Shawn Mendes Imagines

38. Trouble Maker (S.M)

As you're sitting in class, bored out of your mind at the new assignment your teacher has given to the class, you try to think about what you'll do at the end of the day.

Your thoughts are interrupted when the door opens and someone comes in. A guy— a tall one, with disheveled brown hair and a mischievous smirk goes over to your teacher. You look at his black, leather jacket and his sunglasses that he has on even though he's inside. His appearance seems to scream of a trouble maker but it has me drawn in.

"Take off the sunglasses. You've taken much too long to get here but ah, it doesn't matter anymore. Sit down next to... Y/N over there," he says and he points to where I'm at.

You feel yourself blush as the guy goes over to the seat and sits next to you.

"This teacher sucks."

"I know," you tell him. "We've all had to deal with him. What's your name?"

"Shawn. Yours?"

Shawn. The handsome, hazel eyed guy in front of you is named with such a wonderful name— Shawn.

"Hello?"

"Oh! I'm Y/N! Sorry, I space out a lot."

"Oh I space out a lot too— just not on other people's faces."

"It just happened," you say, hoping that the blush on your face from being caught has gone away.

He smirks and says nothing else, turning to the board where the teacher is standing at the board, writing equations that you don't understand why you have to learn.

"Pointless," Shawn remarks, loud enough that our teacher angrily turns around.

"What did you say, Mr. Mendes?"

Mendes. Shawn Mendes. How dreamy. How nice it would be to be Y/N Mendes.

You roll your eyes at your own thoughts, thinking about how foolish they are.

"This class is a joke. Just like your face."

Everyone in the class begins laughing at what the new student has to say.

"Silence! Silence! Shawn Mendes, get up right now!"

  Shawn lazily gets up, taking his time and he goes over to the teacher.

"Apologize."

  "I can't apologize to someone that I don't care about."

  You admire Shawn standing up to this teacher who's been treating the class like dirt for the past year. Your classmates begin cheering for him as more anger becomes present on your teacher's face.

"Shawn Mendes, you will give me respect or you can leave!"

"Alright. See you never," he tells him and he goes over to the desk next to yours to take his stuff with him.

"Y/N, come with me."

"I can't cause any trouble."

"Not causing trouble is so boring. Hurry up and get to ride on my motorcycle with me or you're nothing to me."

You consider his offer for a moment and decide on the former option.

"Ok."

He smiles, saying, "I sure am going to have fun spending some time alone with you."

You realize what he's talking about when you find where his eyes are drawn to on your body, making you think about how you accepted his offer. When he shoots you a smile though, not at your face, your lips more so, your doubts disappear.

"Let's go," you tell him.

  You both leave the classroom, hand in hand and abandon the wide mouths of your surprises classmates who've always thought of you as the rule follower.

  Maybe Shawn's right. Following the rules is boring.

You smile as Shawn starts his motorcycle, riding to who knows where but all you know is that you're ready to ruin your reputation of a good student.

Think twice before following blindly into a bad idea with someone who has a bad reputation. Not everyone is how Shawn describes in his song, some people have a bad reputation because... they are bad. 🤷‍♀️