Shawn Mendes Imagines

"Shawn Mendes, are you jealous?"

( I received a request to write a jealous imagine, so here it is! Thank you to the reader who requested it 😊)

"Want to come over after school?" Shawn asked, as I was turning the dial on the lock to my locker. After the lock clicked open, I pulled on the locker door forcefully. Crappy locker, I thought, just as the door swung open. Shawn caught the door before it could swing in his face.
"No one gets home till five." He said with a large smile, peeking his head out from behind the locker door. When I finally looked over at him I noticed the repetitive lifting of his eyebrows, causing me to chuckle. I shook my head as my chuckling gradually faded.
"I can't," I replied, while grabbing out my twelfth grade History textbook from the crooked shelf of my locker. Shawn's facial expression fell with disappointment.
"Sorry." I said, shutting my locker closed.

"Why can't you?" Shawn asked, resting his back against the other lockers. I wrapped my arms around my textbook and held it closely against my chest.
"I'm helping James after school." I replied, tapping a random melody on the back of my textbook.
"Again?" Shawn asked with furrowed eyebrows, "I thought that was only a one time thing."
"I know, I did too. But he's struggling with the lesson more than I thought he was." I said, feeling bad for James.
"What are you helping him with again?" Shawn asked.
"Shakespeare." I replied. Shawn made a face as if he were gagging, and I laughed as a response.

"I happen to like Shakespeare." I said, just as Shawn relaxed his face.
"I enjoy his plays and I like his style of writing . . ." I said honestly, but I couldn't hold back my smile as I continued.
"He's rather good looking too." I joked.
"Don't try and get me jealous now," Shawn joked himself, "I may not be able to write you a sonnet, but I can write you a song." He said with honesty. I looked down at the floor as a quick blush came and went across my cheeks. Shawn's chuckles caused me to look back up at him.

When the crowds of students in the hallway became a trickle of students, I knew that I had to leave Shawn to go to my last class of the day.
"Kiss me," I said, taking a step closer to him. "I have to go now, or else I'm going to hear it from my History teacher for being late."
Shawn pushed off of the lockers to stand up right.
"Yeah?" Shawn asked with a smile, reaching for one of my hands and entwining his fingers with mine. I nodded, getting a headache just thinking about it.
"If I walk in late, she'll leave me standing at the door while she goes on this long spiel about an event in History where tardiness led to the fall of civilization, or something like that." I said, and then rolled my eyes. Shawn chuckled, burying his head in my neck.

"Kiss." I reminded him, causing him to lift his head after a moment and place his lips on mine.
"Text me later." I said, after pulling away from the kiss. I walked out of Shawn's embrace, only for him to pull me back into it. I chuckled once I collided into his chest, but Shawn's lips pressed against mine silenced my laughter. Shawn finally released me from his embrace, allowing me to turn away and rush to class. Before turning the corner at the end of the hallway I forced myself to not look back, for if I had I would have probably ran back to him for another kiss.

"Hey Babe, want to go out for lunch today?" Shawn asked from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as I spun in the combination to my lock.
"I would love too . . . But I can't." I replied, removing the lock from the locker door.
"You can't again," Shawn whined, watching me struggle to open my locker again. "I've been asking you to hang out all week, and you've said that you couldn't every time."
"I know, it's just that . . . Stupid locker!" I complained, not being able to finish what I was trying to say as frustration took over me. I huffed in defeat, frustrated with my locker that just wasn't opening for me.
"Let me help you." Shawn said as he unwrapped his arms from around me, allowing me to step out of his way.
He made pulling open the locker door look effortless.
"Thank you." I mumbled, as he stepped back.