NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄.

eleanor anne kavinsky.

being gorgeous was effortless to her, and she was damned if she didn't already know that. dark brown curls falling to her waist and a cartier bracelet worth most normal people's salary made her the unattainable dream she was. her painted red lips stretched into a wide smile as the several hot ringlights around her made her highlighted cheekbones glow for the gods as those around her tried to comprehend that such a handsome woman could possibly exist.

she smiled for the cameras that captured her every move as she lightly treaded down the red carpet that solidified her status as a star. she ignored the screams and cries from behind the barrier that separated her from those who weren't considered to be as important as her.

after an hour of taking small steps and posing for photos and stopping for short interviews, eleanor finally made it to the doors of the party she was meant to be at. as soon as she entered the room, she slipped back behind the swarm of people to the bar at the back of the room. she sat down on a stool and the bartender noticed her presence and walked over to meet her.

"london... i'm nineteen. i'm legal here, right?" eleanor asked, not remembering.

the bartender nodded and eleanor quickly ordered, craving the familiar burn of alcohol. a few moments later, the bartender came back with a glass in his hand and she nodded in acknowledgement.

slowly sipping on her drink, she surveyed the room, seeing if there was anyone she knew around her. her eyes landed on one particular girl who was laughing at what another had said. eleanor watched her brown hair move with her head as she told a story to the group surrounding her as a huge smile adorned her face. unlike eleanor, she looked genuinely happy to be there and a thought passed her mind.

is that what i look like to others?

after a few minutes of eleanor staring at her, the girl finally started to feel the intensity of eleanor's burning gaze and turned slightly to look at her, and eleanor immediately looked away and sipped on her drink. from her peripheral vision, she saw the girl break away from her group and head towards her.

"hi," the girl said, slipping onto the stool next to her.

"hi," eleanor greeted and sipped again.

there was a moment of awkward silence until the girl broke it with, "i'm camila. uh, camila cabello."

"i know," eleanor spoke smoothly, "and i'm presuming you know who i am considering that i'm dating your 'boyfriend.'"

camila looked shocked for a second but then said quite coolly, "yeah, i know," and then laughed in a cold, manufactured way.

"and you're okay with that?" eleanor asked, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah, i mean it's fake, right? i'm his actual girlfriend and that's all that matters," she shrugged, "and shawn said something about you having a girlfriend too? or you were seeing someone? something like that."

"yeah, something like that," eleanor spoke quietly, her mind drifting over to grace.

"anyway, it was so nice to meet you! i love your work and i hope we meet again! do you want my number?" camila chirped, brightening up suddenly.

"sure," eleanor said, and camila gave eleanor her phone and eleanor typed in her number and as she did, she saw a text notification from shawn.

shawn: hey love, facetime me soon? i miss you honey

eleanor felt a small pang of jealousy but the feeling soon went away as soon as she reminded herself that she would be going home to the most gorgeous and the most amazing woman on earth: miss grace michaels. she didn't need to be jealous. in fact, she was the one that ought to be envied in her opinion.

"here," she handed the phone back to camila and after sending a text to her number, "i, i need to go. it was nice meeting you camila," and then hopped off of the stool and walked towards the door where chris and her bodyguard, jordan, noticed her and followed her out.

"i see you made friends with camila cabello! well done, it'll look good for you. i'm just a little sad that there were no pictures," chris said brightly.

"don't worry," eleanor bleakly replied, "i saw about ten people take pictures of us together," and they clambered into the car that would take them back to their hotel.

"okay, try and rest a little in the car. the hotel isn't too far away and you can get to sleep there," chris spoke softly but kindly.

eleanor sat by the window and stared at the street lights and the red double-decker buses as they drove through the city of london to their hotel. she saw people drunkenly walking down the streets and she thought back to when she was sixteen and doing that exact thing (even though she knew she shouldn't have) and she felt a little nostalgic. those were the days, she thought.

soon enough, she was walking through the huge hotel lobby and before she knew it, she was lying in bed in a tattered pair of sweatpants and an old band t-shirt. her phone started ringing again, and as soon as she saw the caller id, her heart stopped.

"grace?" she answered quickly.

"eleanor, my dear eleanor. have fun at the party?" grace spoke sweetly through the phone.

eleanor immediately relaxed, any worry or anxiety disappearing, "um yeah, i met the chainsmokers who were practically begging me to collab with them but of course, i said no-"

"that wasn't what i was talking about baby," grace spoke again, and thsi time, her tone sent chills down eleanor's spine.

"wait what?" eleanor asked cluelessly, nervousness evident in her voice.

"did the whiskey make you forget? eleanor darling, you knew you had issues when it came to the hard stuff so why go there? how could you forget basically cheating on me-"

"wait, what? i never cheated on you-"

"yeah, yeah, yeah, say what you want to say but actions speak louder than words, right? surely you don't remembering basically flirting with that havana girl. you know? that camila bitch," grace laughed in a way that was almost terrifying.

"grace, i never flirted with her. we talked about shawn and then she asked me about you-"

"honey it was an act to get into your pants. surely you would know better by now."

suddenly the realisation hit eleanor, "you're right, oh my god. how did i not realise. grace, i'm so sorry-"

"you better be. we'll talk about this tomorrow," and then she hung up on her.

eleanor put her phone to the side and closed her eyes. it was safe to say that she wasn't looking forward to that conversation.

a/n - hi! it's been almost three weeks since i updated but here i am! hope you enjoyed this and vote and comment if you did <3 also normani's new music video for waves is so beautiful wow we stan an artist