a beautiful mistake | s.m [✓]

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Grace's POV:

I had the urge to see Shawn again, badly. He claimed he needed space but the distance is slowly stabbing me. I need to know what he's hiding from me. It's been two or so weeks, I hope he could have a little trust in me by now.

Saturday was boring, as my friends are always too busy to hang out with me. Well, except for Gabby, but she's on vacation for a couple days.

Sunday, or as I like to call it Pre-Monday, was a drag. Shawn hasn't tried to text or talk to me all weekend. I mean, I know he wanted some alone time, but wow.

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Monday, back at school

I drove to school, mentally shooting myself while I double checked for any cars at a stop sign. I hate this place and everyone it in, as they had the same view. I don't know why, they just secretly always have disliked me.

Language was my first class, and I had that one with Shawn.

Our assignment was to write a paragraph about something that means a lot to us. I didn't even have to do anything; I had an old piece I wrote that I found in my notebook. The writing fit the standards perfectly.

It was about feeling alone and my thoughts going insane. In the end it was overall deep, but I loved it.

There was two pieces of folded up paper, so I grabbed the top one assuming it was my paper and turned it in. Shawn did that same and when I passed him, he gave me a small smile. Well, at least I know he's not avoiding me.

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Shawn's POV:

     I was awake til five o'clock in the morning that day, even drove to Tim Horton's twice to grab coffee so I could stay up and decide what to do.

If I break up with her, we'll both be hurt.
If I stay with her, I'll get made fun of more and more.

If I tell her, she'll break up with me.
If I don't tell her, one day she'll find out and loose trust in me.

I'm leaning towards either break up and never tell her or tell her and go from there.

Actually, screw both of those. Let's see how long it takes her to find the note.

In language, I kind of wanted to pretend Grace wasn't there. I know it's rude but if I keep talking to her I'll get made fun of.

I'm friends with a few of the jocks and if they find out about this, I'll never hear the end of it. I could be considered a jock because we're all on the hockey team, but I'm not stuck up like they are.

All I did was smile at her. I couldn't get myself to say anything. My writing was a piece of shit but I turned it in anyways. Might as well fail trying, right?

Her paragraph was all neatly folded up, setting in on the pile. I wonder what she wrote about.

A couple people said they didn't understand her writing and that makes me question if it's too deep or too meaningless.

We didn't talk much the entire day until she ran to my house after school, emotional and emotionless.