Mr. Mendes

chapter 16 - chemistry

Girlfriend. I never thought that would be my connection to Shawn, but I'm really glad it is.

I toyed with the idea in my head a little longer during my walk to history. Hannah caught up with me along the way.

"Hey Ellie how've you been?" She asked, a large smile spreading across her face.

"Ah good, you?"

"Same, did I miss anything? We haven't talked in a few days."

Should I tell her about Mr. Mendes? No surely not, I love Hannah to death but I can't risk this getting out.

"No, nothing out of the ordinary really." I told her while feeling slightly guilty, "oh but wait! I almost forgot to tell you! I went on a 'date' with Jack last night." I said while motioning air quotes with my fingers.

"What! Since when have you two been a thing?" She gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock.

"We aren't. The date only happened because he kept asking." I explained

"I need details. Now." She demanded, grabbing both of my wrists playfully.

I filled her in on what happened. I told her how he took me to a fancy Italian restaurant and that the whole night was a little awkward. Also that he was checking out the pretty waitress while I was watching.

"No he did not!" She quietly shouted in disbelief, "Ugh, that's just shattered all my dreams. If he can't stay loyal then I can't picture you, me and him all living together when we're in uni in our cute little blue flat with a tiny little poodle."

I laughed. To be honest, I'm glad she wasn't jealous. She had always had a small crush on him, but it was never anything serious. She'd already given me a detailed life plan of every boy in our year, just in case they got together so this was not out of the ordinary.

"Well, I guess I just helped you check another boy off your "potential husband" list, you can thank me later." I joked as we walked into the history classroom.

Hannah and I absentmindedly sat in our usual seat right in the back corner. It was a great spot because due to Mrs. Higgins' old age coupled with poor eyesight and dreadful hearing, she didn't notice when we would have a quiet natter for the majority of the lesson.

The hour quickly passed by and we walked to our next lesson, maths. I despised maths with my very soul. As you can imagine the hour seemed to drag more and more every second.

Finally it was time for English which was, contrary to maths, my favourite lesson. I strolled in with a sweet smile tugging at my lips. Mr. Mendes looked straight at me and raised an eyebrow. Who knew such a small gesture could make me feel hundreds of levels of 'hot and bothered'? I examined his outfit. He wore a deliciously tight white shirt that accentuated the large, bulging muscles on his torso perfectly. His sleeves were rolled up just past his elbows, giving my eyes access to his wonderfully toned forearms. He looked impeccably smart, and I liked it a lot.

Again, Hannah and I resumed our usual seats and the lesson began. Mr. Mendes was teaching about how to analyse a text and make sure our ideas were focused and well formulated, which was somewhat ironic as my only thoughts were that I was now dating the sweet, yet gloriously handsome man standing in front of me.

Before I could even register what Mr. Mendes was trying so hard to teach us, the bell rang, signalling the end of lesson and the start of lunch.

Hannah turned to me, "So sorry I have to leave you but I'm really in a rush, I need to give in an assignment that was due weeks ago and if I don't get there on time sir said he'd put me on detention."

"It's no problem at all," I said shaking my head, "Stop wasting time by talking to me! Go, go, go or you'll be stuck with all the weirdos on detention."

"Okay, see you tomorrow!" She waved goodbye as she left the classroom.

Shawn swivelled around on his spinny chair and was now facing me, eyes completely fixated and focused on my face. He cracked a smile.

"Stop it, you're making me blush!" I exclaimed, my hands coming up to cover my face.

"Good, you look so cute when you blush." He had started using his legs to wheel the chair nearer to me.

"What are you talking about? I look terrible!" I replied playfully, resting on the back wall of the classroom.

"No you don't," Shawn said. He was now within arms length of me. "Wanna try something fun?" He asked, a smirk spreading across his face.

I felt confused by his sudden change of topic, but I trusted him so I quickly agreed, "Okay."

Shawn abruptly flung his arms around my waist and pulled me down onto his lap. I let out a small shriek that was mixed with laughter as he spontaneously grabbed me from my relaxed position. He proceeded to plant both feet on the wall where I was resting and push off it, sending us flying down the length of the classroom, in between the small gap that separated rows of tables. My scream was muffled by Shawn's large hand lightly covering my mouth.

"Shhh, we can't let anyone hear us." He let out in between laughs.

"Oh my god Shawn, you almost gave me a heart attack!" I exclaimed

"Almost, eh? That's not good enough, we're going again."

He planted his feet on the wall one more time and pushed us away again. I held on tighter to his chest and pulled myself closer to him, getting hints of his wonderfully smelling cologne. We began to slow, both our faces beaming with excitement. We turned to each other.

"You dead yet?" He joked

"Just about." I replied, nestling my head into the crook of his neck. He was so comfortable.

"You know you look so hot when you roll your sleeves up." I told him, looking up slightly, smiling.

"Oh really?" He answered, sounding intrigued, "What about when I do this?"

Slowly, he began to loosen the navy blue tie that hung around his neck, eventually taking it off and slinging the fabric round his neck. Looking back up at me, Shawn then proceeded to undo a single button on his crisply ironed white shirt.

I grinned. "Even better." I looked up into his eyes like a scientist in awe of his new discovery.

Shawn began to lean in slowly, the feeling of butterflies filling my stomach built up quickly and before I had the chance to stress about how "perfect" this kiss would be, his lips had already placed themselves on mine. It felt so right. I loved how his kisses were not forceful, but tender and in the moment. Our lips moved together like that was their sole purpose, what they had been designed for. I broke from the kiss and smiled, regaining my breath for a second as it had just been taken by Shawn.

"Can I take you out tonight?" Shawn asked, one of his eyebrows raising slightly.

I laughed, "What like a date?"

Shawn smiled, "Of course Elle. I was thinking about us all day and I realised that I don't really know anything about your family or how you think, you know, like how your mind works."

"Are you trying to check I'm not a serial killer or something?" I grinned.

"Well, I wouldn't put it past you." He joked, "The sudden bursts of rage, being able to run ridiculously fast, probably from a crime scene, they all point towards you being a criminal."

"Well I guess I'll have to prove you wrong. Are you sure you want to be alone with me? You know, now that I'm apparently a murderer."

He scoffed, "Elle, I'm aching for it to just be me and you."

"Oh really," I said, flirting slightly, "Well I guess you'll just have to take me on that date then."

"I have such a good idea of where  to go, be ready for me to take you out at seven." Small dimples formed as he grinned lightly.

Oh how I wish I could curl up and live inside those dimples.