Shawn Mendes Imagines

Broken Nose

I hate gym.

I stood at the batters diamond. I can't play baseball. I can play other sports.

Not baseball.

All the boys stood obnoxiously blabbing about how girls suck at sports and I won't hit the ball. Its true. I mean in this sport at least. I was also a nobody. No one knew me because I just came to this school a couple days ago. The pitcher, some hot guy Shawn watched me as I picked up the bat with a smirk. He along with everyone knew I was mess up, even if they don't even know me. My only friend stood in the outfield sending me thumbs. I smiled and grabbed the bat. I glanced at the gym teacher that wasn't even paying attention. I rolled my eyes and raised the bat. I stared down the Shawn guy.

"I'll go soft for you," he laughed. I narrowed my eyes. He threw the ball. It came hurdling towards me. I was to slow. I tried to swing the bat but the catcher caught it. I frowned as everyone snickered. He pitched again but I didn't hit it.

"One more strike and your out!" One boy said. I got angry. Why are they so mean because I can't play this sport. Before I knew it the ball was coming at me at full speed. I almost threw the bat at the ball. I hit a loud hit and looked to see the baseball in the air. But the thing is.

It went straight for Shawn.

And it hit him right in the nose.

I gasped. Everyone freaked. I hit the ball and I also hurt the star player I word assume by his skill. He fell to the ground grunting. I dropped the bat and ran. Guilt already was making my stomach churn. The gym teacher started to walk over also. Once I got to the huddle. People were hating and loving me. Shawn sat on the ground with blood pooling out his nose. (Sorry for y'all that are scared of blood)

"I'm sorry Shawn I didn't mean to-" He looked up.

"Now everyone move away and someone take Mr. Mendes to the nurses," The teacher said.

"You," Shawn pointed at me. My eyes widened. I guess I owe him though.

"Come on," I said and started to walk with him. "I'm so sorry I think I broke your nose," I stammered out quickly.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Y/N," I said.

"Well Y/N, if you didn't hit me the in the face with a baseball I wouldn't have noticed how pretty you are. Are you new?" He asked. I blushed at his nice words and nodded.

"Well Y/N, nice to meet you," He held out his bloody hand. I gave him a look and laughed. Then he pecked my lips. My eyes almost shot out my head. What the?! "If I can't shake your hand there is my welcome,"

Oh my guacamole do I feel welcome at this school.

A/N

I love how I wrote this imagine tbh. Hit that star guys! It really does mean a lot and it makes my day :)

BTW HANDWRITTEN REVISITED AM I RIGHT?

FAN GIRLLLLL

ok I'm breathing. Kinda. Haha bai mendes lovers!