Shawn Mendes Imagines

65 - I Don't Hate You

I scoffed and pulled myself away from him, walking away as I tried to calm my beating heart. "Good luck with that!"

The days seemed to pass by quickly but once Friday came, I couldn't help but regret my want for the week to be over. All because of one little thing...

"What?! I'm not going!" I yelled once y/bff/n got to the car.

"Come on, please! I can't go alone and they say that Reanna throws good parties! I can't miss it!" She argued, desperation dripping off her words like poison.

"You of all people know that I hate interacting with several people! Parties are so overrated."

"It's our last year in highschool! Live a little! My mom won't let me go unless you're there! And they have alcohol!"

Once she mentioned alcohol, I was tempted to say yes right away. No! No, no, no, no! Bad y/n! You're not yet legal enough to drink! Don't you even think about it!

"Fine. I'm in." I sighed. Great. My mouth has a brain of its own.

"Yes! Love you so much!" She squealed as I turned to our street.

Once I parked at our garage, y/bff/n left to get some of her things from her house. Perks of living near your best friend. I went inside and walked straight to my room to look for something to wear but eventually gave up and went to the kitchen to get a bag of Cheetos. I went back up and just stared at the open closet.

"I'm here! Your life just got better!" Y/bff/n yelled as she went into my room. "Why aren't you getting ready?!"

"I got hungry." I said, shrugging. (ME! 😂)

She groaned and put her bags down on my couch, making her way over to my closet to look for an outfit for me. She came back out with my dark violet skirt, black open shouldered blouse, and a pair of glittery black heels. Awe! She made sure my clothes were almost as dark as my soul! I licked the cheese off my fingers and went over to get the clothes from her. We both got changed and did our makeup. We were practically twinning except her clothes were a white off shoulder blouse, a- not too bright- yellow skirt, and sparkling white heels. I did my eyeshadow in an ombre of gold and dark brow with a winged eyeliner to top it off while her eyeshadow was more of a silver to rose gold ombre.

I got my phone and texted my mother that we'll be out late before we left. Of course, I forced y/bff/n to drop by McDonald's for dinner since I would most likely be drinking later on. After eating, we drove to the house- I mean mansion- where the party's being held. Not gonna lie, it was actually pretty fun catching up with some old friends, taking shots here and there, and even dancing. Around seven shots in, I started to feel rather tipsy.

I was dancing with a couple of friends when The Hills by The Weeknd started blasting through the speakers. We danced to the beat of the song but later on, I felt someone place their hands on my hips. They turned me around and placed their hands lower, making me push them away and squirm from their grip.

"Get off me!" I growled, trying to pry his hands off.

But the stranger didn't even budge. A heartbeat later, he was finally pulled off me. Once I steadied myself, I looked down to see a familiar brunette hovering on top of the guy, throwing punches at his face.

"Shawn! Shawn, that's enough! That's enough!" I said, pulling him back. "Come on. If you keep beating the shit out of him, someone might call the cops."

He stood up and wiped the blood off his hands. He went over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me away from the crowd. We passed through several other people until we reached the kitchen. I opened searched the drawers to look for a first aid kit and eventually found one. I grabbed his hands and washed them up before placing antiseptic on the cuts on his knuckles. Once it was clean, I wrapped a gauze around it. We just stood there, staring at each other for a while before I broke it and went to the refrigerator to get two bottles of sparkling soda, handing one to him.