The Girl Behind The Lens | S.M. (Discontinued)

Part 22- Lost

"And I, I'm trying hard to breathe, but you're suffocating me..."

-Shawn Mendes, "Air"
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"Luna and I volunteer"

"Okay, step right up" the teacher said.

I looked at Spencer straight in the eyes, kind of confused by his act of kindness. I couldn't see his arrogant and player-like self, I just saw the Spencer that drew the mural by the bakery. The one that is nice, kind, and that cares about others. I would like more moments like this with him.

As I walked over to the center of the court, the whispers intensified. It didn't bother me as much, since it's not the first time someone invents a story about me, but this time it's different.

Shawn, the only person that knows the truth, isn't backing me up. I know he probably loathes me, but I thought he said that he would never let them hurt me. He always tried his best to protect me and forget all of my problems.

That's why I don't make promises I can't keep, and he should learn that as well. Because people like me actually believe in promises, and never learn that some people never mean them.

As we stood beside the teacher, I felt a little big dizzy and my stomach was growling intensely. The sound was so big that the wild thought of my stomach eating its insides passed through my mind.

Not knowing what to do, I grabbed Spencer's upper arm and rested my head against it, leaving a cold mark by his bicep in my warm cheek. He looked at me down surprised and smiled a little.

"Anyone volunteers to play on the other side of the court?" The teacher asked.

I hate that because there is a higher risk of me bumping into someone by running out of the free throw line when I steal the ball. But the teacher always wants everyone to participate.

"We volunteer! Some sport can't hurt, right?" Ellie said, making my heart stop. I look up from the ground and see that she had paired up with....Shawn.

My eyes went wide, not really knowing these two knew each other. I definitely didn't present him to her, then who did?

This questions were irrelevant when they started walking toward our direction, my eyes locked with Shawn's.

I was quite shocked of what I saw deep within his rich, coffee brown eyes. It wasn't the same as yesterday, not full of hatred and madness. No. They were soft and droopy, as if he was feeling pettiness over me. Also, a hint of sadness as his eyes were not vibrant, but darker than ever. I fear I broke him for real, because I have seen those eyes in mine.

"Okay! Rules are simple. The person to make eleven baskets win. If you steal the ball you can't throw unless you are outside the free throw line which is that one..." he said, pointing at it.

"...Any questions?" He asked. We all shook our heads. I loud gulp went down my throat, me being so nervous about being close to Shawn.

This is not making it easy to move on from him but it's not like I can make him disappear. I wish there was another choice.

"Josh...can you be referee for this team?" He asked to one of the students, that was obviously in the basketball team. Josh nods and walks over to Shawn.