Wallflower // s.m

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ADELAIDE’S POV

Who am I?

Adelaide Jordan, and I am a wallflower.

I know it's a little blunt to just go right out here and say that, but it's damn true. Yes I'm quiet, awkward, and misunderstood, but I know and understand more than it seems I do.

Let's face it- I'm basically like any old student, yet I'm different at the same time. I don't purposely act slutty to get boys and be popular; I prefer the warmth and comfort of hiding in the shadows on my own. If any drama boils, I try my best to stay out of it, and it normally succeeds.

Drama, as in; Shawn Mendes.

Now listen, popular, rich kid 'face-of-the-future' Shawn Mendes wasn't someone I'd usually mess with. But I couldn't help but let the giggle bubbling on my lips escape as him and his big headed friends passed by me.

I admit, God, it was embarrassing. I mean, of course Shawn has never even seen me before, so why did I feel embarrassed?

Shawn's one of the most popular kids in our school (I believe I said that like, four times), I guess it's instinct to act embarrassed whenever a human being like him's around; they're a little intimidating.

But the problem was, he's pretty much one of those kids practically blessed by God because they're hot and they don't know it. I had to admit, Shawn was cute. I've and noticed a few things about him from my hiding spots, and my favourite is the face that his eyes crinkle at the edges when he laughs.

I guess people simply found me strange; I went and got around unnoticed and I never talked to anyone. But as I said, I enjoy it.

. . .

The next day, I trod my way around school with my head down, my hands protectively covered by my everyday flannel.

I slipped past the makeup caked girls and pants-too-low boys without saying a word or making a noise; my usual everyday ritual as I walked around school. 

My feet led me to my locker, spinning the dials in a swift movement and tugging the locker open. I grabbed my last textbook:

Biology with Mr Parker. Great, another long, boring lecture with the bald headed and bland teacher.

As my footsteps were covered by the noise of kids shuffling around, yelling and grabbing supplies, I managed to slide past Shawn and his loud, obnoxious friends Chris and Marcus. They were screaming about Shawn winning 'Face of the Future', as usual.

I tried not to laugh at them this time-Chris's enthusiasm absolutely killed me-but the possibility of a smile creeping onto my face was wiped away quickly as my mind reminded me something.

Shawn.

Shawn was in my Biology class; in fact, he sat right smack dab in front of me. Especially during Mr Parker's lectures, I caught myself staring at the messy flop of hair across Shawn's head. It was awfully distracting.

I was suddenly worried that he might invite me to his party-he seemed a little astonished, yet excited when he saw me yesterday after I kind of choked. I didn't know how I'd answer-I would most definitely say no, parties aren't my thing-but what if I upset him?

I mean, I was in no position to be upsetting one of the most popular kids at Pine Ridge – I was your typical loser that nobody even realised was there.

. . .

At the end of class, I wanted to rush out and escape this hell of a building know as school, but I was held back as a hand reached out and pulled the sleeve of my flannel.

"What the heck?! Get off me." I mumble, voice barely audible as my fingertips frantically fumbled around inside my sleeve.

"Hey, calm down, I need to ask you something." It was a masculine voice, deep and soothing. I recognized it as Shawn Mendes.

"What?" I snap, not used to talking to someone like this.

"My party, you're invited." Shawn says quickly as he lets go of me, spinning my body around so I was facing him.

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes. You're...different. You don't try to get to me. You're anything but ordinary, but we don't have to be ordinary to live life to it's fullest.”  

“Plus - you seem like a nice person." He finished with his trademark smile.

I still seemed a little suspicious after his little speech, and I didn't even want to go. Sure, I was invited, but as I said;

"Sorry, parties really aren't my thing."

And as I usually do, I fell back and slipped into the shadows.

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