Shawn Mendes Imagines

Art Class

I love art.

It's just the best class ever.

I can't express myself really because I am really shy.

Art kinda... Fixes all the problems.

Today was painting. I sat down at the easel where I usually sit. Preps who just took the class to make up time sat and laughed about whatever gossip Shawn Mendes made. He was the stupid jock that everyone loved. I didn't like anyone. I had no friends. My only friend died a couple months ago..

Suddenly I heard a seat next to me squeak. I glanced to my left to the seat next to me filled, something that never happened. My eyes narrowed at who it was. Shawn Peter Raul Mendes.

"Hello?" His voice snapped me into reality.

"W-what are you doing here?" I stammered. I pushed the rim of my glasses more on my nose and bit my lip.

"Sitting here," He replied and pulled out his paint. I did the same and started to make lines. Maybe a minute later, he pipped up again. "So are you new?" He asked. I looked over.

"No. I have b-been here," I said, slightly annoyed. Did everyone think I didn't go to this school or something. I kept painting, letting my paintbrush brush smoothly against the paper. Colors swirled together in rhythm.

"Maybe you never had classes with me," He said.

"I have had c-classes with you sin-since 4th grade," I stuttered.

"Nice stutter. But maybe I can't notice you under your huge glasses and small voice," That's honestly when I snapped. I glared at the cocky boy.

"Maybe you never noticed me because your ego is to big for your hot air filled head!" I nearly shouted. Everyone in the class looked our way as his expression was shocked. I sat proud but scared for what he would reply. Soon everyone just whispered and worked. The teacher did nothing as usual.

"Why did you yell?" He asked laughing.

"Cause I hate everything about you (why do I love you)," I deadpanned. I just noticed I am not stuttering. This never happens. What was happening to me?! "Remember when you dated my best friend, y/b/f/n. You crushed her heart after you dragged her along for a month then humiliated her in front the whole school by telling her you were dumping her cause she wasn't as pretty as Robin Tuck and then you kissed Robin!" I exclaimed. "I had to hold my best friend as she sobbed because she felt like she was worthless and no one would ever love her. To bad she can't be alive to hear me yell at you!" I shouted. Then I grabbed my paint and threw it at him. Paint splattered all over his shirt. He as much as I don't want to blame anyone for my best friends death is probably a great cause. He bullied her after that incident too... I got up and stormed to the other side of the class to the door as everyone laughed at Shawn. Now he could be humiliated.

A/N

Okay someone tell me they aren't the only one with this glitch?! I had two really good imagines typed. It took me three hours. But magically they deleted when I tried updating them?! I have no time due to basketball tryouts to rewrite the other one but will tomorrow. Sorry for this inconvenience. -_-anyways vote comment and read my imagines guys I am getting more reads by the day and its awesome! Thanks byeeee