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Imagine: Shawn's POV: I got off the small bus and join the guys in a small huddle. My eyes scan the other 7 people and I finally see Y/n. I watch her rub her hands together as she keeps warm under a tree from the rain. She looks like she's miles away.
Our social worker claps his hands. "Alright, you guys will be paired up to get to know one another and develop confidence."
I cringe. Can this get any more lame? Our stupid Mr Williams came up with "Confidence Camp" where students work together in order to let groups at school mix and find people to trust.
Y/n, the girl I like, happens to be one of the shy ones even though she's popular. And me? Just 'cause I play ice hockey for the school team doesn't make me "confident". If anything it should be the other way around. Y/n's funny, smart and cute, especially when she taps her pen on her book as she thinks of an answer. And her laugh. It rings like a bell, although she hasn't been doing much more than sad smiles.
"And that leaves Y/n Y/l/n with Shawn Mendes."
I look up and the teacher's grinning at me. Ergh. I walk slowly towards Y/n and give a little smile.
"Hey."
"Hey," she whispers back and blushes. This is gonna be one weekend to remember.
We collect our small bags and trundle up to the wooden lodge that looks like it's old and rotting. Our every step creeks and echoes as we make our way into the communal room which is warmed by a fire.
"I'm hoping you all brought enough layers, there's no heating in your rooms, only the provision of hot waterbottles. Right. Since there's only eight of you, you're sharing rooms in your pairs." There's a few groans.
"And there must be NO funny business if you're of opposite genders."
Y/n and I get a handful of smirks and stares as he continues. "Lights out at 11pm and you have to be up by 8:30am for breakfast tomorrow and on Sunday. All clear?"
We all mumble 'Yes Sir' and follow him as our rooms are assigned.
"Which bed do you want?"
Y/n shrugs. We both stand awkwardly in silence. I dump my stuff on the bed closer to the window. "I'll take that one, so the cold won't get to you as much."
"Thank you," she whispers.
I smile and start unpacking some of my stuff. I walk into the bathroom just as Y/n walks out and we bump into each other.
"Oops, I'm sorry," she mumbles.
I chuckle. "It's okay, don't worry about it."
Before I say something else, she slips past me and disappears out of our room.
