Mercy; Shawn Mendes

15. Fight

"You're really annoying you know that?"

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Veronica.

I didn't know what any of them were going to do. They just stood there, right in front of each other. If looks could kill, Chase would be dead. That's how mad Shawn was, but why was he mad?

"What's your problem?" Chase asked.

Shawn clenched and unclench did his fists, "You are."

"What is she your sister or something?" Chase asked.

Shawn looked really pissed, "None of your damn business, now why don't you take your drunk ass home before I beat the living shit out of you."

"No not until you tell me why you had the right to stop what had nothing to do with you?" He asked him clearly not fazed by Shawn's threat.

Shawn stepped closer, Shawn was taller and bigger than this guy. He looked very intimidating at the moment, I don't know how the guy didn't back down.

"She's my girlfriend, now I'd take my warning before I break your nose." Shawn seethed through his teeth.

"Didn't look like it from the bar, do you normally flirt with half naked girls when you have a hot one on your arm. You're pathetic and a douche for treating her so low. No wonder she said yes to me, she didn't want you." Chase said and it only made Shawn more angry.

Shawn then drew a fist back and connected it with the guys nose. I flinched from hearing the crack of the bone. Shawn was now on top of the guy beating the shit out of him. Shit people started to stare.

I grabbed Shawn's arm before he connected it to Chase. He stopped and looked at me and he looked upset.

"Shawn don't, we don't need any trouble. Just...let's go home." I whisper so no one hears me call him by his name.

Don't need word getting out and someone saying something they shouldn't. He removes his hand from my grasp and gets off the guy. He went back to the bar with me close on his trail. He paid the bartender and then grabbed his coat, I grabbed my coat and clutch.

We hurried out of the club and to his Jeep. We got in and he looked upset, he had no right to be upset. He actually didn't have any rights to do anything tonight. It was out of ordinary and had nothing to do with him.

He drove us back to his house in silence. As I started to think about how everything played out tonight I started to feel angry. Chase had a point, Shawn was talking to the bartender. He didn't care about me, he didn't even see me leave.

Then once I'm dancing and making out with a guy he decides to step in? To beat the crap out of him? And for what? Ugh it made me mad.

He punched in the code to his gate and it opened up. He drove into the driveway and parked the car. He killed the engine and we just sat there in silence. I was mad and I know he was still mad. But this wasn't over, far from over actually.

"What the hell is your problem?" I asked breaking the silence.

He didn't answer for a few seconds, "Are you kidding me? The guy was practically having sex with you on the dance floor."