Shawn Mendes Imagines

16. Wednesday Afternoon

Ok so this happened to me today, almost every detail of the story, and I don't know how to feel about that.
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Y/N's perspective

"Ok everybody, take the page 105 and read the third document. What was the russian army's motivation to rebel against the power ?" My History teacher asks us.

It's not that I hate History (C'mon Y/N, you know you hate History), but it's Wednesday, and I have to take my bus at 12.30 PM. Yet, it's already 12.27 PM, and I'm still sitting in class, reading a text about USSR. I quickly glance at the clock one more time and raise my hand to get my teacher's attention.

"Yes, Mrs. Y/L/N ?"

"Excuse me, but I have to leave to take my bus in like... 2 minutes." I say as kindly as possible to be allowed to exit the class sooner.

"Oh, I forgot about that. This period is always planned so badly. Well, those who need to leave for a bus can go." She answers, looking at the whole class.

5 people, including me, stand up and gather their things, then get out of the building. I start walking to the bus stop but mumble a low "fuck" as I see my bus go away...

I sigh and run my hand through my long hair, clearly annoyed, before I check the time on my phone.

12.34 PM

How am I supposed to go back home now ? Guess I have to call my dad.
I go through my contacts and find his name easily. I click on it and wait for an answer.

"Y/N ? Something's wrong ?" I hear him say immediately after picking up.

"Well, I'm fine, but I missed the bus."

"Gosh, I thought something serious happened. You scared me." A sigh of relief can be heard through the phone.

"Actually, something happened. I missed my bus." I repeat, annoyed that he doesn't care that much.

"Y/N, what do you want me to do with that ?"

"I don't know, maybe coming at school to pick me up and drive me back home ?" I say on sarcastic tone.

"You know I'm working. Plus, I'm alone at the office on Wednesdays, Y/N. I can't leave like that, sorry." He says really sternly.

"Dad ! Please..."

"Y/N, stop. You're not 5 years old."

Ok, I'm maybe acting like a child, but what does he want me to do ? The house is 15 kilometers away from school...

"But, dad..." I try one last time, perhaps he will take pity.

"No, Y/N. I can't. Find another plan and text me when you found it. Sorry, but I have to go now. Be safe."

With that, he hangs up and lets me without any solutions to go back home. It's only seconds later that I notice my crush walking towards me.

His name is Shawn, and we're in the same class. I've been fancying him for years now. Actually, we used to be friends in elementary school. To be exact, we were "little lovers", as my parents used to say, but we were so young. We lost contact as we grew up, but I've never stopped liking him.

"Hey, Y/N ! Have you someone to drive you home ? It seems like we all missed the bus." He approaches me, pointing the other students with his head.

I try to compose myself before answering, to avoid to stutter or to say stupid things.

"Hi, Shawn." I can already feel my cheeks heat up. "No, I haven't. My father works, and he can't leave the office... I guess I have to wait for the next bus which is in-"