Imagine

Anywhere But Here

I spent majority of the night trying to avoid Ariana. Austin was very helpful by constantly dragging her on the dance floor and taking her with him to talk to his friends.

   Once she was out of sight, it was a lot easier to act like she didn't exist.

   Adriana spent the beginning of the dance trying to make sure I wasn't uncomfortable. Noah was trailing along the whole time which did little to help with my discomfort. It took a while, but I eventually convinced her that I would be fine with Jordan and that she could go enjoy the dance with her boyfriend.

   She was hesitant, but he pulled her away before she could object. He shot me a thankful glance that I responded to with a tight-lipped smile.

   Then it was Jordan and me.

   It was awkward at first without anyone to mediate our conversation. We ended up stumbling upon something we had in common, and it took off from there. The chemistry between us from pictures earlier in the day had returned and amplified.

   When I would joke or laugh over something, she was quick to always place a hand on me. It was usually my arm, but sometimes her hand would end up on my leg or my own hand. I thought nothing of it and figured she was just a touchy person.

   We were laughing about the differences between the lower and upper class-men. Some people wore jeans and a t-shirt while others had suits and ties or beautiful gown-like dresses.

   Her hand fell on my upper thigh as we laughed and continued to scan around the room. My eyes met Ariana's, and she shot me a glare. I rolled my eyes and looked away. I didn't care if she was in my face or across the room, I refused to let her control my night.

Regardless of what I was talking about with Jordan, I could feel Ariana's stare burning into me from across the room. At first I wasn't sure if I was just paranoid and annoyed, but after turning in whatever direction I felt the stare coming from and seeing her meet my gaze at least 10 times, I was over it.

   Annoyed with her constantly shooting me looks, I decided I needed a break to collect myself.

   "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," I said to Jordan as I stood.

   "Want me to go with you?" She offered.

   "Thank you, but I'll be fine."

   "I'll be at the snack table." True to her word, she made her way over and began to fill a glass with punch.

   I knew there would be a line at the bathroom we were supposed to use, so I made my way to the locker room. I used the key I had been given by coach to help set up for practice.

   I made my way in, quietly closing the door behind me so that no one would know I was there. I made my way around the corner of the coaches' empty office that blocked the door from the rest of the locker room. I walked to the sinks and looked at myself in the mirror.

   What a mess.

   As if things couldn't get any worse, I heard the door open around the corner and the sound of heels hitting the floor.

   Of course she would follow me in here.

   "What do you want?" I asked, not bothering to even look her way.

   "I want to talk." My suspicions were confirmed by the sound of her voice. It was Ariana.

   "About what?"

"About us," she said vaguely.

"What about us? Why don't we just talk about you? About how you lead me on and then acted like I didn't exist? About how I'm only your friend or lover or whatever when it's convenient for you? About how you control everything because you know that I like you. About how you abuse the power you have over me? About how we only ever do anything because the attention you get when I'm around makes you feel better about yourself?"

   She stared back at me, eyes wide in shock.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "That's what I thought." I turned to leave, but she quickly grabbed my wrist.

"Y/n, wait! It's not like that."

"Then what is it like? Please enlighten me."

"I-" She looked back at me, expecting me to understand whatever words couldn't make their way out of her mouth.

"You what?" I spit back, aggravated.

"I-" She was pleading, but she still hadn't managed to get a word out. "Please," it was barely audible.

My anger fueled me. I stepped closer, backing her against the wall. A quiet whimper choked its way out of her throat before I smashed our lips together. The kiss wasn't gentle or sweet. It held everything I was feeling: the betrayal, the hurt, the pain.

She attempted to push me off. "I want to talk."

"Is this not what you want?" I asked, needing clarification and her consent.

"I do," she paused, and I took it as my chance to cut her off.

I pushed her back against the wall and kissed her with twice as much passion as before. My leg made its way between her thighs, and I felt her hips rotating against me, desperate for any kind of friction.

I pinned her hands above her head and pushed my thigh up against her. She broke away and let out a moan.

I began kissing down her neck while her heavy breathing filled my ears. I switched my grip, keeping both of her hands above her head with just one of mine, the other slipping under her dress.

Her hips left my thigh on their own and quickly found their way to my hand. I slid my hand into her underwear and began to make small, slow circles.

Her moans became more frequent as her hips continued to lift up for more.

"Please," she begged.

"Shut up," I angrily demanded before making it happen on my own with another kiss.

I slowly slid my finger inside of her, causing her to let out a deep moan into my mouth. I slipped a second finger in and began to pump.

When I could tell she was getting close, my thumb began to make quick, tight circles against her while my fingers were going fast and deep.

She tightened around me, beginning to shake, and let out the sexiest moan I had ever heard, though I was too upset to genuinely enjoy it. I let her ride out her high.

I felt her heavy breath against my neck, my hands no longer holding her upper body against the wall. Her moans echoed in my left ear. Once her body had stilled and she had calmed down, she slumped against me

The second I was sure she could stand on her own, I removed my hand from her underwear and stepped back. I made my way to the sink and began to wash my hands.

I was throwing away my paper towels and heading for the door before she had finally caught her breath.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here."

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this was originally going to be part of the last chapter but i think it works well on its own so