Shawn Mendes Imagines

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A/N: This imagine is for @poopyhelen. Hope you like it !

"Hey guys, look," Jack Gilinsky laughed, approaching me with his group of friends, "it's Helen, the little slut."

The boys let out loud laughs as Jack smirked at me.

Backing up in the lockers, I buttoned up the top button on my school blouse.

"Who'd you fuck last night, Helen?Matt, Cameron?" Carter, one of Jack's friends yelled out from the back of the group as the rest of them laughed.

"Nah, she already fucked both of them, along with Johnson," Gilinsky turned and replied before looking back at me.

My cheeks turned red as I tried to defend myself, "I've only been with one guy," I choked up a bit on my words.

Looking to the back of the crowd, my eyes met a small brown pair, a tall boy with rich, brown locks styled into a quiff, a sympathetic look on his face.

"Come on, give us a show, you little whore," Nash yelled, throwing quarters at me as I put my hands up in defense.

"The only payment she takes is dick," Jack yelled, laughing, before shoving my shoulder back into the lockers and walking away, his friends following close behind.

"Helen, are you okay?" I heard a soft voice call as I turned around to meet a delicate pair of caramel colored eyes.

"I-I'm fine," I whispered, my voice cracking a bit.

"I'm so sorry they did that to you, I should've said something," he replied, shaking his head, a fearful look in his eye.

"It's alright," I whispered, blinking back tears.

"I don't think you're a slut, or a whore, or any of those mean things they called you," he responded sweetly, flashing me a genuine smile as he spoke.

"Thanks," I breathed, gathering my books off of the cold, grey tiled hallway.

"Do you wanna maybe, um, hangout right now or something?" He asked shyly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Sure," I gave him a faint smile as he held out his hand.

"I'm Shawn, by the way," he smiled at before the two of us left hand-in-hand.

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-Rebecca