Dangerous | Shawn Mendes

TEN

"READY, GO" a bell rings and the fight begins.

They both glare at each other, anger in their eyes. Shawn takes the first jab on the jaw. Head slightly tilted back, the opponent wipes of his blood coming from the tip of his lips and tries to swing a punch on the hip. Shawn blocks it with his one hand, but the opponent throws another punch with the other hand. It grunts Shawn a bit but he manages to bounce back from it. He tightened his guard and lowered his crotch.

I hide my face behind my hands, trying to cover up the violence as i'm not used to it. I can hear all the crowds and the music, even Camila who is standing up cheering next to me. I daren't look at the fight, but the curiosity is stronger.

I peek a little and i can see the fight clearly. Shawn moves toward him, hitches his left shoulder to feint a hook and drive a straight right down the middle of the opponent's guard. The guy goes for the feint and it fools him. Shawn punching his nose with his knuckles through.

The punches really take Shawn's energy. He steps back a little to catch a breath, but his opponent won't let him. The guy takes this as a chance to take a revenge swing to Shawn's rib, but missed as Shawn was quick enough to block it.

It only angers Shawn even more and he punches non-stoply to the opponent. He goes for jab right, jab, jab, right and finishes off with a hook, making the guy goes down unconscious. The crowd all gasp in amusement of this, even i do so.

The lady in the black dress earlier suddenly count down from ten, nine, eight and so on as the crowd also follows the counting. I still find myself frozen with the view, don't know wether to be excited or afraid. But a smile on my lips answers that question undoubtedly.

"Three" "Two" "One" a bell rings and just like that Shawn takes the victory of the night.

I don't know what went into me, but seeing Shawn's victory, i immediately stand up from my seat, following Camila beside me and root for him. I shout his name a few time in excitement. 'That's my baby right there' is what i keep thinking.

I never know that watching a match would be this fun, blood rushing fast through my veins and i'm addicted to it. After shouting with the crowd, Shawn's and my eyes finally meet and he smirks with his dying hazel eyes.

He immediately makes a way towards me in the bench, and i wait for him still locking our eyes. It takes him a while to get to me as he is being stopped so much by people congratulating him.

I only laugh while watching him being socially awkward with the people who try to talk to him. It's only by then i realize that Shawn is kind of a quiet boy as he doesn't know what to say back to people who congratulate him.

Once after he stops for a few times, he is finally free to walk to me without anymore interruption.

"Please don't congratulate me" He sarcastically sigh, but smile afterwards.

"Congrats, Shawn" I tease him who is now inches away from my body and he rolls his eyes.

"So, what do you think?" 

I smirk while biting the bottom of my lips before replying, "You look hot"

Yeah, yeah i must admit.. it is quite fun watching a match like this, even more when you get to watch a cute guy like Shawn in the fights. He then chuckles as he leans in for a small kiss. I return the kiss and wrap my hands around his neck, giggling.

"Eh em.." Camila sarcastically coughs, which make us chuckle a little.

Shawn then tells us to wait for a while for him to get changed backstage. After less than 5 minutes later, he is back, already cleaned up. We gather up with Charlie and one of Shawn's friends outside the building and decide to eat dinner together. After battling between Subway or Papa's John, Camila finally manages to convince us to eat at Subway instead.

I take Shawn's car, as he also brings his own and he drives us to a nearby Subway, where everyone would meet. As usual, he opens the door for me and jumps into the driver's seat afterward. He holds my hand during the drive and i hold it tightly, not wanting to let go. I accidentally touch his wounded knuckle, making him flinches a little.

"Sorry, sorry" I wrinkle my eyebrows apologetically.

"I never thought that you are that good of a boxer" I say jokingly but seriously. Well, i know that Shawn is pretty skilled up at boxing by the way he punched Dylan the other night, but Dylan was still about the same size as Shawn and compared to his gigantic opponent just then, surely Dylan was no match. Tonight made up my mind about how good he actually is. His opponent was clearly bigger and scarier compared to Shawn, but Shawn defeated him seemingly easy.

"My coach says that the reason a fighter wins is not because of his size and weight, it's how he can see his opponent weaknesses and use it as his advantage" Wise word, Shawn.

"And what was his weakness then?" I ask slightly in disbelief. Never would i have guessed that a psychological skill is needed during a fight.

"His mistake was that he took too long at looking at his target before he punched. It was easy to spot after a while and it gave me enough time to block the punch"

"So, do you know your weakness?" I teasingly ask, just for curiosity.

"You" and i don't know why, but i gagged.

"Shawn with his mischievous choice of words, how do you always know what to say?" I reply while i glare at him and pretending to read him. He doesn't reply but he laughs while his head is slightly tilted back, his kind of laughter that i like the most.

We are the first one to arrive. So, we queue up to order our food. Shortly later, everyone arrives and wait in line just behind us. Me and Camila order a classic turkey sandwich, while the boys go for a roast beef sandwich. Once we all get our food, we sit at a table outside with the view of the cold night street.

"You should practice more on your left punch, it's quick but it's still too weak" Said the guy named Robert who i assume is Shawn's Coach. "Okay"

"Have you replaced the punching bag at your house?" Robert continues. 

"Yeah, just today" Shawn then answers emotionlessly.

"Good, I understand how you sometimes let things get the best of you and it's not wrong to transfer it to your punches, but still.. this is the 3rd times in a month that you have to replace a punching bag since you ripped all the others"

"I don't know what's with you and i don't want to know, but fix it.. you know it's not healthy to fight when you're angry" Robert states loud and clear, Shawn is just silent but slowly nodding.

"Can we eat now?" Camila cuts off with a sandwich in her hand, ready to take a bite.

"Sure" Robert sighs and start eating too.

We all right away head home after we're done eating as it is already 11 at night, Shawn drives me home and i snuggle my feet up to the seat. The night is quite but comforting. The temperature was warm and i blink a few times as i feel my eyes getting heavier.

"Shawn.." I mumbled behind my knee and he hums.

"You never told me why you box"

"i know"

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course i do, but i'm just not ready yet" He faces me with his most calm and reassuring face.

"Okay.." I give him a weak smile before i yawn. I close my eyes as i rest my head on the window while listening to the soothing song the radio.

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Hi guys! It's been a while since my last update and i want to apologize for that.. second semester of my university life has just started and i'm trying to keep up with all of it. I promise i'll make more time to write this story in the future, hold on to me guys! I'll try my very best at this as i know there is still so much to tell about the love story between Alissa and Shawn. Love, Janet.x