Shawn mendes imagines (book two)

Mr. Mendes (testing testing 1 2 3)

Since that day Harry and you had been hanging out non stop. Clubs began and sadly you were transfered into shawn's music class, luckily with harry.

"Hey boo." Harry grinned, kissing your cheek lightly. Color flooded to your skin. "Harbear." He chuckled, sitting beside you.

You felt a pair of eyes burning through your skin as you sat down, looking up into those frowning hazel eyes.

"Afternoon class. . . . I'm Mr. Mendes if you don't already know and this is the music club.. . . .just to make sure you're in the right place." He grinned.

A couple snickers filled the class.
"Anyways i-" the door pushed open to reveal the one and only Mrs. Grundy and you groaned, rolling your eyes

"I was told that our two classes could combine. . . . If you don't mind." Her tongue rolled over her lips with a smirk.

"Ew." Harry said into your ear making you snort. Shawn glanced at you, sighing.
"Okay." He put on a fake smile gesturing for them to come in.

By the end of the class shawn was playing a soft melody on the guitar as Mrs. Grundy played the celio. You prefered  shawn playing all on his own yet Mrs. Grundy insisted she'd play too.

Mrs. Grundy had been pissing you off throughout the class.
Her shirt was too umbuttoned, practically opened and revealing her white bra to the entire world.

Her skirt a size too small and too short, rising up her petite ass.

She believed she was turning shawn on, but it only made him gag, and gesture for her to clean herself up.

The bell rang and shawn stopped playing, letting the entire class free.

"I"m gonna go to the bathroom harbear. . . . Wait for me outside alright?." You said, standing on your tippy toes and kissing Harry's nose." He smiled. "Okay princess, don't leave me too long. . . . You make me anxious." He kissed your jaw before you slipped away from your grasp.

You used the bathroom quickly, eager for Harry and to join his company again.

"You don't stand a chance." Said that annoyingly familiar voice.
You continued washing your hands, looking up to see Mrs. Grundy.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You said, drying your hands at your pants.

"I think you do." She blocked your path as you scoffed.

"Shawn is my boyfriend. . . .he loves me-"
"We've clarified you've been cut right out of the picture, grundy. . . .so need to get all sensitive." She scoffed.

"Ah ah, button up your shirt dear, the students don't need to get the wrong idea do they?" You said with a smirk, hearing her gasp before slipping away.

You walked down the empty hallway, close holding close against the wall as something pulled you into a dark room.

You nearly screamed, feeling their hand cup your face. Shooshing you.
They turned the small dangling ceiling light, revealing their smiling face.

"Shawn what the hell?!" You whisper yelled, feeling his hands press to your face, pulling you close as his lips pressed to yours.

His lips tasted of chocolate muffins, faint yet it still left a taste so soft, so sweet.
His lips were as soft as can be like the silk rose petals that had fallen from the purest flower of the garden.

His lips were warm like a hot summer day

You couldn't help but kiss him back.
Your back pressed against the wall as Shawn's cold hand slipped up your shirt.

"Mmm." You moaned as his lips dragged down your jawline

He began to pull off your shirt but you stopped him.
"I have to go to the bus. . . ."
"I love you." You grinned.
"What?"

"I love you. . . .come with me. . . .let's get out of this place. We don't have to worry about anything-"
"Shawn-"
"Please just think about it. . . ." His lips pressed to your four head as he left the closet.
You sighed.
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I want this to be different guys. If it works out maybe we can do more things like this.
I want you guys to comment below on what you want to happen. As the ending.

You can chose whatever ending you want.
But, you have to either (A) agree with someone's idea (like a vote) or (B)