Shawn Mendes Imagines

Dodgeball

"Y/N faster!" My gym teacher yelled. I rolled my eyes, huffing as I strived to finish the race not completely last. Its not my fault I have asthma. People like Shawn make it look so easy. They can run for hours easy. And though I barely walk during the laps, my teacher always catches me when I do. There are girls that do it the whole time but I guess they are invisible right. When I finished I hunched over and gasped. I was fit. But I couldn't run long like that. And well my teacher didn't care. Just said "bring your inhaler". In which oh it's in the office so I can't. "You could've done better," my teacher said.

"Can't breathe when you run and be forced to go until you literally almost pass out then tell me I can go faster," I sneered.

"I will not be talked to like that. You officially have lunch detention miss" my teacher said strictly. I rolled my eyes. I didn't even care. "Oh two for respect,"

Wait what.

I didn't even say anything!

I walked away pissed. My blood boiling. My mom would kill me. Me getting two detentions in five minutes. Oh my head is hers. Who could he do that?!

"Okay get into a line," the teacher said. I stood on the line. I hated the line. The jocks were always the captains. And they always picked their friends. I was never the last one, but being a girl and can't run, in soccer and football I was never close to first. I stood on the line. Watching the four captains. (Katie, Shawn, Ben and Jackson) pick the teams. I was on Jacksons team with a whole bunch of the boy jocks. Oh how would this be fun. If I didn't do good they would hate me forever. Man boys took gym games serious.

"Today is dodgeball. Team Jackson vs Team Shawn and Team Katie vs Team Ben," We got onto our courts. I glanced at Shawn's team. The rest of the jocks. This game was huge. I glared at the teacher, waiting for the go. We all got set on the line. Anxious to start. Soon enough she blew the whistle. And we ran. I obviously didn't get the first round of balls. I dodged any of them that flew past me and grabbed one. People were dropping like flies. I grabbed the ball and threw. And missed everyone terribly.

"Come on Y/N try harder," My gym teacher scowled. Really how dare you judge everything I do?! I tried to hit them obviously. I grabbed another ball furiously. I chucked it as hard as I could and watched it fly.

Right towards Shawn Mendes. The captain and total best of their team.

And it hit him right in the face.

And he fell. Thank goodness the face rule wasn't a rule here. I stood in shock at first. Then I had my team who was out cheering for me. I hit their key player. I hope he is okay. He fell straight to the ground. Soon I got out. Which I wasn't really upset about because I was busy thinking about Shawn. What if I gave him a black eye. What would he say. He wouldn't say a girl hit him in the face. But then again all of his friends already saw it happen. I put my ball down after I noticed I was out. And when I did I walked over to Shawn who had a ice pack.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah you hit me really hard. You have a good arm," Shawn said wincing.

"Softball arm," I chuckled. "Sorry for uh hurting your face," I said.

"Its okay. If it means I get to talk to a pretty girl it works,"

I smiled. Remind me to hit every cute guy in the face to talk to them. Oh my gosh Y/N you are such a bad flirt.

A/N

Cute er one. Yay