Shawn

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by Rydensmilk

by Rydensmilk

*Back to Shawn's POV*

Was I upset? Yes. But was I angry? No. Maybe it's for the best. I could go back to keeping my crush a secret, and stare at Sean from afar. Yes, it was fucked up for me to say i hate his guts when I actually wish he would do the do to me (Hey don't judge.) And, I would rather throw away my shildo than have my friends find out I actually like Sean. Especially Megan. She'd probably screech so loud it make my eyeballs pop out. Since it was block day, I have break right after this. So I sat down on the concrete bench, waiting for the period to end.

"Come here you noodle looking motherfucker!" I turn around to see an angry bun wearing girl charging towards me, with the group following shortly behind. "What?" "You know what," Gabby butted in, "why in the hell would you do that to our little Sehawn?!" "I didn't do anything!" I yelled back. "Oh really? Then why did Zion see Sean crying in the bathroom?!" Mia shouted. "Why does it matter? I don't like him. He doesn't like me. We are both straight, so no big deal! He's just dramatic and will get over it!"

"Whatever dude. We're going to the library. You can join when you decide not to be such a jackass." Megan's words spit like venom. I knew I crossed a line when I yelled about Sean. I suddenly felt very down. I caused this. I caused my friends anger, and I caused the one boy I like sadness. I needed to go in there. I turned around, walking towards the boys' bathroom.

As I open the door, I heard faint sniffles. "Sean?" I call out, the sniffles stop abruptly. "Sean!" "Fuck off." I finally got a reply. He walks out of a stall facing me. Puffy eyes and all. "Sean please just hear me o-" "Listen here you shildo shoving son of a bitch, I'm hurting! You led me on, believing you actually liked me! How could you?!" Sean's voice was rising by the second, and it was scaring me. "Do you think I'm not hurting? I'm not ready for all of this!!" "Oh boo fucking hoo!" He screamed, reaching out smacking my face. It stung bad.

A look of pure shock arose on both of our faces. I knew he didn't mean to hit me. We just stared at each other, it felt like hours. "Fuck it." He breathed out, and pushed me into a stall. He shoved me against the wall and pressed his lips onto mine. It was fast, passionate, and messy. Our tongues glided onto anothers. We were pressed against each other, both intertwined to eachother. Our little make-out session was put to a stop when I heard a teacher's voice call out:

"What's going on here?!"

Oh shit.