Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Two

"So he forced you into this?" Bella asks, sitting on her bed across from you a look of irritation on her face. You had just finished telling her about what had gone down between you and Shawn in the rink, minus the way his hands roamed your body. The last thing you needed was for Bella to think Shawn wanted to fuck you.
"Technically, he said I could choose not to come, but then he'd tell Brian I have feelings for him and I don't want to put Brian through that." You sigh, roaming your closet for something to wear. You had been looking at the same shirts over and over for the past half an hour, nothing seeming to catch your eye.
"You know, I was serious in the rink earlier, so was Geoff." Bella mutters. You turn to look at her, a puzzled look crossing your face. You pull out a shirt, giving it a once over.
"What are you talking about?" You ask her, putting the shirt back on the hanger.
"Brian," She says, fiddling with her thumbs, a nervous habit she has had since the first day you met her. Bella is a naturally nervous person, one who always wants to do the right thing. "I'm not supposed to tell you this but Brian told Geoff that he really does have feelings for you. I know you took it as sort of a joke in the rink, but Brian is very serious about you."
You take a deep breath and look back at Bella, a small smile on your face to try and lighten the situation. "Which is exactly why I don't want Shawn to tell him that i'm interested in him. I don't want to have to let him down." Brian meant the world to you as a friend, you have always been there for him during his heartbreaks through high school and none of them were pretty, you would hate to be the cause of one.
You hear the bed squeak behind you, and next thing you know Bella is by your side picking out her own outfit. "I get it," She states, throwing a couple shirts onto her bed to choose from. "I just wonder, and don't bite my head off for saying this, but why you? No offense, but why is Shawn so adamant on torturing you? And why won't you let me tell G?"
"I really don't know what it is about me in specific, I wish I did. There are so many other girls Shawn can terrorize, but it always ends up coming back to me. Trust me Bell I wish I knew what it was that he saw in me, because I would put a stop to it real quick. Anything to get him off my back," You pause, holding up a shirt to show her, she shakes her head and you return it to your closet with a sigh. "And I don't want G to know because I know how close he and Shawn are, and I don't want to be the reason that their friendship gets messed up. What happens between Shawn and I shouldn't have an effect on Geoff."
She nods and exhales deeply, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence for a moment. You look over to see her frown slowly turning into a grin, "Anyways, I know that you don't want to go to the party, but I will be accompanying you along with Geoff and we might as well enjoy ourselves."
You roll your eyes jokingly and nudge he with your elbow, "Help me pick out a shirt first?"
She squealed clapping her hands in excitement, "I was waiting for you to ask!"
Next thing you know, you're sat in the back of Geoff's truck listening to him argue with Bella about who would win in a fight. Your mind wanders back to the conversation you had with Bella in your dorm room and it really has you pondering Shawn's intentions. There are so many other people he could choose to mess around with, but for some odd reason he chose you. The only possible reason would be because he knew how much you disliked him and the thought of that inthrrawled him, made him want to crawl up under your skin. Irk you in anyway possible, for god's sake, maybe it got him off to see how much you loathed him.
Even the first day you had met Shawn he had pissed you off, and ever since then, every interaction you have had with him has gotten progressively more uncomfortable. Yet, oddly enough it seems as if while you were growing more uncomfortable with him, he was growing more comfortable with you.
The thing you hate most about Shawn however, is how god damned beautiful he is. He is exactly your type in every single physical way possible, and this only added fuel to the fire. It was completely unfair that the hottest man you had ever met in your life just so happened to be the biggest asshole you had ever met in your life. And to make things worse, Shawn seemed to know that his looks had effect on you. Every chance he got he was touching you, smirking when he saw heat rise to your cheeks, or when your would clench your thighs together while his hand attempted to run up them. He wanted you to snap, not only at him, but for him.
A voice breaks your out of your thoughts and you look out the window to see Brian making his way down to the car. Bella looks back at you from the front seat and grabs your hand, giving it a tight squeeze before climbing out of the car.
Brian immediately walks over to you, scooping you up into a hug. "Hey hun." He murmurs into your ear gently letting you down and scanning his eyes over your body, "You look nice."
"Thanks Bry, Bella picked it out." You say, forcing a smile. If you were going to be around Brian, you were going to try and act as normal as possible. You didn't want to let on that you knew how he felt about you, or even worse, make him think that you felt the same. However this proved to be difficult when only a moment later, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side.
He nods at Geoff the two of them engaging in a conversation about the game and how they could have scored another shot if Collins was open in the first 5 minutes. You look over to see Bella looking at Brian's arm that was laying over your shoulders, her eyes meet yours and you widen your own, hoping she would take a hint. She raises her eyebrows at you and gives a light smile to which you narrow your eyes.
"Let's go inside." Bella says, grabbing your hand and yanking you from Brian's hold. You let out a laugh, running behind Bella into the house. Your laugh is stunted by your body slamming into a hard figure. Bella escapes to the right of the person and makes her way further into the house.
You stumble back a bit, the persons hand shooting out to grab you and pull you into them so you don't fall down the stairs. "I'm so sorry!" You apologize, grabbing a very familiar tattooed arm. You groan and slowly allow your eyes to travel up their body and to their face. A smirking Shawn is staring down at you, or more at your chest which is spilling out of your top by now. "Actually I take it back, i'm really not sorry."
His hand goes up into your hair, holding your head to look at him, "Glad you made it dollface." He slowly licks his lips, eyes roaming your body before looking back at you. "You clean up pretty damn well, although you look much better with my last name across your back."
You scoff and shove him off of you to walk away but he is hot on your tail, following you into the kitchen and watching your every move. You lean up to grab a bottle of liquor off the cabinet shelf, your height betraying you. As you are about to climb onto the counter to grab it Shawn places a hand on your hip, pushing his hips into your ass one hand grazing over your exposed waist as he reaches over you to grab the bottle. He places it on the counter before leaning his head down to nuzzle into your neck. You roll your eyes and thrust your ass back, a small grunt leaving his lips as he grabs his manhood, eyes darkening. "Fucking bitch." He seethes at you.
You flip him off, grabbing the bottle and turning for a shot glass. You hear Shawn approach you, but luckily he is stopped short by Geoff and Brian who are entering the kitchen. Geoff narrows his eyes at Shawn who is standing over your shoulder, "What are you doing Shawn?" He asks, grabbing your arm gently and pulling you over to him and away from Shawn. You continue to pour your shot, listening in to their conversation, allowing Geoff to take control of the situation. Brian is stood across from you and waits for Shawn's reply.
"Just talking to y/n, catching up." He grins at Geoff before turning to grab himself a beer as you quickly down your shot. "Hey Brian, you want a beer?" He asks, turning and looking directly at you as he speaks. You narrow your eyes at him and let out a little huff.
"No i'm good." Brian says slowly, testing the waters. He could tell something was off about Shawn's behavior, knew that this seemingly harmless question was a trap. Bella walks into the room at this point, about to say something but stops when she notices the way everyone is looking at Shawn.
Shawn continues to look at you directly in the eyes as he addresses Brian. "Are you sure? You really seem to like beer. Hell, beer might even like you too."
"Oh fuck off Shawn!" You say, slamming the shot glass down on the countertop. The glass shatters into bunch of pieces. "You are so damn immature! I'm here aren't I? That was the deal!"
Geoff and Brian stare at you in shock, but your gaze is locked on Shawn and the anger boils in your stomach as your watch his lips curl up into a grin. He closes the fridge, strolling over next to you and opening his beer. "You," He pauses, taking a sip of his beer. "Are incredibly sexy when you're angry."
"Okay, enough." Geoff says stepping in between you and Shawn, shoving him back a bit. "I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but you better get your act together."
Shawn scoffs looking over Geoff's shoulder at you and telling you, "Come see me when you're done being a fucking bitch, I have to tell you something." And just like that, he walks away, returning to the party.
You stand there in shock, Geoff turns to face you his hard features softening a bit, "Do you want to leave?" He asks you, pulling you into a hug.
You shake your head and and sigh into his chest, "Honestly G, I just want to get wasted."
He laughs and is quick to grab a round of beers for the four of you. He cracks them open one by one before raising his up and looking at you, "Here's to the smashed shot glass, loved and never forgotten."
It's an hour later and you don't know if it's the alcohol or the adrenaline still rushing your veins from your encounter with Shawn, but you are dancing along to the music blasting through the speakers, some guys dancing up on you. Your hips are swaying to the beat, the blonde behind you gladly holding them and planting wet kisses on your neck. Reaching behind you, you grab the back of his neck, and his right hand begins to roam your body, exploring your curves. You grip the hair at eh nape of his neck in your fingers as his hand trials over your chest.
All of a sudden, his hands are off of you, the guy behind you arguing with someone, "Dude I'm dancing with her,  just fuck off."
"I need to talk to her." Shawn growls his eyes flashing over his watch before shoving the guy off of you and grabbing you by the arm.
You are quick to pull at your arm and free yourself from Shawn's grip but he then grabs you again, tighter and continues to walk you towards the stairs. "Let go Shawn!" You yell, tugging at his hold.
He pulls you through the crowd of people, knocking into pretty much everyone on his way into the hall. It's mostly empty and much quieter than the living room. You continue to struggle in his grip and  he sighs, pushing you against the wall and holding your hands above your head, "Baby, stay still."
You continue to thrash in his grip, "I'm tired of you manhandling me Shawn, just cause I'm small doesn't mean that you can shove me into walls whenever you please."
He rolls his eyes and brings his head down to your ear whispering in a sickeningly sweet tone, "Honey, please stay still for me, yeah?"
It might be the drinks or maybe its the fact that he says please, but something in your head tells you to listen to him, and you stop fighting. He mutters a thank you and continues to lead you up the stairs and into what you assume is his room.
It's relatively clean in here, walls painted a nice blue, the bed made and a couple guitars hung on the wall. The only mess is a couple shirts tossed near the hamper. He closes the door and gently pushes you up against it.
You let out a displeased grunt and grip his arms, you are in no mood for his games right now. You cut to the chase, "What do you need to tell me."
"Shush." He mutters, lips nipping at your neck. You want to fight him, you really do, but the feeling of having his pretty mouth on your skin, sucking marks onto you is something indescribable. The way his tongue pokes out to run over the mark after he's finished in a certain spot before moving onto another, has you completely fucked for him. You let out a small moan when his lips suck on a spot right above your collarbone, hands curling into his hair, tugging at his silky locks. His eyes flash up to yours and he pulls his lips from your skin before planting them on yours in a rough kiss.
His tongue is poking at your lips in an eager attempt to get you to allow him access, but you aren't budging. He lets out a tiny growl and grabs the backs of your thighs picking you up and holding your body between him and the door. You gasp as he does so, and he uses this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You can feel him, pressed up against your heat, he's hard and he is incredibly big.
Your hands are everywhere, travelling from his hair to his bulging arms and down his toned chest. You grip onto his necklace giving it a harsh tug, a moan escaping his lips and you swear that it's the most amazing sound you have ever heard. He wraps his arms under your ass and moves you to the bed, laying you down and hovering over you. Your lips separate as you stare at the panting boy above you, one curl hanging down his forehead while his eyes travel the length of your body.
He looks back up at you and smirks lips quickly going back in for your neck, sucking more bruises onto the skin before moving down a bit and into the deep V of your crop top. His hands move under your back holding the small of it and arching you up into him. His mouth ghost over your nipple, which is still covered by your shirt. "Are you not wearing a bra?" He asks, eyes darting up to look at you.
You shake your head no and watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, "Jesus fucking christ." His hands yank at the bottom of your crop pulling it over your breasts, eyes visibly darkening at the sight of your exposed chest. He attacks your breasts with his lips, marking you in more spots, brushing his lips over your nubs now and then, but never giving you want you want.
You huff, and grab his head, pulling him down to your nipple and he takes the hint, pulling it between his rosy lips and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. A loud moan of his name escapes your lips as he moves to your other breast. Lightly, he moves his mouth down to your navel and then to the waistband of your shorts. "Wanna hear you moan for me." He says into your skin, fingers looping into the band of your shorts to pull them down, when a knock on the door interrupts him.
He grunts, looking up at you before going to open the door. You quickly adjust your shirt just in time for the door to be opened. Behind the door stands Charles, the fraternity president. A devilish smirk is displayed upon his face as he walks into the room. He turns to look at Shawn, pointing a finger at him, "You lose."
Shawn groans, running a hand down his face, "We were just getting there Charles!"
"The bet was," Charles interrupts. "That you will have had sex with her by 12, and its 12, but nothing seems to have happened."
You stand up off the bed, staring at Shawn incredulously, "This was a fucking bet?"
He glares at you no words leaving his mouth in an attempt to defend himself, there's no way out of this.
You stomp over to him, shoving him against the wall and getting up in his face. You poke his chest with your finger as you talk, "You fucking disgust me Shawn! What the hell is wrong with you?"
He pushes you off of him and you go flying to the floor. Charles excuses himself with a smile as you stand back up tears streaming down your face.
He watches silently as you walk right up to him, slamming your hand across his face. He lets out a little hiss, a red splotchy hand print already evident on his cheek. "I hate you Shawn. I hate you so goddamn much."