If You Were Mine

XVII. Loose or gain?

X: Y/N the ball, get the ball!!

Y/N: Oh crap!

You guys are playing volleyball in PE classes and as usual, you're not able to sign any point...

Sophie: It's ok sis, you'll try next time!

X: She tries, she tries but she never gets it, Such a looser she is!

Those idiot guys you see in films who think they're superior and cool because some girls simp over them but they're actually not even comparable to bald potatoes?
You have one in your class too and he is continously up to you with this sports shi1. Ok lets be honest, you suck at it, but who's he to say that and mock you? Absolutely no one!

Y/N: Yes, I do suck at doing sports but at least I don't spend my time rooming around and thinking of being cool and kissing a different girl every hour! What's special in you, you creapy Mendes? If I'm a looser that you're the damn loss in person!

Shawn slowly gets closer to you with his eyes still onto yours...when you feel his warm and fast breath onto you, you realise that what you've done was not the best thing to do...now this maniac can actually do anything to you...you feel frightened but you still stand still and keep the eye contact, if it happened it happened, you can't quit now and show him he was right!

S: Oh really? You, the girl who's always on books and knows nothing else about the world rather than what a squarefoot of 425 is, are telling me that I'm a looser?

Y/N: The loss in person, actually. And yeah I do stay all the time focused on studies and that's a privilage to me, at least I know more than how a girl's mouth tastes like!

You see Shawn's eyes getting on fire, his body under the leather jacket is trembling from anger...

S: Well now I'll also know how the topper and the nerdy idiot useless girl tastes like!

He puts his hands on your ears and kisses you, a rough and forced kiss...you try to get yourself out of his hold but he's too strong... after he's done, he looks at you with an evilish smile and wipes his lips with the swallow tattoo on his hand.

You keep looking into his eyes with disgust until he winks at you, takes off his black leather jacker, puts it on his left shoulder and leaves

You close your eyes and sit on the stairs, your sis gets there and puts her hand on your shoulder

S: Are you ok sis?

You wave your head mumbling a slight 'yeah' still keeping the eyes closed
You've been hating that guys since the first day you saw him, his attitude, his stare when he looks at girls, his narcisism, you've always found everything about him so excessive, pointless and annoying

But what was that? Why did that 'revenge' made you feel...GOOD??!
Why aren't you mad at him as you should? And why is a inner part of you craving for that touch and that feeling again?

You look at him at the end of the corridor, he's flirting with another girl now and he's doing it with such a constancy, it's like a habit to him by now...

You get out of the mind the idea of falling in love with THE Shawn Mendes, look at the ground and smile, take your bagpack and leave, you sis follows you confused about what's going on inside of your head and you reach the classroom with different images of Shawn running through you head and his taste still running through your mouth.

Some days have passed since the kiss and day by day you realised that what you were thinking was wrong, your hate for Shawn did not fade, it actually became bigger

He has been following other girls and you have been ignoring him as always, but there was no chance you could do that any longer...

Teacher: Y/N and Shawn, after the lesson I want you to go to the storage room, there should be a box with "SPN Project" written on it, you have to bring it here in the classroom as we'll need it for tomorrow's lesson, clear?