Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Treehouse - Part 11

  Part 11- Imagine:

Shawn's POV:
I sit in class waiting for the time to pass quickly so I can go home. I watch the time pass minute by minute, and also notice the number of people who are muffling their laughter as they look at their phones. Someone throws a paper plane that lands on Y/n's desk, but she crumples it up straight away and chucks it behind her in the direction it came from. I sit uncomfortably in my seat, thinking of what Y/n told me earlier about a certain video.

The bell rings and I file my stuff together as the class disappears.

Nash taps me on the shoulder. "Yo Shawn, you seen that video yet of Y/n?"

I shake my head, not really wanting to find out. A phone is shoved under my nose as I'm forced to watch a blurry video of two girls kissing. One of them is undeniably Y/n.

I shrug. "So? That's what, from when she was younger? I bet she had no idea what she was doing."

Nash laughs at me and shakes his head. "That's not all dude. People are saying she's gay. Shawn, she likes girls. I'm sorry man."

The anger rises inside me but I don't know why if Y/n been's playing with me all along. "Who are you sorry for? Y/n? Or the fact she's not mine anymore?"

I walk away from them and message Y/n.

To Y/n: Y/n? Look, forget what I said earlier for a moment... is that video real?

From Y/n: It's as real as you and me

To Y/n: What does that mean? Y/n? 

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I switch my phone off and chuck it inside my bag. I sit by the small lake and hug my knees, trying to keep warm in the cold. I search for a few flat stones and skim them across the water before watching them sink in the water.

"You need to flick your wrist more," I hear behind me.

I turn around and see Shawn walking up to me. "And how the hell did you find me here?"

"Your location was on when you sent me the message," he says.

I curse under my breath and get up. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk away from Shawn.  

"You don't want to talk?" he yells from behind.

I ignore him and carry on walking. I hear rustling behind me before Shawn stops infront of me. I try to walk past him but he stops me with his arm.

"Get off me," I say through gritted teeth.

"No! You need to explain what's going on."

I laugh. "Explain? There's nothing to explain. You've seen the video and heard the news right? That's the truth!"

Shawn flinches as I yell at him. "No, it's not the truth and I know it."

"Well it is the truth!"

He takes a step closer to me so I take a step back but he holds me in his arms. "You need to explain what's going on," he says quietly.

I shake my head. "Please, just leave me."

"Answer my question."

"Shawn-"

"Is that video real?"