Everything

8, Shawn

I roll up my window when it begins to rain. I quickly put on my hoodie and run out of the car and into Josie's.

I immediately notice the curly red hair in the booth and find my way to the seat next to her. She runs his fingers through my hair and kisses me on the cheek.

I scoot closer to her and put my arm around her shoulders.

♡

Everyone has had a few drinks, even me. I've had a couple of beers, enough to make the world spin.

"Hey Shawn," Brook says in a little of an upset voice.

"What's up?" I ask and Maria's hand slides up my thighs.

"It's probably that fucking roommate of hers." Maria says and rakes her fingernails along my pants.

"Shut up Maria." Brooklyn says and rolls her eyes, "she's just been a little upset because of her stupid boyfriend." She says and plays with her food with a fork.

"That sucks," I say, feeling a little bad for her.

"She was crying all day, I heard her in the hall talking to her mom. Her own mom said it was her fault for him cheating." Brooklyn spills and leans back.

"She's still crying?"

"Shawn, you should go mess with her!" Maria suggests and I smirk at her.

"Maria, stop." Brooke interrupts.

"No I'm serious, you should totally make her think that you want her! It'd be fucking hilarious. Could you imagine?" She giggles and kisses me.

"No, Shawn," Brooklyn says but has a bit of a smile on her face.

"What should I do?" I ask, getting a little curious.

"You should like, make her like..." Brooklyn shakes her head.

"No, she's already been hurt enough."

"It's not like I'm going to hurt her."

"He'll just make her feel good." Maria giggles and runs her hand up and down my leg.

"Shawn?" Brooklyn asks, looking at me.

"For how long?" I ask and Maria smiles.

"Just at least until she's like, not depressed," Brooklyn says, giving in.

"Chill out Brooke, you've only known this bitch for like a couple of days," I say, taking a sip of some water.

"I just don't think it's right, making her think you like her and stuff."

"It's not like I'm gonna date her." I scoff, "as if I would fucking date her." I chuckle.

"She's too much of a prude. Just get her felt up and ditch her." Maria says and I nod.

"Sounds like a plan," I say and wink at her. She kisses me again.

"Alright well, imma dip than," I say.

"Good luck." Maria says, smacking my ass making me growl at her. A worried look grows on her face.

"Bye."Brooke says and I wave before stepping out of the bar.

♡

I enter the dorm building, I glance at the time, 2:47 am.

I'll wake her up.

I smirk to myself before grabbing my keys and stumbling to her dorm.

When I find the room I insert the keys and walk into the darkroom, closing the door behind me.

I bump into a table making me chuckle softly, I find the light switch and see Brianna. My eyes go wide when I see what she's wearing.

A sweatshirt with only underwear. Her ass sticking out of the covers. She peacefully inhales and exhales.

I walk to the lamp next to her and turn that on and turn off the big light. I walk over to get quiet and move her hair out of her face. Her eyes open slowly and she looks at me.

"Oh God, it's you." She groans and turns onto her side.

"Very funny Brianna," I say sarcastically and stare at her ass. I put my hand on her back and rub it.

"What do you want?" She sighs and slaps my hand. She rolls back over to look at me, her ass going back under the sheets.

"You," I say and her cheeks go red.

"Uh," she's at loss for words. I put my hand under her chin and make her look into my eyes, "Okay, are you drunk?" She asks and I shrug.

"That's my fucking business." I spit.

"Well, you're in my fucking dorm." She replies and I roll my eyes.

"Your aggravating," I say and tilt my head. She moves away from my hand and stands up, revealing her thighs. She doesn't seem to notice. She walks to the door, I walk behind her and she twists the door open.

"You can leave." She says and I shut the door. She stands in front of me. I fill the gap in between our bodies so she's looking up at me.

"You still owe me a kiss," I say and move my hands to the sides of her head. The dim light only shows her wide eyes.

"No thanks." She says and tries to move away from me.

"You driving me insane, Starr," I say and she gulps. I bend my head to breathe on her neck. She takes a deep breath, "do I drive you insane?" I move my breath to her face and our noses touch. Our eyes are locked and I can tell she's nervous by how stiff she is.

"No offense Shawn, but I'm not very fond of you." She says for the third time. Then I do it. I press my lips onto hers and feel a shock go down my spine. It throws me off guard. I then feel her kiss me back. I feel one of her small arms go to my shoulder and run through my hair. Weird feelings of electricity run through me.

I move a hand to her throat and hold it lightly. She moves away from me and we both suck inbreathes. She closes her eyes and looks down. I'm just confused as to what I felt. A familiar feeling, but unrecognizable.

"Shawn, you gotta go." She chuckles and ducks under my arm back to her bed. I shake my head and walk to her small body.

"I don't want to," I whisper and put my hand on her cheek. She shakes her head and pushes me on my chest. I stumble backward. I narrow my eyes.

"Get out Shawn." She demands and I roll my eyes, "I want nothing to do with you."

"What's your problem?" I snarl at her, she crosses her arms.

"My problem? What's your problem? You're the one that kissed me."

"You kissed me back."

"Get out. Your drunk." She demands and points to the door, her eyes burning with fury.

"The book didn't make me cry, it just had a good ending," I say and stare back at her. Her face softens before turning sturn again.

"I don't care, Shawn, get out. I don't want to deal with anyone's shit anymore so get out."

"How are you?" I ask and lean against the wall by the door.

"I'm great, now get the fuck out."

"Your so fucking, ugh." I groan and she rolls her eyes.

"Listen, I didn't ask for you to come in here, so please just get out. I know you don't actually wanna be here so go somewhere else." She sighs and I furrow my brows.

"What makes you so sure I don't want to be here?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. She scoffs.

"It's obvious, I mean, by the way, you act you seem to not like me like, at all." She moves her hair out of her face and tugs her sweatshirt down. I tilt my head and she shakes her head.

"Can you just get out?" She asks me again and I nod.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I wink before opening the door, exiting her room.