Mercy; Shawn Mendes

14. Jealous

"Why? Are you jealous?"

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Veronica.

It's officially been a whole month since I've been living here. We've attended a few more important events over the week. But we've never had another extreme make out like before. We've kind of made ourselves distant.

That day, after the power was back on and the rain stop he left the house. Guaranteed he left to go find someone else fulfill his needs. After he left I went to my room and wondered what the hell was wrong with me.

Why on earth did I let that happen? Why did I get sucked into his moves, his hands, his lips. Just thinking about it made me hot so I made sure to take a cold shower. I scrubbed the places his hands were and just wanted to forget it ever happened.

It was now Monday and I felt like going out. To a party or something. I didn't want to be stuck here anymore. Maybe there's a club around here. I walked to the kitchen needing a water bottle and as always the devil himself is in there.

But since he's here, "Hey I have a question." I say.

He looks up from his laptop, he had his signature smirk on his face.

"What may I help you with?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Get whatever your thinking about out of your head. And I was wondering where a club is around here? One that no one we know or paparazzi would be." I asked.

"And why do you need to know?" He asked back.

I crossed my arms, "Because I want to go out tonight. It's suffocating just being here when we're not out."

He chuckled, "Ace do you want to have fun? You could've asked me I could've helped." He said.

"Shawn stop being full of yourself. I'd rather have fun by myself then with you." I state and he leaned back.

He stayed silent for a minute, "Okay say I do. I'll go with you."

A night with him? Probably bugging me. I don't really think that sounds like fun. More like torture.

"No thanks." I tell him.

He shakes his head, "Then guess you can't go."

He went back to typing away on his laptop as if our convo didn't happen. I didn't want to be here in this house but I didn't want to be near him either. Ugh why does he have to make me so miserable?

"Fine you can go. Now if you're going to go can we go now?" I asked feeling irritated.

He just smiled before closing his laptop and taking it with him as he hopped off the stool. He walked towards the door and walked out of the kitchen. I waited till he was far enough till I walked out and went up.

I went to my room and got changed into something worthy of a club. No one would know who we are there. No need to fake date or be in a fake relationship.

I picked out this pick sparkly bra that could be used as a top. Especially since it's a club, who the hell cares? I picked it with a black waist high tight skirt that stopped a few inches above my belly button and ended mid thigh.