Shawn Mendes Imagines

118 - Sober

A/N: May contain some scenes with reference to sex and drinking so I SUGGEST that anyone below the legal age of 18 should skip this.

Staring at the mirror, I had no idea who the girl standing in front of me was. I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my red painted lips as I looked at myself. My hair was curled perfectly, falling gracefully on my back. My eyes were covered in pigments that gave it a smoky brown and shimmery look. The black dress I wore pulled everything together beautifully.

"Are you sure you want to do this, y/n?" Y/bff/n asked from behind me, her voice laced with concern.

"Definitely. And weren't you the one that convinced me to do this?" I said, laughing lightly as I gave myself one more look before turning to face her.

"I know but your management will definitely kill both of us in the morning."

"Don't worry about it. I just need to distract myself, even if it's just for tonight."

"Fine. But do remember that I did try to warn you if they ever drag me into it. I can already see the headlines, claiming that you're some emotionally unstable girl that goes to parties and hooks up with guys to forget her ex."

"Don't bring that stupid clout chaser into this, okay? It's that one time when I actually want to go out after the whole cheating scandal."

I just sighed and grabbed the black clutch containing my wallet and phone. I slipped on a pair of black high heels and turned to her, nudging my head to the side. She groaned before standing up and following me to the car. Once we arrived to the club, I put a pair of black shades on and walked towards the door, an I.D. in hand. I could hear the screams of the paparazzi as I walked in, making me roll my eyes.

"No turning back." Y/bff/n muttered, opening the doors for us.

I was immediately greeted by the smell of sweat and alcohol, making me crinkle my nose in disgust. The music was blaring loud, a crowd jumping around and even dry humping on the dance floor. There were people occupying the booths as well, a few making out while the rest just drank, enjoying the company of friends

"No turning back." I repeated quietly, letting my eyes wonder around the venue.

One of the staff went over to us and led us to a booth. I couldn't help but eagerly sit down on the black leather couch, wanting to get away from the people dancing a little too close to each other. I order a couple of shots of vodka and let myself get used to my surroundings.

"You did eat before we got here, right?" Y/bff/n asked cautiously .

"Yes, mother. Geez, you act as if I haven't done this before." I said, taking my sunglasses off.

"Just making sure. The rest are on their way."

"Good."

We sat there, talking as the rest of our group walked in. A few minutes after their arrival, the waiter returned with our orders. I downed a few shots almost immediately, cringing at the burning sensation running down my throat as I followed it up with the chaser.

"Damn. That willing to let loose, huh?" Bea teased, taking a sip of her cocktail.

"More like, I want to get over the fact that he's getting publicity for having the audacity to cheat on me with one of my high school best friends. Not to mention that he even made it obvious to the entire fucking world that he was fucking some other girl." I said, shrugging and taking another shot.

"So this is like a way for you to move on?"

"Oh, I've moved on. He wasn't worth it and I was about to dump his ass anyway. I'm just pissed that I've been labeled as a sad bitch and have to face questions after questions and sympathetic looks from everyone else during interviews. The worst part is having to act like I'm actually hurt for the sake of not seeming like a heartless celebrity."