Shawmila // Give me Love

A1 // T1: Life of the Party

Camila

Teenagers and Alcohol do not mix.

Me, and Hormonic, Drunk Boys do not mix.

The music blasted throughout the speakers and I stand in bewilderment on how the neighbors can deal with this. Drunk teenagers roamed around, probably to get laid back.

Multi-Chromic lights flashed in my face as my eyes burned with frustration.

Getting here wasn't exactly easy. And it wasn't worth it.

I wore a spaghetti strap black top along with floral shorts, that slightly exposed my belly. And I didn't enjoy exposure. These boys are more vulgar and perverted than you think. They couldn't keep their hormones in check and they let loose.

I continue walking, looking back to search for Dinah as I slam into a thin structure. I whip my head to look at the obstacle and my eyes widen in shock.

Standing there right in front of me was a silver stripping pole. Who the fuck just has this in their house?!

Then I remember. We are in Taylor's house. Of course there's a stripping pole.

"Wow, Cabello I didn't think you were the type to dance."

Austin Mahone. Dammit.

"Nah, I'm not. Why don't you go to your booty call over there? Maybe she can help you dance " I say bitterly as I point to Becky G. His eyes widen at my comeback and he grumbles as he walks to Becky G. I walk past them as I bump into another thing. But this time it was a human.

"Can you fucking look where you going!?" A male voice boomed. His words slurred to show indication of him being drunk.

Damn my inability of being directionally challenged.

He towered over me, which caused me to freeze in my place.

"Are you retarded? Can you move? Are you disabled?" He suggested.

My fists clenched as I found the audacity to lift my head. My eyes widened as his anger flourished into amusement. His mouth formed a perfect 'o' shape as he smirks at the sight of my presence.

Shawn freaking Mendes. Top jock, and the Life of the Party.

"Camila." He purred.

Bipolar much?

He's flirting with me. Gagging begins now.

"Shawn." I say adding as sickly sweet smile at the end.

He slips his arm around my shoulder as his weight is forced against me. I carefully slip away from his grip as he pouts and his reek of alcohol fills my nose.

"Don't touch me."

He smirks, accentuating his dimples and dammit dimples are the death of me.

"Take a picture it lasts longer."

Cliché.

"Piss off Mendes."

He leans in to my ear as he whispers, "I would love to piss on you."

Shivers were sent down my spines as my stomach twisted in knots, a feeling I am completely familiar with.

No Mila. This is what happened before. Do not fall for such petty advances from these playboys.

"Come on Mila." He pouts as he tugs on my arm.

Heat transferred into my arm, my emotions evolving into something so foreign, and I don't understand why this is happening.

"Shawn, what do you want?!" I ask desperately trying to get away from his trap.

"I want youuuu." He slurred, his staggering figure approaching me.

He suddenly turns around as he slugs his arms in the air.

"I Love Camila Cabello!" He shouts, very loudly.

Well that escalated quickly.

Everyone freezes, as they tilted their heads to face the origin of the shouts. The electronic music dissipates as envious girls, including Taylor, send death glares from afar.

Smooth move, Mendes.

Shawn still continues to grin, as his moron gang cheer encouragingly. My cheeks tint a light shade of pink as I tug harshly on Shawn's letterman jacket in order to catch his attention.

The idiot turns around, the stupid grin on his face, (along with the dimples) , as he jolts towards me.

Everything else continues, as Shawn stares at me. He steps forward as my instincts tell me to back away. My lean back approaches a wall and shit I'm cornered. The smug look on his face tells it all. I fell for the same trick again.

I clamp my eyes shut waiting for him to make a move. Suddenly, a large amount of weights shifts on me, as I slowly open my eyes.

A small smile crawls onto my face as a collapsed Shawn is held captive in my arms. His little huddle of moronic friends approach me as nerves creep my body.

Cameron slaps Shawn on the back, playfully as Jack and Jack grin at the sight.

"Shawn finally got his little crush!" Nash teased.

Where the fuck are they all coming from?!

I looked down at Shawn, sleeping innocently amongst my embrace. Traced of drool forming along his jaw. Almost too cute to be true.

My minuscule smile develops into a grin as I study Shawn's features.

Not so Life of the Party after all is he?

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A/N: For the starter chapter this was pretty cliché but it's cutee
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