Damage Control (Shawn Mendes)

Drama Free Angel

"Jasmine!"

"Jasmine, I love you!"

"JASMINE!"

"PLEASE TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME!"

"JAAAAASSSMINNNEE!!!"

The voices kept getting louder and louder as I went through the crowd. Soon, all the words people were shouting, blurred into just plain noise.

One of my bodyguards pushed me to keep on moving, as I stayed still like an idiot, blinded by flashing lights and people throwing themselves at me. Thank God, I had bodyguards all around me, or I would probably would've been pretty hurt.

After much trouble, we made it through the doors to my label. A fifteen minute journey, that only should've take two. We could've avoided all that, by simply going in through the back, but my manager, like always, wanted to make a scene.

"Ah, Jasmine, there you are." My manager, Karly, said as we entered the building. "They've been waiting for you."

"What is this for exactly?" I asked, trying to keep up with her fast pace.

"Damage control."

"What damage control?" I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion. "I haven't done anything!" I argued.

"You haven't," She agreed, opening the doors to a room. "But he has."

I look in the room, and my eyes widened slightly, as I see the guy that's been shaking up girls hearts with his good looks and hits.

Shawn Mendes.

"What does this have to do with me?" I ask her, unfortunately, all eyes turn to me as I asked.

"Well, love," Another voice spoke up. A guy who had be in his mid thirties, came into my view. Must be Shawn's manager.

"While you've done absolutely nothing wrong, someone over here has been spewing up trouble." He shot a glare at Shawn.

"Again; what does that have to do with me?" I asked, not understanding why I'm here.

"Please come in." He said, motioning me to sit down across from Shawn. "Have a seat."

I say nothing as I sit down in the big black chair. I look down at the table, not being comfortable in a room full of important people in suits.

I felt someone staring at me, so I looked up. I was met with beautiful brown eyes. He never broke the stare, even after I looked up.

I took in his appearance. He looked normal, wearing a plain white shirt and a black leather jacket. His brown curly hair was styled up. His whole look gave out the impression of a bad boy of the fifties. He looked bored as he stared at me. Like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Me too buddy, me too.

I was introduced to everyone in the room. They all told me their names and what they did. I nodded and smiled politely, giving out nice-to-meet-you's in every direction.

Then, finally, we got down to business.

"Have you noticed the magazines lately?" Paul, Shawn's manager asked me. "Or specifically who's on the cover of them, and not in a good way that we would want?" He shot Shawn a look.

"Uh, no." I shook my head. "I don't look at magazines. But I'm guessing it's Shawn."

"Yes." He said. "And that's where you come in."

"You've been quite under the radar lately." Karly added. "Out of drama. Considered a "drama free angel." Ever since you broke up with Ashton months ago." I unintentionally flinched at his name.

"And?"

"We've decided that you both need each other."

"Shawn has too much drama and you don't have enough." Paul added. "It evens it all out."

"You know, I like not being in the tabloids." I said, sitting back in my seat, crossing my arms across my chest. "I don't want to be a part of anything. I like not having drama."

"You don't have a choice, Jasmine."
Karly said. "You need more exposure. That's the music business."

I rolled my eyes. "So what? What do you want me to do?" I asked, getting impatient.

"You and Shawn, are going to be fake-dating."

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Please comment your thoughts! I have big plans for this story;) it's not gonna be completely cliché 😋