Treat You Better (Shawn Mendes Fan-Fic) -COMPLETED

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hi guys! thank you so much for clicking on my story! please give this story a chance. for the first few chapters, yes, i admit, they're boring—and not to mention, short. but i promise you wont regret reading this. also, if you need someone to fangirl with, [about shawn] cause youre friends (just like mine) arent supportive, my inbox is always open! so now with further a do, here's the first chapter of treat you better!

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"What!?" I yelled at Camila, not caring about the people in the hallway staring at us as I slammed her locker door shut. My heart pounded as Camila smirked and chuckled, "Chill, Shawn," she yawned as she pulled her locker open again.  'It's just a date." She managed to let it out casually but her face pretty much screamed THE DATE I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF ONLY MY WHOLE LIFE.

My heartbeat pounded faster by the second and a certain pain hit my chest. It felt like it would just pop out of my chest and land on the floor. "Just a date, Camila? I know Cameron has been your crush since-"

"Forever!" she squealed before turning melodramatic like most girls do. What's this? Did she suddenly turn into one of the characters in cliché movies wherein the girl who scores a date with her dream guy suddenly acts all weird and giddily before the singing part begins? "Why can't you just be happy for me that I'm finally going to date the man of my dreams?"

"He? He's the man of your dreams?!" I raised my voice. People were staring but I could have cared even less. Her words hit straight to my heart. I don't know how much more my heart can take. "I know he won't treat you well.", I said icily. "You're just probably a bet that he and his friends—"

"Stop saying that!" she yelled before walking out on me. Ignoring all the stares and whispers that ensued, I stomped out of the hall, following the direction Camila went. We were probably going to be famous for the next couple of days. I found her frantically searching her bag for her car keys in the parking lot. I  took her hand and that made her gaze match mine. I was about to scold her before I saw the tears she'd been holding back. Her eyes were reddish and watery, she sniffed before looking away and weakly saying, "Go away. I-I'm going home."

I quickly pulled her into a tight hug. I stayed silent, slightly pulling the keys from her hands. She resented for a moment before giving up, handing me her keys. She started to sob. I held her even tighter in my arms. "Shh, I'm sorry. I'm driving you home — I can't let you drive like this," I whispered in her ear.

"Please, just go away," she let out a soft whisper before pulling away. She quickly wiped of the tears from her face. "I can take care of myself just fine."

I pulled her by the hand so that her pretty face was facing mine. I gave her an apologetic smile, "Of course you can, Camila. You're the strongest person I know. And, I'm sorry. Let me drive you home." I pleaded again. Guilt was all over me. I let out a sigh, "I'm really sorry. I was just being protective of you. You know how Cameron is. A girl every week, Camila. I'm just doing what I think is best for you. Do you wanna be one of those flings he—"

I shook my head before thinking carefully what I'm to say first, "Just—just let me drive you home. I'm not letting you drive like this. And, I'm sorry again. You know I'm not good with words or anything —" 

"Shh." She didn't answer and reluctantly, she dives into the passenger seat. The silence between us was more than uncomfortable. I regretted every wrong word I said.

"Hey..." I let my voice trail off, trying to engage in conversation. The whole awkward silence was giving me goosebumps.

But she didn't answer and only let out a sniff.

"Hey," I tried again.

Still, she didn't budge, keeping the silence between us more uncomfortable.

So I tried again.

"Look, I'm really sorry. I just want what's best for you. I don't want you getting hurt, you know that don't you? I know you think that I'm looking at you as if you're a child who doesn't know how to take care of herself. I know you can handle yourself but you're being really stubborn right now. I know you're mad at me. It's just I can't help not to be protective and all. I'm your best friend," I paused, the words stung, "And even if you're going to date the school's player, I don't have a say who you're gonna go out with. All I'm saying is that I'm  just looking after you because I care about you. I only want the best for you, Mila."

For a brief moment I saw her glanced towards my direction before returning her gaze back to her side of the window. My eyes were fixed on the road as I thought of what else to say to break off the silence when Camila suddenly interrupted. 

"How do you know what's best for me, Shawn?" her gaze still fixed on her side of the window. "And why don't you want me to date Cameron? I know he's the school's bad boy and all those cliché stuff we see on TV but just because he acts that way, doesn't mean he really is like that on the inside. Maybe he's just misunderstood—and I'd like to be the one to understand him." 

Internally, I let out an eye roll. How is Camila acting like this? Has she been reading too much Wattpad? Why can't she just not understand him and leave him be? Can't I just be the man of her dreams? The one she dates? And the one she loves?

"Cause I know I can treat you better than he can," I muttered softly so she won't hear.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, we're here." I sighed and ignored her question. I guess my feelings were to oblivious for her to notice.

"Uhm, okay. Bye." she said awkwardly as she stepped out of her car and headed to her doorstep. 

What's going on with this girl? She basically left her car in the driveway for me to scoot off with.

"Hey!" I called out to her. "This is your car, remember?"

She turned around, her face all flustered. I chuckled before turning off the engine and handing her the keys. "Don't worry, I'll walk home." I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her getting flustered.

She opened her mouth to speak but I pressed a finger to her lips, "Shh, don't speak. Just get some rest. And, again, I'm sorry.", I said before doing something I had waited too long not to do. It took almost all my courage to do it but I finally managed to kiss her forehead without chickening out.

I did not wait to see her reaction. I just left as quickly as I could.