Shawn Mendes Imagines

105: 10 Things I Hate About You (Request)

This imagine is for wolflexa I hope you like it chicka!

Alexa's POV:

I open the door to the quiet room, every head turning to look at me.

"Alexa, how can I help you?" The teacher asks. I smile and look at Shawn, flashing my eyes towards an open window in the back of the class. His gaze follows sneakily, as I walk up to the teacher's desk, the fake homework in my hands.

"I actually need some help on this homework." I smile.

"Okay, show me." He says. I lay the paper down on his desk, and as he examines it, I look up and watch Shawn sneak along the wall to the open window.

"Everything's perfect. What are you not understanding?" The teacher asks. My eyes are still trained on Shawn as he gets one leg over the detention room window. Just before the teacher turns in curiosity, I snap my attention back to him.

"Oh," I almost yell, "I am so sorry. I guess I was just insecure in what I was doing." I pick up the piece of paper just as Shawn's body gets out of the window fully. "Thank you." I smile.

The teacher nods, confusedly as I leave the room, rushing outside to meet Shawn.

"Clever what you did back there." He smirks.

"Why, thank you." I giggle.

"Alright, now that you got me out of detention, where to?" He laughs a little too. A janitor comes by and Shawn and I duck out of his sight.

"Not here," I whisper.

Fifteen minutes later of aimless driving, Shawn pulls his car to a stop in front of a paintball arena. I wiggle my eyebrows at him and he laughs, putting the car into park and turning off the ignition.

The space is empty considering it's a Tuesday afternoon and people are still at work. Shawn and I get the tickets then change into the jumpsuits, already stained with paint from previous wars.

The second my foot hits the hay lining the floors, I chuck a paintball at Shawn, who's completely not expecting it. The red paint hits him right on his jaw, and he stumbles backwards before he looks up at me and smirks.

"Oh, you wanna play like that?" He teases.

"Bring it on, Mendes." I throw another ball, then duck behind a metal container.

Green paint hits my shin and I giggle. After taking a few seconds, I cautiously peer over the metal. Shawn's standing right there, and he smashes blue paint all into my hair, laughing. I crush the paint ball I had in my hand on his side as I shove him playfully. He grabs onto me as he falls, taking me down with him.

I try to calm my heavy breathing as we lay there, him hovering over me, but his lips are on mine before I even have the chance. While he's gently kissing me, I pull another paint ball out of the bag on my waist then smash it onto his head, sliding out from underneath him with a giggle.

He laughs and shakes his head as I run from him, but he's faster than me. His hands slide around my waist, lifting me off the ground as I squeal with laughter.

"You're not how they say you are, Mendes." I say as he gently sets me down.

"Well, I try not to be."

"I think you're doing a great job."

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A/N:

Kinda obsessed with 10 Things I Hate About You, not gonna lie. I hope you liked it Alexa! If you want me to change anything, send me a message and I'll change it!

QOTD: Plans this summer?

AOTD: Chillin' and trying to settling into my new house, and maybe a couple of concerts!