Shawn Mendes Imagines

37. Snooty Ladies

Y/N's perspective

And here we are again. One of those boring and way too chic house warming parties. It has been quite frequent those last few years...

Shawn and I, after our wedding, bought a house in this brand new neighbourhood, and we were one of the first couples to move in here. Since then, we've had to take part to every single new neighbours' house warming. I hate that and so does Shawn. We just accept the invitations to seem polite and to avoid gossips about us... We could be easily criticized because of our young age. The fact that 24 year old aldults are lost in the middle of an expensive neighbourhood whereas every other neighbour here is at least 35 and has kids, may seem strange. Most of them don't understand how we could afford a house in this quarter, but at the same time, they've never been brave enough to ask us what we do for a living. Or at least, what Shawn does for a living.

Anyway, we're still here, at Mr. and Mrs.Davis's party. This couple is quite nice, they're younger than the average too, but the other people here are detestable. Many company heads are here, sitting on the couch, a glass of cognac or whiskey in their hand. They're probably talking about how they spend their money on expensive cars, sport bettings or bottles of wine. Honestly, I don't know, and I don't care. Their wifes are standing in a corner of the main room, sipping at their white wine. I suppose they're just talking about the brand new Michael Kors handbag their husband will buy them for the next big event. Or they're just spreading new rumors about a poor innocent, again.

"Hey, darling. Is everything fine ?" Shawn asks me from behind, his arm wrapping around my waist.

He has just finished to talk with one of our neighbours, and he's now checking on me, a bottle of beer in his hand.

"No, Shawn. You know I hate those parties. Can we leave soon ? I can feel their gazes on me all the fucking time." I whisper/yell, pointing at the group of women with my head.

Shawn just chuckles and places a gentle kiss on my temple. He's now right next to me, his arm a bit higher, around my shoulders.

"Baby, believe me, I hate this too. But try to be friendly for thirty more minutes, and then we'll leave. Is that okay ? We have to give of good image of ourselves."

"Shawn..." I pout and give him a hangdog look.

"Oh no, baby. You won't make me change my mind like that this time. Thirty more minutes, okay ? Love you." He kisses my forehead again and walks away.

Thirty minutes...

I can't even feel sorry for myself before someone is already bothering me.

"Oh, Y/N ! Good to see you here, dear. It seems like you've been doing good lately, you and Shawn." Mrs.Evans tells me and gives me her perfect fake smile. "Especially Shawn." She adds in a whisper? and as I follow her gaze, I can see she's staring straight at my husband's back.

Oh Jesus Christ. Don't stare at him for too long or I swear you'll regret it...

"Yeah, we're fine. Nice to see you too." I respond as deceitfully as her. "How are your children ?"

"Amazing ! Jill began her swimming lessons, and she really likes it. Oh, and did you know Mike was the A student of his class ?"

"Really ? That's great !"

I don't give a fuck, Brenda.

She keeps on telling me boring stuff about her life and her perfect little demons called "kids", but my mind is clearly somewhere else. Mrs.Maes and Mrs.Jacob are litterally eye fucking my husband. I try to stay as calm as I can, but I can feel I'm slowly losing my temper.