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a quickie

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Sitting in the restaurant with Zace, Mikey, Claude, Drew and Shawn I fiddle with the cold fork in my hand.

"The waiter is taking forever dude," Claude sighs, sitting back in his seat, his arm stretched along the booth. Shawn sits across from me, keeping his eyes trained on mine. I smile at him before sitting back as well.

"So y/n, what you been up to?" Mikey asks me, grabbing his drink.

"Nothing much honestly, I've been thinking about getting a dog," I grin at him, he nods.

"You don't need a dog if you already got Shawnie boy here," Drew chuckles, bumping shoulders with Shawn, he's unfazed.

"Your right about that one," I softly admit, Shawn shifts in his seat leaning slightly further.

"So what kind of dog would you want?" Claude interrupts, I look over at him, his eyes travel along my tight dress that I sit in.

"Honestly, I really love pitbulls so probably that, but I'm also broke so," I chuckle, fixing my posture.

"A pitbull, ey?" Zace raises his eyebrows, putting his drink down, "if you'd like, we could go to the humane society every couple days to see the dogs and see if you like some of them, but there might not be pitbulls," he suggests, shrugging.

"Oh my god, I would love that! Shawn won't go with me though, I already can tell, " I glance at him, his eyes are narrow and piercing through me.

"Of course, here," he sits up to get his phone out his pocket, "what's your number?"

"Its (289) 7-"

"Oh, y/n, you have to take that call with your mom don't you?" Shawn smacks his hand on the table, I jump, covering my mouth to stop my gasp. I give him a confused look, he looks pissed.

"Um, yeah, I totally forgot," I open my mouth to continue but instead he stands up and takes my hand.

"We'll be right back," Shawn hisses, I get out of my seat hastily.

"What's wro-"

"You were gonna give Zace your number?" He grips onto my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom.

"Because I want a dog babe, that's it-"

"It doesn't matter, you know me and him do not fucking get along," he pushes the bathroom door open, not acknowledging the fact that it's the women's restroom. He let's go of my hand, I look around, embarrassed. He checks the stalls, seeing there empty, he locks the door.

"I'm sorry Shawn, I just want a d-"

"Than you laugh when Drew practically calls me a dog," he turns back towards me.

"Baby, it was a joke! Come o-" he stops me by pushing me against a wall, pressing his body against mine.

"You agreed, I heard you y/n. I'm not a fucking idiot," shit he's right, "look at me,"

"Shawn-"

"Look at me." He repeats, demanding in a deep voice. I quickly look up at him, "you will not disrespect me like that, ever," he growls. I nod.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," I apologize, even though I sorta knew what I was doing.

Shawn's hands travel down my thighs, rolling up my dress.

"My favorite," he hums, his finger slipping under the band of my lace thong. I shudder as he teases me, "you've been quite the brat y/n," he pulls his hand away from the band and grips onto my thighs, chills appearing from my skin.