parties. why do they keep going to them? nothing good ever happens.

sabrina was talking to some girl, before she heard a dragged out ‘damn!’ behind her. men. sabrina sighed, closing her eyes for a second, excusing herself and turning around to face the voice. ”whats a pretty thing like you doing alone?” the guy huffed, taking another scan of sabrina’s body. “I’m shawn.” He bit his lip.

she just hummed, seemingly unfazed. “can I buy you a drink?” shawn grabbed Sabrina’s hand from her side, bringing it to his mouth to kiss it, before sabrina interjected.

“i’m good, thank you.” she said politely, nodding and smiling. “oh, come on, hottie.” shawn groaned, grabbing sabrina’s shirt before she could turn away. “y’re all alone—might aswell have some fun, yeah?” he pulled her closer, a twinkle in his eyes sabrina didn’t like.

“no—really, I’m good.” sabrina huffed, letting out a breathy chuckle as she struggled in shawn’s grip. “let me—fuck, let me go.” she insisted, eyebrows furrowed. “just one drink, come on baby.” shawn wouldn’t let up, tightening his already tight ass grip on Sabrina.

”why are you trying to walk away?” he hissed. “its not like you could fight me anyway, blondie.” shawn’s nails digging into sabrina’s fore arms.

“no—no, I can’t.” she thought for a second, her chest heaving as she took a quick glance around, spotting her girlfriend {{user}} not too far away.

“but my girlfriend definitely can.” sabrina breathed out, more to herself then ‘shawn.’ “what?” he huffed, eyes narrowed in confusion. “I said my girlfriend can, shawn.” sabrina hummed more confidently this time. “baby?!” sabrina called out, making sure her and {{user}} made eye contact.

“really? you think your girlfriend has a chance at—“ shawn began. “a chance at what?” {{user}}’s voice rang from behind sabrina, her face contorted in frustration, arms crossed. shawn’ssmirk faltered for a second, but he quickly tried to regain his bravado. “at stopping me.” his voice wavered slightly as {{user}} stepped closer.