Unexpected - Shawn Mendes

Chapter Thirty

"Grace... we shouldn't be doing this," Shawn tells me, placing a peck on my lips. I enjoyed the way his lips lingering on mine felt, it made my whole body numb. It was like butterflies on cocaine were erupting in my stomach, my whole body tingled.

I smiled down at our intertwined hands, sighing sadly, "I know, but we can't just leave Jake and Laur."

We were cuddled up on my bed, with a fluffy, white comforter enveloping our bodies. And I had never, ever felt more at home in my entire life. Our bodies were clay molded perfectly for each other, and he grasped onto me as if it were his only way for warmth.

I wasn't complaining, I enjoyed being as close to Shawn as possible.

"Telling them is better than them finding out on their own," he points out, bringing our intertwined hands to his lips and giving the back of my palm and gentle, delicate kiss.

"You're right," I agree, "maybe we should just tell them already."

"G, I love yo-"

BEEP... BEEP.... BEEP

My eyes slowly opened, to find myself alone in my room. No Shawn, no Jake, just me. I found myself disappointed in the fact that the dream wasn't real, and that Shawn wasn't here. I began to feel lonely under the covers, and I mentally slapped myself in the face.

Have you ever had a dream that one of your favorite celebrities was in love with you but before they could tell you your stupid fucking alarm went off? Or when you are finally going to meet your favorite social media star and before you even get to give them a hug, you wake up? That's exactly how I felt.

Except I had absolutely no right to feel that way considering my relationship with Jake.

I began to ask myself about my feelings toward Shawn. I knew he made me giddy on the inside, but to be honest with you, I thought it was just because of his positive personality. I had never considered my feelings toward Shawn because the chance of us being together never really seemed possible, especially since girls like Lauren like Shawn too.

I groan, stuffing my head into my pillow and letting out a muffled scream. I needed a break from boys, I needed time to think about what I really needed, because me even considering feelings for Shawn is unacceptable while I'm in another relationship.

I got out of bed and sauntered towards the bathroom, rubbing my eyes as if it will make all of the tiredness go away. It didn't.

I look at myself in the mirror and begin running cold water under the faucet. Afterwards, I began splashing it on my face.

"Wake up, G, it was just a dream," I promise myself, "you don't like Shawn."

Lying to myself only made the situation worse. Perhaps I was overthinking the entire dream, maybe I didn't like Shawn at all, but the thing I didn't understand was why I even had the dream in the first place.

Lauren and him were together, this was all incredibly stupid and I needed to calm down. It was just a dream.

I began to get my outfit ready for school which consisted of high top converse, ripped jeans that are slightly baggy which I rolled up at the bottoms, and a blue sweater.

I applied my usual, everyday make up which consisted of mascara, foundation, concealer, and light eyeshadow. Sometimes, if I felt risky enough, I would even attempt a winged eyeliner, and sometimes it actually came out good.

Today wasn't one of those days. I was going to pretend the dream never happened, but I was going to remember the way Shawn made me feel in the dream. Today, I would invite Shawn over to see how I felt around him and match it to the dream.

I was so paranoid and stressed over a dream that probably meant nothing, I wouldn't be surprised if my skin started breaking out.

I quickly sprayed myself with perfume, and afterwards brushing my teeth.

I made my way downstairs, where Ryan sat at the kitchen table typing something at an alarming speed on his computer. I figured he was busy for work and prepared myself a bowl of assorted fruits for breakfast. I loved eating a healthy breakfast, even though I did it so rarely. Fruits were delicious, and it was a great way to start off my morning and a nice change from bagels and toaster waffles.

I finished my fruit, and realized that I had brushed my teeth before I had eaten. Damn you, Grace, you're so out of it today.

I popped a piece of Ryan's gum in my mouth, hoping he wouldn't notice. Ryan was super strict about who he shared his gum with. Whenever you see him, he's chewing on a piece of gum, and whenever you asked him for a piece he either said no or made the 'I just had my last piece, sorry' excuse. But for someone who was so protective over their gum, you could never tell considering he left an open pack in the middle of the island in the kitchen.

Thankfully, he was too busy typing away on his computer to notice. I sigh in relief, as I began to pack my lunch, which was not nearly as healthy as my breakfast. Once I finished, I scrolled through social media on my phone as I waited for Jake to pick me up for school.

I was hoping that when I saw Jake, I would realize how much I loved him and how stupid I was for thinking that I could even have feelings for Shawn when I had such a sweet boy like Jake.

And I did realize how grateful I was to have him when he handed my a bouquet of flowers, red roses to be exact. I gushed over them, I couldn't believe he had brought me them and it definitely made my entire morning.

And then that's when I decided that the dream was completely ridiculous and that it was just a dream–nothing more. Jake loved me and treated me like an absolute princess, and I had no reason to start liking someone else.

The smell of the roses lingered on my nose and I was no longer worried about anything.