Goodbye. {Shawn Mendes Fanfic}

Trust

All day I listened to Shawn's advice he gave me. Anytime I saw one of the guys I made sure I was near a teacher. I avoided going places by myself. I avoided going outside and stayed indoors with teachers trying to bring my grade up.

My grades were all above an 85 but I wanted to go to an amazing school for psychology or therapy. Obviously I want to be a psychologist or therapist for kids and teenagers who suffer with depression and/or anxiety. Stuff that I can relate to that way I can say I know exactly how you feel and what you were going through. Things will always get rough and people might not be there but sometimes you have to be there for yourself instead of depending on someone else to be there and help you. People in this world don't care much about others that's why you have to love and accept yourself before letting someone else love you. I want them to know it's okay to feel sad, upset, angry, tired, done and depressed. All those feelings are apart of life and everyone feels that way at some point.

People have always told me that I give great advice and they don't understand why I don't take my advice myself but the truth is I honestly don't know. I feel like things are different for me for some odd reason, I feel like nobody understands even though there are people out there who endure the same problems I do on a day to day basis. I just feel as if I deserve it because I'm not good enough.

At two o'clock I went straight to the principles office. No one was there meaning I didn't need an excuse to be in here.
A few minutes passed and the hallways were empty. I hear footsteps coming towards the office and I got scared.

What if the guys know I'm in here?
What if I shouldn't have trusted shawn and he told the guys where I would be at two o'clock?
What if...

My next what if was cut short when Shawn walked through the door alone. "Come on we have to leave right now and fast. The guys are looking for you and when they find you it isn't going to end well for you." We heard footsteps coming towards the office and I looked at Shawn with fear in my eyes.

"Go through that door over there it leads to the teachers parking lot. Take my keys and hide in the back seat if my car." Shawn says tossing me the keys and I catch them. "Go now they're coming." He says and I run out the door in the back of Mrs.Whinehouse's office. I ran to Shawn's car in the front of the school and hid in the back of his car like he told me to.

Shawn was still in the office and I don't know why. Ten minutes later shawn walks to the car with paper in his hand. "What's that?" I asked out of curiosity. "Papers for a school trip Mrs.Whinehouse wants me to go on." Shawn said and shoved the paper into his backpack. "Come up here." Shawn says and helps me climb over the seat.

"Do you trust me now?" He asks and I shrug. "I trust you." I finally say and he let's out a sigh of relief "Trusting you is my decision. Proving me right however is your choice, don't make me believe I picked the wrong Decision."

"I promise I'll prove to you that you made the correct choice." I say and Shawn starts the car.

"Lets go someplace." Shawn says and I look over at him. "Where are we going?" I ask and Shawn turns his head to face me for a quick second. "I don't know. Let's just drive around and look for fun things to do." Shawn says and makes a right turn onto the high way.

"What time are your parents going to be home?" Shawn asks and I shrug. "You know with their occupations they have unreasonable hours." I say and Shawn has a smile on his face. "What are you thinking?" I ask afraid to know. Knowing Shawn it could be anything.

"Lets go to Oakland." Shawn says and I stare at him. "No." I said and Shawn laughed. "Why not?" He asked while laughing.

"For starter what about our parents?" I ask and acts like he has everything planned out. "Easy. You tell your mom you're staying at a friends house and I'll tell my mom I'm staying at Taylor's house." He says switching lanes to get away from the car the was driving pretty fast behind him.