Shawn Mendes Imagines

Ice Skating - Part 10

Imagine:

Since last Saturday's awful fallout, I haven't spoken to Shawn. He's stopped coming to homeroom in the mornings and even swapped seats with Nash in History. Although I don't hang around with Shawn and co anymore, the others still manage an effort to talk to me, especially Nash. His blue eyes startle me whenever we speak, especially when he flickers his gaze to your eyes and pulls a smile across his face. Who wouldn't die from that? The way he chews gum is also fascinating, his jaws moving up and down slyly under Mr Benson's hawk-like eyes. When he smiles, you catch a little white dot of it between his teeth.

Shawn is different now since Saturday, but I don't blame him. When I catch his eye, he looks away if I smile or at least try to communicate with him. He didn't reply to any of my messages on Sunday either, but I managed to see him first thing before homeroom on Monday. I apologised to him, but he only mumbled an acceptance and left quickly.

"Miss Y/l/n, are you with us today?" Mr Benson's voice breaks my thoughts.

Everyone's eyes are on me, except Shawn's. My eyes dart to his direction for a split second before looking up to the teacher and before anyone catches me.

"I'm listening," I reply.

He nods his head and continues lecturing about European history. I watch everyone's heads turn back to the front.

"Yo, Y/n," Nash whispers. He grins and looks at me. "I saw that look. Your eyes landed on Shawn for a quick moment right?"

He smirks as I blush and hands me a slip of paper. I open it up and it's someone's address. "Cam's throwing a huge house party tonight for the seniors. There's gonna be a bonfire too in his backyard."

His shoe nudges mine and I look at him. "Maybe we can go together?"

Shawn will be there, I think to myself. "I don't think that's a good idea..."

Nash chuckles quietly. "Don't worry, just stick by me. Or are you a wild one who's scared to show the other side?"

"Nash!" I scold him, but I can't help laughing. I see Shawn look our way from the corner of my eye, but I ignore him. I scribble down my address and phone number on the piece of paper Nash gave me and slide it onto his table.

"Pick me up tonight and be ready."

The bell rings and we all get up to leave. Nash leans in and pecks my cheek quickly before leaving. "See you tonight at 7 babe," he says behind his shoulder, winking at me.

I blush as I pack my things away. Just as I get out of the room, Shawn steps infront of me and I trip into him. He catches me before I fall, his hand resting gently behind my back. But when I stand, he lets go slowly like he doesn't want to.

I open my mouth to speak but he speaks before I get the chance to.

"Be careful with Nash, don't get yourself hurt." He releases his hold and strides away, emotionless. I walk quickly to catch up with him. "What do you mean Shawn? He's just like you?" His face is cold and serious.

"If that's the case, why him and not me? You should know Y/n, but you don't do you? Maybe you'll find out later."