Virgin [sʜᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ]

II

Half a world away from you, but you're always on my mind.

The Vamps

    Shawn had a limp. To expand, he was limping quite terribly, and Olivia was the first to notice. He'd rather not have to face Jack and Aaron today. They had to be sensing something. No one worked their body to the point of practical bed riddance weekly without some sort of serious medical repercussions. He couldn't blame it on the gym, not this time. He knew that they would be suspicious.

          "You're limping." Olivia noted, taking a swig of her juice. She was rightfully inquisitive, Shawn limped way too often. In fact, the last time that she had noticed a considerable difference in his walk had been during their Maui getaway.

          "I-I uh just hurt my ankle playing um rugby?" Not even Shawn believed that one. He hated rugby. Olivia narrowed her eyes into thin slits before offering a chuckle of disbelief that she'd mostly trapped with a closed fist to her mouth.

     Olivia Mendes's hair was a daring brown, lighter than Shawn's, lighter than Aaliyah's. It had been due to her boasting a different mother and it was a fact that everyone knew. And when Olivia came into the picture, it wasn't just Shawn who those two church girls hated, they despised her, called her an abomination, mocked her every move and couldn't stand when she one upped them.

     Olivia Mendes was better than Cindy and Mindy Carlough, everyone knew it. She was more beautiful, more intelligent, more profound, more of everything than they'd ever be. Cindy and Mindy were just bitter church girls who figured they did right by God because they knew how to read a book of legend.

     Shawn began to exaggerate his limp to the fullest degree, [not that it wasn't already drastic] dragging his ankle and using objects as stability posts to get his message across. Olivia still did not look convinced as she watched her brother dramatise his walking pattern in an attempt to gain her stamp of approval.

          "You must be burning up." She said curtly. "I mean what, with that turtle neck jersey. It's a pretty hot day." She said, sipping what Shawn then identified as lemonade. She brandished a muffin and began to stare intently into her brothers eyes. "How was bible study?" Shawn gulped and nodded, not wanting his voice to betray him, but then again he didn't think that he'd just let 'oh I don't know, I was busy sucking my boyfriend off in the cathedral's toilets whilst everyone prayed.' There was always room though, for that simple, slight and discreet slip up. Whether it be a voice crack, or a split second of hesitation, Olivia would know.

     Shawn fiddled with his jersey and he couldn't stop thinking about Cameron who, as promised, ran clear across his mind every single time that he'd found a seat. He'd figured that he should have stayed in bed and feigned illness. He wouldn't have to worry about exaggerating his limp or finding some off way to avoid his mates. He wouldn't have to worry about Olivia, who seemed to wonder far too much for his liking.

          "Whatever, mum said be ready by four, we're having dinner guests. They get here at five." Shawn sighed, not wanting to put on his fake smile and formal attire that only ever came out when he was in church or at some nice restaurant that Cameron, for whatever reason knew of. He didn't count the times where he had to wear exquisite apparel for dinners within that space. Those times weren't genuine, he didn't care to impress some other wealthy family who had brought along their snooty children and chatted nonsense with his parents.

     He was unimpressed with them and their constant praise and worship of his opaque, yet secretly transparent parents. They didn't appear that way no, but he knew. Knew how his father had his issues with infidelity and how his mother couldn't keep a flask down and secured for too long.

     Shawn had thought to maybe feign some kind of illness or to call Cameron over, but his parents probably wouldn't allow it. He also didn't want some strange girl who was a little more well rounded than he was to make artful advances on his boyfriend.

     There had been things like inviting him on rides in her family jet and attempting to show him the hockey stadium that her family owned. Those were the things that hardly no one would turn down. Shawn hated those people, and he hated how private his relationship was on his side of town, how he had to act with poise and elegance, how he couldn't do those things that he did in Cameron's flat at the dinner table, how he couldn't let the sleazy women know that he had the older lad's heart.

     Upon making it upstairs Shawn opened his closet, sliding the hangers forward until he got to the black section. He found his black jumper and white button up, deciding on black trousers too. He had worn his waistcoat last week and had no clue where he had misplaced it, and so it wouldn't have done him much good to go on looking for it when he had other things to do.

     Shawn trudged, making his way to the WC. He was still attempting to maintain his overdone facade, pressing his palm to the wall and guiding it along the full length before pushing off, opening the door and closing it behind him. Shawn had been so used to showering in between two different homes [his family's and Cameron's] that he often left habits behind at one place and exchanged them at the other.

     One habit that he had acquired whilst in the company of Cameron was keeping all doors unlocked at all times. It was a trust thing and safety thing in Cameron's eyes. He didn't want anything happening to Shawn.

     Naturally, Shawn forgot to lock the door when he went in for a shower and almost just as naturally, Olivia made her entrance whilst he was lathering his hair.

     "What the hell! Aaliyah, get out. I told you to stop doing this. You can't come in here when I'm showering." He shouted, remembering the times where Aaliyah decided to use his bathroom for heat whilst she curled her hair with rollers.

     "You done yet?" Olivia said before crossing her arms and leaning back on the door.

     In that moment Shawn felt the sudden urge to cover up, not that he wasn't already under the heat of the water and hidden behind the crystallised glass door that he had closed earlier. The thing was, was that Olivia was the type of lass who caused chills to run up and down one's spine at such a rate that they would rest when they pleased because they simply couldn't be caught and forced to do so. Olivia was intimidating for a girl who cried when she saw the butchered livestock in the Metro.

     "Olivia....w-what do you want?" Shawn said, covering himself up and peeking his head out from behind the door.

     "Rugby." She laughed, twisting the door handle and stepping out. "Nice neck by the way." She commented before pulling the door shut and sputtering out 'rugby' once more.

     Shawn didn't want it to bother him, really he didn't, how Olivia had discovered one half of the truth to the secret that he kept. It was a huge thing. Up until then and there, everyone believed him to have been pure, innocent, untouched even and Olivia could decimate that image should she be given the warrant to do so. Shawn was particularly fearful of this, but he personally decided that he would do his best to avoid such a situation manifesting.

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