Shawn Mendes Imagines (DISCONTINUED)

Bad Boy

Riiiiiinnggggg! The bell for lunch rang. I met up with my best friend, Y/F/N, and we got in the line. In front of us was none other than the school's bad boy, Shawn Mendes.

"Hey babe," he smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not your babe. Turn around and keep walking," I sassed.

"You're feisty. I like that," he said smoothly. I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around and slightly pushed him forward. I could feel his muscles through his leather jacket. Holy shit, I thought. We finally got our food and sat down. As I took a bite of my sandwich, Shawn sat down next to me.

"What do you want Shawn?" I asked coldly.

"I can't eat lunch with you Y/N?" He replied with a question. I looked at him and he sat the douchiest smirk on his face.

"I'm going to go get ketchup," Y/F/N said. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I was screwed.

"Seriously, why are you here?" I ask.

"You're hot so I wanted to get to know you," he stated.

"By 'get to know me' do you mean 'get into my pants'?" I asked. He softly chuckled and shook his head.

"Call me sometime Y/L/N," He smirked, getting up and walking out of the cafeteria. I look over to where he was sitting and there was a piece of paper on the table. I picked it up and stuck it in my pants pocket.

"Where'd Shawn go?" Y/F/N asked when she got back.

"He left. Probably to go smoke or something douchey like that," I said. She giggled and we continued to eat our lunch. Maybe he's not so bad, I thought to myself.

---------------------------------------------------------Thanks for the reads guys! I really hope you enjoy my imagines.

Love, Grace