Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Treehouse - Part 10

  Part 10- Imagine:
"I'll see you in the food hall," I tell Shawn as I walk into the girl's toilet.

I see Alisha sitting by the sinks, spreading lipstick on her big lips like she owns the place. She sees me walk in and snaps her mirror shut.

"Well well well, if it isn't the traitor herself," she says, blowing a bubble with her gum.

I fold my arms infront of me and laugh at her. "The lipstick and gum? How much more basic can you get?"

She jumps off the counter and stands right infront of me. "You listen to me Y/l/n. You don't do the things, well, there's a few surprises in store for you. Got it?"

I smile up at her. "I can't help it if Jake chose me over you-"

"Shut it!" she yells in my face. "I mean it. Otherwise roll your sleeve up and get rid of yourself from here."

"There's nothing else I can do? Please, not Shawn-"

"Please, not Shawn," she repeats in a mocking voice.

I push her away from me and hold her up against the wall. "I'm not part of your group anymore, and I never was. Do what you want, just lay off me and Shawn and everyone else."

I release my grip and Alisha smirks at me, a glint of revenge in her eyes. "We'll see," she says as I walk away. "How about that 11th birthday video?"

I clench my hand into a fist and storm out of the toilets.

I find the guys and sit down next to Shawn, not uttering a word.

"You took your time," Nash says.

I glare at him. "Yeah well I had business to do, things to sort out."

I rip open my salad box and eat it quietly.

"Woahh, stop stabbing your food to death."

I sigh. "I can eat how I want thanks."

I feel a nudge beside me and I look up to Shawn's warm, dark eyes which calm me down a little.

"You okay?"

I shrug. I bin my lunch and drag Shawn out of his seat and take him to the hallways.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I think we should stop talking."

"I knew it. I knew you this was all-"

"No listen, it's just 'cause Alisha said-"

 "You're still talking to her? Oh, I get it, you were waiting for her to take you back. Godsake, I'm always being used aren't I?"

A few people walk out the food hall and snicker as they pass us, their eyes planted on me.

I pull my beanie on lower in my head and look down at the floor.

"You should go Shawn," I whisper. "Just, don't believe the things that are said about me."

"And you think I'm gonna listen to you again?" He laughs, looking hurt. "I'll see you around Y/n."