Mr. Mendes

chapter 11 - making amends

I got out the bed where Shawn had left me, slipped on my hoodie, socks and shoes and proceeded to leave the house he had recently purchased.

I had school in the morning and multiple assignments I had not finished due to the chaos of the weekend. I decided to return home, put on my comfiest sweatpants and finish off my uncompleted work.

Three long and tedious essays later I had finished my homework, and I was feeling a lot better for it. With my brain being focused on history, english and drama, it did not leave much space to relive the distressing events of yesterday, nor wonder what Shawn had told or done to Jack after our "encounter". My mind was clearer now, all the anger and emotion had been diffused. It is what it is, the past, I can't change it, neither can Shawn. No matter how much either of us would like to. I decided Shawn and I needed to talk through this and address the elephant in the room.

What did this mean for us?

On one hand, It meant that Shawn must have had some sort of feeling towards me to potentially put his career in jeopardy. But then again, it could have meant that he just didn't want to see Jack do that to another girl. Which is fair, but not helpful to the progression of whatever our relationship would turn into romantically.

With all these thoughts pooling in my head, I decided the only way to get rid of the "what ifs" would be to actually get an answer out of him. So I pulled out my phone.

To Shawn:

Hey, can we talk?

I anxiously awaited the reply.

From Shawn:

Yeah, feel like I need to clear the air, you should come over x

To Shawn:

Is now a good time?

From Shawn:

Of course, I'll be waiting ;)

With that, I locked my phone and placed it on my desk while I changed out of my sweatpants, reluctantly of course. I came downstairs and remembered I needed an excuse to wheedle my way out of dinner.

I walked into the the kitchen to find my mum cooking.

"Hey sweetness."

That had been my Mum's pet name for me ever since I could remember.

"Hey Mum, I'm really sorry, I'm gonna have to bail on you for tea."

"Why?" She asked, "you never usually go out past seven."

"Ah, I know, it's just that I'm really stressed about the content for English and about my exam so Mr. Mendes said he would go over it with me," I said, seemingly all in one breath, "I hope that's okay."

"Yeah don't worry about it," she spoke soothingly, "I'll leave it in the fridge for you to heat up later."

"Thank you so much Mum, you're the best!"

I turn round and reach for the door handle when I'm stopped my a hand at my shoulder. It was my Mum's.

She was giggling, "Don't you need books if you're revising?"

After retrieving the books I would need for our so called "revision session", I stood in front of Mr. Mendes' door. I knocked three times. I didn't have to wait long until the door was swung open and I was met with that damned smile.

He looked gorgeous. Not because he was done up or because he had fancy clothes on, but because he was so natural. I could tell he had just showered from his still damp hair which had clearly been towel dried and the clean, yet manly scent of his body wash. He was wearing a soft looking dark grey brushed cotton tee with some black Adidas shorts. He looked so comfy; it made me want to snuggle up to him.