broken {s.m.}

02//creep

He was getting really annoying.

I was sitting in my white bedroom on my window seat with my laptop finishing up the conclusion to my essay and jamming out to One Direction. Then I heard this little knocking sound coming from the window. Actually, it wasn't little. It was more like the sound of some teen guy hammering on my window with a stick. Okay. Maybe more like Shawn Mendes hammering on my window from his bedroom. And it kinda made it weirder that he was doing a beat out of his hammering while tapping on the glass with a... was that a guitar pick?

I slammed shut my laptop and pulled my earbuds out. I reached up and slid the window open. "Mendes," I hissed, leaning out the window, "what the heck are you doing?"

He grinned. "Hey West. Oh and that's a cute stomach you've got there." He smirked.

I spaced and looked down. My t-shirt was pulled up past my stomach where I had reached to open the window. I blushed and yanked it down. "You know Mendes, you're a complete creep."

He grinned. "Yeah hon. I think you've said that before. Now about that essay... what did you write yours on?"

I shoved my earbuds back in and turned my back to him. I threw over my shoulder, "One way to make progress with me would to stop being so stinkin prideful. In case you haven't noticed, I like humble guys." Sarcastically, I added, "Oh and thanks. I think my stomach's cute too."

He licked his lips and reached through my window to grab my shoulders. He clenched a fistful of my t-shirt in his hands and turned me around to face him. "You know what?"

"What?" I said refusing to look at him in the eye.

"West, you are so cute."

I shut my window.

11/16/17
Hi guys!! If you are reading this right now, thank you so much for checking out my story!!! More to come soon.
xo, Maddie