"He let you touch him?" Chase says wide eyed and I nod confused.
"Yeah I mean he was bleeding, the least I could do was put some butterfly bandaids over his knuckles" I shrug . Chase and Claire look at each other dumbfounded.
"What?" I question. I put my fork down.
"He doesn't ever let anyone touch him , only if it's his bimbo Barbie of the week but no one else" Claire says and chase agrees.
"Well maybe he just needed help. It looked like it hurt" I stare at them.
"Yeah, maybe" chase smirks and then so does Claire.
"What does that mean!?" I laugh and they smile harder.
"Nothing, we've just never seen him let anyone help him" they both shrugs and continue to look at each other.
"Yeah well I didn't feel like making it worse so I figured why not" shawn's voice booms as he sits down next to me. Claire and chase quickly wipe the smirks off there face and I snicker.
"See? Exactly" I look at Shawn and slightly smiles
"Yeah wipe your smile off , this doesn't mean I like your loud ass mouth anymore than I did when I first met you" he smirks at me and looks down at his watch.
"Time for Jessica" he gets up slapping the table
"Gross" Claire covers her face. Chase hugs her laughing and I can't help but to burst out laughing myself .
"Okay I'm gonna go see my dad in his office for a little while I'll be back" I get up , they wave goodbye and I wave back before leaving the cafeteria.
My dads office is down stairs in the basement where they keep all the hockey equipment along with the locker rooms and the showers.
It's nicer than his last office, he has all of his trophies set on a bench next to his desk. 17 total. All the trophies are from every team he's taught that won their biggest games.
"Hey I just wanted to-" I start to walk in and see Shawn sitting next to my dad .
I thought he was going to his next flavor of the week? I stay behind the edge of the door so I can quietly listen in on their conversation.
"If you want any chance of a scholarship you better keep yourself out of fights" my dad warns.
"Yes sir" Shawn follows.
Shawn plays hockey? I wonder why he's never told me.
I mean , I know that one nice thing doesn't mean we're friends but I still would have thought he would have told me since my dad is the coach and everything.
"Excuse me" Shawn gets up out of the chair and squeezes past me .
"You suck at hiding" he calls out and chuckles as he walks out of the locker room. I smile embarrassingly.
I would have never pictured someone like him to play hockey. He has the whole "school bad boy" thing going on for him. If I wasn't so cocky and my ego wasn't so big I would probably be intimidated by him.
But I'm not.
And that's a good thing, he needs someone to keep his behavior in check and by the looks of it that person will be me since everyone else is to afraid to do it.
"Why are you following me Stella" he sighs.
"Why didn't you tell me you played hockey Shawn" I mimic him. He turns around and stops at a halt which makes me run into him.
"It's Mendes" his eyes darken as he looks into mine
"Well damn .. then my name is Collins to you not Stella" I say sarcastically .
"Okay Collins" he turns back around and says jokingly.
"Okay Mendes" I fire back jokingly as well.
"Your not so bad" he waits for me to catch up with him.
"Your not so bad either"
"Are we just gonna keep repeating each other?" He sighs annoyed and I nod.
"Seems like that's our thing"
"Ha no, that would be annoying. Stop repeating me" he scolds and I laugh. He thinks he's so tough and scary but to me he's just another 'bad boy' with a mysterious hidden past that I intend to find out about.
"It's not mysterious" he taps his foot . Oops.
"Yeah you said that out loud" he chuckles and I scratch the back of my neck.
We walk back to the lunch room and we both sit down which gives us both curious stares from Claire and chase.
"How was Jessica?" Chase ask questioningly.
As soon as I'm about to speak up Shawn interrupts me
"boring" he says.
I wonder why he didn't tell them about hockey?
I kick him under the table and he kicks me back harder. Claire and chase go into their own separate conversation like always which just leaves me and Shawn.
"So I have to go out tonight and get some stuff to make for the team. Like brownies and stuff and um" he coughs "I don't know how to bake so I was wondering if you knew how" he finishes and coughs again.
"Aw your making brownies! That's so sweet!" I chuckle and poke his side. He jumps up slightly and looks at me with an annoyed smirk.
"I'm on bitch boy duty cause I got into a fight last night. I have to try and be on good terms with your dad and with the rest of the team if I wanna start" he shoves me.
"Yeah I'll help. But your buying everything and I also want some brownies"
"Fine" he says
"Fine" I say back smiling
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Bad Boy Mendes (Shawn Mendes)
Fanfiction"Don't be stupid, you don't want this life. I'm constantly moving how do you expect me to be the person you need me to be?" Shawn yell's with a cracked voice running his fingers through his hair distressed. This is a side of him i have never seen b...
