a beautiful mistake | s.m [✓]

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one week into the dare; halfway done
Grace's POV:

It's been a week, yet, he still acts off when I'm around. It feels as if he's not actually into me, which is confusing. Wouldn't he stray away if he didn't like me?

Even if he doesn't truly like me, I can't help but feel a slight attraction to the boy.

I was shaken away from my thoughts as students left their desks, indicating that class had ended without me noticing. I clutched my belongings, rushing to my locker in hopes I wouldn't be late to my next class.

I've never been late to a class, and I'm not starting today.

"Are you coming to my house after school?" Shawn asked as I pushed my books in the small space, leaning against my locker.

"Yeah, if you want." I lowly mumbled the ending, then went off to my next class.

*****
after school

     I fixed my hair and makeup before knocking on the old wooden door in front of me, waiting for a reply. I changed into something slightly more presentable because what I wear to school isn't the nicest, since time in the morning is very limited.

He stared at me after he opened, like he was thinking deeply before he answered. I was about to wave to him, when he realized and shook his head, leading me inside.

We walked upstairs automatically, like we always did and just sat in his room til I had to leave, inserting small comments here and there.

We both decided to sit on his bed, a gap big enough for another person to sit in between us. It was very quiet until he spoke up first.

"So... I thought since we don't know a ton about each other we could play 21 questions?" It came out more of a question than a suggestion.

"Nothing dirty, alright?"

*****
Shawn's POV:

     Not going to lie... The first thing I thought when I opened the door was damn. How did I never see her beauty?
Wtf Shawn? You don't like her remember?
Oh, yeah...

I kept staring at her, taking in her features.
Shawn, shut up.

After sitting in my room in silence, I suddenly spoke up. "So... I thought since we don't know a ton about each other we could play 21 questions?"
Why did you suggest that what is wro—

"Nothing dirty, alright?" She replied, smiling softly. Okay, that was pretty cute.
No it wasn't.

"We can both answer though, I'll start... What's your favorite color?"

"Blueeeee." She replied, holding out the vowels.

"Mine too." I agreed, earning a slight nod.

"Favorite clothing brand?"

"I wear basically anything." She agreed once again. Maybe we do have some things in common.

*18 questions later*

"Last question... How many boyfriends have you had?" Her eyes searched the room, trying to think of a way to put it.

"You." She whispered and I instantly felt a small amount of guilt press on my chest.
No, you can't feel bad for that thing. You don't like her.

"Oh." Was all I could manage to say in response, looking down at the floor.

"Well I think you should probably get home and study." I tried to suggest as nice as possible, attempting to make her get the hint she should leave. My feelings were punching me left and right.

"Oh, okay. Bye Shawn." She turned her back and pulled the front door open.

"Bye beautiful." I whispered but the door had already shut.

******
last day of dare

      I'm pacing back and forth in the school bathroom, it's 2:27pm. I have to break up with her today, but I don't think I have enough courage in me to do it. I think I don't want to anymore, I kind of like her.

She's going to hate me when she finds out I was dared to date her. Who does that to a person?

What the hell is wrong with me? I should have backed out from the start. If she likes me back, her heart will shatter and I'd be mad too.

I sadly prepared a note to slip in her locker after school, just so I wouldn't have to tell her face-to-face.

Dear Grace,
You're not going to like this note and I'm sorry. I was dared to date you for two weeks. Today marks two weeks, where in the dare I'm supposed to break up with you and it'll be no big deal. But that's the thing, it's a huge deal.
Before we started hanging out I strongly disliked you and I'm not sure why I couldn't see how beautiful you truly were. I don't want to break up with you and I'm such a coward I can't say this to your gorgeous face.
You have every right to hate me, I get it. What I did was terrible and I'll never forgive myself.
From,
Shawn

So, when the bell rang, I pushed the letter through the vent at the top of her locker and ran. It was only a dare to everyone, but to me, it was more than that.

(sorry for the weird ass time changes & povs this is a bad chapter, I'll fix it more later)