𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ✔

twenty seven

clay and I didn't have our masks on for the rest of the party because everyone knew who we were, so what was the point

after the whole thing, everyone was back to doing their own thing, almost everyone was slow dancing to the music

me and clay were sat at the table glaring at each other, "stop looking at me asshole" I say crossing my arms

"what you gonna do about it" he replies

"rip out your eyeballs" I say

"do it then" he says smirking

we continue staring at each other in silence

"fuck you" I say

"sure" he says, and with that I feel heat rise to my cheeks, I look away shaking my head

George and nick were busy eating at the buffet and I have no idea where the other two girls went but I was so thankful that they were nowhere near me

"youre a piece of shit" I mutter

"what was that?" he questions

"im not gonna repeat myself" I say looking back at him

this is how the past ten minutes have been, we have been trying to annoy each other and to be honest if I didn't hate him so much, this would be hilarious

"y/n listen-" he starts but I cut him off

"no" I say, I watch him get visibly annoyed, screw it this is hilarious

we hear the host clear his throat

"okay ladies and gentlemen, we saw your moves on the dance floor and if im honest, yall suck at dancing" he says, making the crowd laugh.

clay and I had stopped looking at each other to face the host

"anyway jokes aside, its time for the winners dance" he says and my mouth falls apart slightly

"so without wasting time, lets welcome clay and y/n to the dance floor" he says and everyone looks over at us

"no no no no no" I say under my breath and I turn to clay, who smiles

he gets up and walks around the table, eyes not leaving mine, he reaches his hand out and it reminds me of the first time we met

"a dance, m'lady" he says. with the whole crowd looking at us I couldn't say no

I roll my eyes and take his hand, "I really hate you you know" I say

"I know" he says, leading us to the middle of the ball room

he places my hands on his shoulders and he places his hands on my waist

he looks down at me and I look at everyone before looking at him

"we should've just lost the game on purpose" I say

he laughs slightly, "but we both know that because of our egos that's impossible" he says

"no just your ego" I say smiling

he scoffs, "if you say so" he says

I roll my eyes

"better stop rolling your eyes, or you'll regret it when we leave this place" he says.

"who says we're leaving" I ask

"im not leaving with you" I say

"youre not coming back to my gang?" he asks

"nope" I say