Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 3

Imagine:

Shawn's POV:

Y/n slides along the seat, facing me. This means I'm forced to look at her, stare into her eyes. There's an awkward silence as we sit and wait for our orders to come through. Y/n starts to tap her fingers on the table, trying not to look bored.

I blush a little as I steal a look at her, and feel like punching myself for being such a wuss. Brian says I've got it bad for her, but I can't help it. It's like I fell for her when she skated into me, and she hasn't left me or lost interest. Or is she just being friendly and helping me? I don't blame her, a pretty girl like her hanging around with a quiet and shy boy.

I clear my throat and try to make some conversation. "So, um. New semester starts in a few weeks. Which high school are you going to?"

She scrunches her eyebrows up before looking at me. I try to hold her gaze, her bright eyes are so intriguing that I miss the waitress who brings my cookie dough ice cream and Y/n's vanilla and caramel shake.

Y/n laughs as I snap back into reality again. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, which high school?"

"You know, the one nearby. Pine Ridge Secondary? I'm going there, and so is my friend Kelsie."

Is this happening? She's going to the same high school as me? "Seriously? I'm going there too! So's Brian, and Nash, and Cam-"

"What, those weirdos from your ice hockey class, ergh."

"No, only Brian does ice hockey. They're great, they just-"

"Freak out when they see you with a girl? Or me, specifically?" Y/n squints her eyes at me.

I run my hand back and forth through my curls and try to stop blushing so much.

"So it's true?"

I jerk my head up. "Wait, what? No, no! I just... they just tease me a lot that's all."

She shrugs it off and takes a long sip of her drink. I don't think she believes me, but it'll do for now. Truth is, they do shout a lot when they see me with Y/n at the rink. God knows what it'll be like at high school.

"Okay, so for next week I was thinking perhaps..."

I zone out and just stare at her pretty face as she talks about our next training session. It's like everything is in slow motion and I can't help but feel like I'm falling for Y/n more and more.

"Are you listening Shawn?" Y/n yells, leaning forward and giving my shoulder a push.

"Uh... yeah. Something about um..."

She shakes her head and laughs. "You're lucky I like you."

Did that just slip out of her mouth? I immediately look down and pretend that it doesn't mean a lot, but it does to me. What does she mean by "I like you"? Is it as a friend, or something more? Maybe I should just ask her to hang out with me sometimes, but aren't we already doing that? Maybe going to the same high school will make things easier?

"Shawn!"

I snap my head up again and she glares at me. I try to hide my smile. She looks cute all angry and annoyed.

"I said, next week I can come watch your ice hockey practice and see what we can do to improve your steering and so on."

"You know the rules of ice hockey?" I ask her.

"No, but if I see how you play on ice, then maybe we can fix some things."

I then think of something. "Hey, Y/n. I-I've got a match after practice. So uh, I was wondering if you wanted to watch me play?"

She tilts her head to the side and mixes her drink around with the straw. "So like, a cheerleader? And watch you play again?"

I blush. "Y-you're right. Maybe another time-"

"I'd love to watch you play again," she says whilst grinning.

"Really?"

She looks up at me and gazes into my eyes. "Yeah. I like watching you skate. It's intriguing. You know Shawn, one day, you'll be the star of the high school hockey team."

I smile back at her and feel butterflies going everywhere. "Thanks Y/n. That means a lot to me."