Just some why don't we fanfics 🙃
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Your P.O.V
Grabbing the nearest pillow, you slammed it onto your face, trying to block out the intolerable noise coming fro next door. It's been going on ever since HE moved here. HE's the reason you failed your calculus test. You are so done. You slipped on my slippers and started heading out. Thank the lord ou chose to wear leggings and a baggy T-shirt for sleepwear. At least you don't look like a hag. You carefully reached your hand out to knock the door, already feeling stupid.
It's a party. How can anyone hear you. Giving yourself an internal facepalm, you slowly walked in, and the sudden aroma of alcohols and sweats filled your lungs. Almost gagging the whole way, you made it the kitchen, only to find the host taking shots.
You rolled your eyes, and walked towards him. As you approached him, his gaze suddenly lands on you, with a smirk plastered across his face. Of course, another fuckboy. What's the difference, nowadays.
"And might I ask, who are you?" Zach asked me, his voice loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm the girl next door, and it would be a pleasure if you could control the volume of your party, thanks," I replied.
"No can do miss, it's a party. What do you expect?" He chuckled.
"I don't know, like a formal party with tea and biscuits," you retorted, obviously filled with sarcasm.
"How come I've never seen you around before?" He asked again.
"Enough questions, and stop trying to change the subject." I sneered. He let a chuckle escaped his mouth, and used one hand to lift my chin.
"And what was the question?"
"Keep the damn noise down, ya dingus. Some people, like me, are trying to sleep and rest before their busy-ass life consumes them in the morning."
"Aww, why such a pussy?"
"Funny you should say that. You're obviously a fuckboy."
"Yeah, I don't do labels"
"I dOnT dO lAbEls" I mocked him. He laughed at my immaturity, and finally settled down.
"You know, instead of being such a smart-ass, have fun a live a little." I wanted to slap that smirk off of him till NEVER. He was obnoxiously rude, and doesn't seem to have any manners.
"Yeah, I'm gonna slowly decline this offer, and also, suck an ass. I can't deal with people like you." I snorted again and started walking away.
a pair of arm slithered around my waist, as I feel their hot breath heavily against my neck. He pulled me against him, as I felt his boner right behind my thighs. It sent me chills, but I decided to ignore it.
"Not even if I offer to fuck you 'till you can't walk?" He whispered.
"What makes you think that that's gonna change my opinion?"
"Oh, you have no idea." I swear I could basically hear him smirking. I pushed his hands off me and headed for the doors.
"You wish," I said, and exited his house.
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Well that was... something. That was my first short imagine and hopefully u liked it 🙃
