🌸Shawn Mendes Imagines🌸

crush (✔)(🌸)

Hey hey hey. Ooooh I'm so excited for this.

You were sitting in fourth period English class, which was basically the only reason you came to school...well other than Shawn of course.

So, you sat there, writing notes in your notebook about the book you're reading recently when your teacher speaks. Your English teacher, Mr Marley is the complete definition of nerd. He wears glasses that makes his blue eyes stand out and is about five years older than your whole class so he doesn't have much of an authoritative air around him,which makes him your favourite teacher.

"Okay everyone, since you all look bored as fudge, let's take this last few minutes for quiet reading. So pick a partner."

The whole class cheers, including you.

"Uhm, hey, you!" Your crush says enthusiastically as he sits next to you.

Holy mother. My crush is sitting next to me. Oh my, oh my. Why? Is he sick? Does he need my notes or something?

"Oh, uhm hey, Shawn." You manage to say, surprisingly without blushing.

You focus your eyes on your book again and so does he. Suddenly he pokes you softly on your shoulder.

"Yes?" You ask, hoping he'd have an answer.

"Well, I want to ask you something." He says, mumbling.

You perked up, excited, hoping he'd ask what you hope he'll ask.

"Shoot." You reply nonchalantly.

"Did you do the Calculus homework?" He asks

Oh. Don't seem disappointed, don't seem disappointed. You thought to yourself before answering.

"Hell to the no, that witch woman is crazy."

He laughs quietly. Oh god, his laugh is like music that you never want to stop.

"Okay, last question. Do you think that dress that Britney (school's bitch) is wearing makes her look like a slut?" He asks

"Hell to the yes, especially when she tries to twerk, she needs to twerk her ass to church 'cause she needs Jesus." You say, smirking.

Shawn chuckles at your insult and mutters, "I'd like to see you twerk," in a low voice your probably shouldn't have heard.

"Whoa, wait what?" You exclaim, blushing furiously.

He blushes too, noticing that you heard him.

Yep, shouldn't of heard that. You think.

"Uhm, nothing nothing, I just uhm coughed." Shawn stutters, clearly flustered.

"Okay." You say and turn back to your book.

About five minutes of reading, you look up to your crush who was staring at you, intently. You shifted in your seat nervously.

"Uhm, Shawn is there a problem?" You ask, hoping he'd stop staring at you so that you don't embarrass yourself while he's staring.

"Yes there kinda is a problem." He says, turning his whole body to you.

"And that problem is?" You ask

"The problem is that you're not my girlfriend." He says.

Before you can reply, his soft lips are on yours and you're kissing. You put your hands on his chest as you both pull away breathlessly.

Everyone in the class cheers loudly, even Mr Marley.

"Well I guess I am now." You say giggling.