Imagines of Shawmila [COMPLETED, REEDITING]

1| Assassin (editing)

[ edited last march 2022 ]

(trigger warning: gun violence, racism (on one dialogue), strong language)

(p.s: re-reading this fic makes me cringe in several degrees. heavily editing this chapter.)

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An assassin in a school was a rare thing schools can handle. But they can be dangerous as hell.

But a duo, namely Camila Cabello and Ariana Grande, are both assassins studying in a high school in Toronto just for revenge on the school's head, Manuel Mendes. This head of this school made their deadly master feel miserable when both of them were still in high school.

But this isn't the easiest thing to do.

First, they had to fake out their names. Now, Camila doesn't want that because she was that feisty woman who wants the victim to know who she is, but she gave up when Ariana threatened her that the shorter brunette would throw the Cuban to her ex Austin Mahone.

Second, Camila has to be close to the head's son Shawn Mendes, like flirting and stuff. Ariana wanted the offer terribly, but the master called Shadow wanted the Italian to be close to his adopted sister Billie Eilish, who was a sophomore. (Aaliyah isn't here ✌)

The cold-hearted Cuban assassin had feelings for the Canadian guy, but she doesn't like to admit it. A part of her felt bad for him as she saw a recent picture of him. He looks so innocent, so pure.

And lastly, before their three-month chance to have revenge on the elder Mendes, they should kill him, unnoticed. Like how? The school is highly secured and it's a hard thing to cross over those securities around his office.

It was their first day and they had a rough, annoying day. All of the students are too close to them as if they were some actresses in Hollywood who went inside the school, lost and disoriented.

"I assumed today is your first day, right?" A soft voice was heard behind the assassins. They were startled and were about to pull their guns up when they saw Shawn Mendes. He extended an arm and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Shawn, Shawn Mendes."

Just seeing this face almost made Camila go to cardiac arrest but kept her face neutral. She can't blame that he was nice but damn, he was a piece of art made by a professional artist. Ariana raised her eyebrow when she saw Camila checking him out and nudging her to focus on the plan. The Cuban went back in her focus and accepted the handshake. "I'm Cam-- Margarette, Margarette Wheeler,"

Shawn noticed the little slip the small brunette uttered a while ago but didn't ask more questions anyway. Ariana accepted also the handshake and introduced herself as Morgan Rogers. Familiar, right?

Ariana, being Ariana, attempted to flirt with the Canadian. "We would go with you, hand--." But that was cut off by a cringing, ear-piercing squeal behind Shawn. "Shawnie! I missed you so much!"

Ariana cringed at the voice, her ears felt like slipping away from her head as she saw the girl who was screaming like a goat a while ago. Her blonde hair is complemented by the wind, her jaw so sharp, her not-so-beautiful eyes staring at the kind guy.

"I see you have company, Shawn." The blonde noticed them, a smirk plastered on her face. Camila did have the urge to beat that bitch away just to finish their mission early but she has to be on the way. The blonde approached the Latina, whose face was the same thing. "Name, sweetie?"

"Margarette Wheeler," Camila lied, mentally praising herself for answering quickly without a slip. The blonde facing her smiled fakely, scanning 'Margarette'. Camila dyed her hair black to match with her dark large coat, sweater, jeans, and high-heeled boots, keeping her face bare. Then, the observing lady turned to stare at Ariana. "And what about you, redhead?"