip on moments ago, and scurrying into the racks of clothes, getting lost within them.

Letting out a deep sigh, you slowly begin checking out the store. You weren't very fond of this place, and didn't like coming here often.

The only reason why you even stepped foot in the establishment was because of Lilacs relentless begging. One way or another she was going to get you to come into the store with her, and unfortunately her constant nagging worked.

The background sound of Vanity's "Nasty Girl" was playing overhead on the speakers as you unwillingly explored the clothing store.

As you were examining a particle of fringed clothing that supposedly stopped midway of the stomach, you felt a pair of eyes boring into your head. Instinctively, you look up, only to be met with a pair of warm honey doe eyes from the other side of the rack.

Being that you could only see the top of their head, you could vaguely make out the tumble of jet black curls that rested itself upon the person's head. Their hazel orbs seemed to become more menacing due to the perfect arch of their thick brows.

You assumed it was a girl because of the lengthy lashes that adorned their eyelids, and the bambi-like roundness of their eyes that was accentuated by the trace of dark eyeliner.

Completely caught off guard, you switch your gaze to the floor briefly and then look back, those same intimidating eyes staring intensely at you.

You furrowed your eyebrows in perplexity at this person's constant staring.

Why the hell are they looking so hard, like damn. You thought to yourself as you gradually made your way to another rack.

Oddly, those same pair of eyes followed you as they move away from behind the racked clothing as well, giving you a glimpse of the person who held those gleaming eyes.

To say that you were shocked at the least, was an understatement. Contradicting your assumption, the person was in fact a male being. In your eyes, probably the prettiest yet intriguingly handsome man you've ever laid sights upon.

Dusky cream was the shade of his amazingly smooth skin, giving him a soft appearance. Ebony curls fell around his face gracefully, enhancing the chiseled structure of his hallowed cheeks. A thin strip of hair outlined the top and corners of his rose-tinted ample lips; his eyes being the most invigorating part of his face.

He wore an all white ruffled attire, his top unbuttoned all the way to expose the small hairs that laid upon his chest along with a golden cross necklace. Your eyes carried themselves to the violet name tag that was pinned to his top, with the words: