broken {s.m.}

04//crying

The next day was...exhausting. I barely slept that night because stupid Shawn was next door singing until midnight. For some reason, as I lay in bed that night contemplating everything, I thought things were gonna be different. Now that I knew what he was really like. That there was something meaningful behind his popular boy shell. And then I got to school and he was his usually annoying self and I kinda wanted to cry.
Okay. Maybe not kinda. I really wanted to, and I don't even know why.

Shawn and I were both in charge of school news together. Unfortunately. So when Mr. David called us together to talk at his desk about where we wanted to see the school news go in the future, I had a really hard time concentrating.
It really didn't help that he wanted us to be in a group together. Just us two. Me the editor and him the cameraman and anchor.

I just fake-smiled and raised my eyebrows. "Great," I said sarcastically.

He smirked. "Yeah it is. So.... do you wanna get together later and figure out our plan for this?"

"Umm, is this is date Mendes?"
He got closer. "It is if you want it to be."

"Gross," I said. "Go play guitar."

"Um what?" He jerked back, obviously offended. "Maddie what are you talking about?"

Suddenly awkward, I looked down. I didn't really know what to say. That I'd been listening through his window for one hour last night but it's okay because it was really beautiful and it made me cry?

"Maddie, what the heck? Were you spying on me?" He was really mad now. He shook his head in disgust and leaned back in his chair.

"Well you were playing really loud, okay?" I burst out. "And...it was good!" My eyes widened and I blushed. I can't believe I said that. Everyone in the class was looking at me.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Seriously. I thought you were a at least a normal person. How come every stupid girl I end up liking turns out a weirdo? Like who listens to what their neighbor's doing at night when they leave their window open?" He vented, putting his curly head in his hands.

Oh gosh. Did he just say that? I stared at him. Wait. He liked me? Like liked?

He awkwardly ran a hand through his wavy hair and looked down, his face blood red. He was so mad.

"Mr. Davis, I need to call my mom."

"Shawn, son, are you alright?"
"No sir, I'm not. I need to leave."

"All right." Mr. Davis was obviously too done with teaching to care. The man was already in his 22nd year of teaching.

I just sat back in my seat and watched Shawn storm out of the room. The tears started to well up into my eyes until I couldn't see and then they just started spilling over my cheeks. I swiped them away and stood up.

"Mr. Davis, I need to use the bathroom," I whispered hoarsely, trying not to look at the other kids, who by now, were staring at me. As I rushed out the door, thoughts kept swirling in my head. Why was Shawn so touchy? He was seriously just playing guitar and he got mad at me because I heard him.

11/23/17
Hi guys!!! Sorry it took me so long to update!! Now that I'm on break from I'm gonna try and update daily. Thanks for reading it seriously means a LOT to me!!! If I could give you a hug right now I would. Haha :). But seriously, thank you SO much for reading this far! Maybe 10 votes total for the next part?? It really boosts my confidence when u guys vote! And who's gonna be the first comment??
xo, Maddie