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Shawn Mendes

Lovennox

I sighed looking at the clock. Another half an hour in this class. I look at my teacher who is explaining the difference between mass and weight because someone managed to get them off topic again. I never really enjoyed school. I was quite smart but I didn't like answering questions because I not only was a bit shy, but because I really did not see the need. Why answer the pointless questions from a teacher who wasn't even really teaching me at this point in time. I was about to let my mind wander when I noticed my phone light up.

It was a text from Shawn. "hey Angel-face we are in town, wanna go to the beach?"

I smiled to myself, biting my cheek to fight off a huge grin. Then I remembered I was still in school. "Can't. I'm in school" I responded.

"You hate school anyway. We're coming to get you Angelica," he texted back.

"Shawn I reeeeaallly should stay in school though," I texted.

"One day won't kill you. Plus you've already attended most of your classes." He responded.

I was about to respond when I noticed my teacher staring at me.

"Angelica! Please put away your phone," he reprimanded me.

"Sorry," I apologized. He brushed it off and went back to teaching. Thank god. I didn't want to draw more attention than necessary to myself.

I pushed thoughts of Shawn and the guys out of my mind. I needed to focus and I didn't want to risk getting my phone taken away.

The classroom phone soon rang, interrupting the teacher. He grumbled and picked up the phone. "Hello."

He paused and listened. "Yes, okay."

He hung the phone back up. "Angelica, you are wanted at the office. You can take your books."

I nodded and closed my textbook. I gathered up my belongings and slipped out the class door. Thankfully, I sat near the door so I didn't have to deal with the people at the back that often made comments when I walked by.

I left my class and headed to my locker. I noticed a few kids sitting near it and inwardly cringed. I didn't want to ask them to move, but I knew I was going to have to.

As I got closer, I felt butterflies grow in my stomach. Not the good kind you get when you see your crush, but the bad kind that happen when you are dreading something. I shifted uncomfortably as I stood in front of the crowd of kids sitting in front of my locker.

"Can we help you?" the one boy asked. I recognized him as Logan, I used to have a crush on him when I was in grade nine.

"Ummmm, I kind of need in my locker," I whispered.

"Sorry, didn't catch that. Could you maybe speak at a regular volume?" he asked tauntingly.

"Ummm, you are in front of my locker," I said trying to be a bit louder.

"Right okay, well that's interesting," he said not really showing any inclination to move.

"I kind of need in it."

"Well isn't that funny. I kind of need to sit here," Logan answered. His friends snickered.

"Yeah, we don't need to move," one of his friends chimed in.

I blushed, cursing my cheeks for flaming up. I awkwardly shifted. I hated confrontation.

"What? Nothing else to say but stare? It's like grade nine all over again," Logan laughed.