yungblud imagines || d.h

josslyn pt II

two months ago, you walked away from your best friend and potential lover, technically he pushed you away, but you didn't care anymore...or at least that's what your friends were thinking.

you still kept every photo on your phone and your scrapbook, every song you two wrote together in your memos, every tee shirt or hoodie of his, you slept in. "y/n, come on! we'll miss the vodka!" you run down stairs to meet olivia, who's dressed up as a sexy mouse, more specifically karen from mean girls. "oh my god you look sexy," she said to you, as you come down in a distressed mini cheer skirt and top, stained with blood, fake of course, and a long , straight, gorgeous wig with a devilish smile carved over your mouth. you were going to the halloween party as jennifer from jennifer's body. you give a devilish twirl and a smirk before she locks arms and practically drags you out the door.

"i want to find someone tonight, liv," you admitted. part of you wanted to fall in love with someone new, and part of you wanted to see dom, just to see how he's been and to let him see how you've been. "well there will be plenty of options tonight and we're dropping the song tonight and you're going to sing it for me," she said with a cheeky grin.

"what no, i- i can't," your face began to flush.

"oh please, you've got pipes on top of your pipes, y/n," she laughed at your bashfulness, "plus, i'm still recovering from my vocal strain, so...you have to."

you groan as you give in, "okay, okay, fine. fine, fine, fine fine, fine!" you take a drink to ease your butterflies.

pulling up to the party was pretty wicked. it was as if you two had arrived at a hollywood movie premiere or something. "wow, ash really went all out for this one," olivia says exactly what you're thinking. you both smile as you get out and olivia hands her keys to the valet and approach the man at the door. you show him your invitations and he opens the velvet rope to let you through, "oh my gosh, they have velvet ropes too," you said as you took a look around; it was truly like living a dream.

"let's go get some pictures before we get wasted and melt our awesome costumes away," olivia says to you, practically dragging you away from the entrance.

after twenty minutes of a quick photoshoot, olivia goes to grab a drink and your friend ashley finally spots you and approaches, "you guys made it! oh my god y/n, you look killer. totally going to do this look next year," she points out your wicked sfx skills. "are you kidding," you responded, "you're out here looking like a fucking goddess per usual," you compliment her.

"olivia went to grab a drink, but she'll be back shortly," you said apologetically. "that's fine, but i really don't want to be the barer of bad news but...colson invited dominic without telling me and so now he'll be showing up with her as a plus one." your heart sank through the soul of your chest. you were already ready to leave and you weren't even drunk yet. "...but it's okay! i will do my best to keep him far from your sight as long as i'm sober," she tells you. you laugh at her remark, "plus, i have to sing olivia's new single tonight because she's still on vocal rest from blowing a pipe," you told ashley; her excitement jolts through her body, "oh! here! to get you started so the jitters won't be problematic," she tells you as she hands you a shot.

for a moment, it was like having a staring contest, but with your problems. you dreaded the idea of dominic showing up, and you didn't want him thinking you were still dwelling on what happened...even though you were; then again, you really wanted to give him a final "fuck you" especially after the last time he tried to speak with you.

it's been two days since the big scene at the bar. dominic's vehicle still sat in your driveway, his clothes still in your drawer, cologne still lingering through your house, the pain still fresh in your mind and body. the current time is 9:30 p.m. and you remained curled on your couch in the dark. the only hint of light in the house was coming from your television where you watched clueless as you eat your takeout. you did most of your dehydrating by crying yesterday and all of the night before that. you were now just mostly fueled with anger, you thought you'd taken care of it when you and olivia left the two with a grand send off; must've not worked since you were drunk. you pull out your phone to text olivia, but his notification still begs to be noticed every time you unlock your phone. you never could bring it to block his number; he was always the one you went to when you weren't right with yourself, and now you didn't even have that. yes, you had olivia and she'd always try hyping you up to get out of a funk, but he always tried to converse down to the core problem right before kicking it out the door with his wisdom of a seventy-something-year-old man. you turned of your read receipts in your settings so he could still feel ignored.