Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Nine

"So you haven't seen him since your date night?" Bella asks, opening the door for the two of you to enter. You and Bella walked to class every day seeing as your dorms weren't very far.
"Nope," You reply, popping your 'p.' The rest of your weekend flew by without a fluke. After Shawn had dropped you back off at the dorms, you were fast asleep within seconds, and the next few days of your weekend were spent on homework. You hadn't had time to even call him.
"Poor boy probably misses you," She coos, smirking when your face flushes a bright red.
"Can you shush!" You scold, hitting her gently. "No one really knows about us yet, and I'm not sure when or if we're going to tell anyone about us."
She rolls her eyes, the two of you now at a complete stop, seeing as this was your class and hers was further down the hall. "You really think Brian kept his yapper shut? That dumbfuck can't even keep his dick in his pants, let alone his thoughts in his-"
"Okay! Enough," You sigh, watching her frown deeply at you for shutting her down. "I'm not saying your wrong, I'm just saying that I sure as hell hope he kept quiet. I'm going to get to class now, I'll see you after."
She nods sending you one last smile before turning on her heel and trotting down the hall to her next class. You shake your head at how ridiculous she looks walking down the hallway as if she owns it. You follow suit and turn on your heel to make your way into your class.
The classroom was incredibly large, the seats going up at an angle to make sure everyone would be capable of seeing. You settle your things down in an empty row in the middle; this was your normal seat. Shawn was also in this class, but he would always opt for the back row of the classroom. You scan the room, making sure you hadn't missed him on your way in, and of course he hasn't shown up yet. He has a bit of a track record for being late to this class especially considering how early in the morning it's schedule for. 6:30am lectures are the worst.
You reach into your bag, grabbing out your yellow notebook labelled 'Physiology and Anatomy' before setting it down in front of you and reaching for a pencil. All of a sudden, a wave of tiredness washes over you and you begin to regret skipping out on getting coffee with Bella. You sit in your seat quietly watching everyone filter into the room, a few people wave over at you, people you had known for years and you happily respond to the gesture with a smile and your own little wave. It's 5 minutes to 6:30 when Shawn strolls in.
He looks good, he always looks good. He's wearing a classic pair of black skinny jeans with a blush pink hoodie that has an embroidery on the side which you can't quite make out. His chocolate curls are falling into his eyes in the most stunning of manners. You watch him intently as he scans the class looking for you and it takes him a good few seconds to find you but when he does, you feel your heart jump a bit at the smile pulling across his face. Happily, he makes his way down the isle of the large room.
All eyes are on him. Of course everyone was staring at him, he was Shawn Mendes. The Shawn Mendes, best hockey player in the schools team, and seeing as your college was big on hockey, it was no surprise that he was one of the more popular guys. You could practically see the begging in all the girls eyes as he walked past them. They were waiting for him to choose to sit next to them, but the minute he would pass their row, their smiles dropped.
You smile brightly as he stops a bit behind you, a friend of his from the team trying to reach out and give him their classic bro handshakes to which Shawn laughs and politely has to decline due to the fact that he's holding coffee. Two coffees. You aren't quite sure if it's the fact that you can see his full body now that he is closer, or the fact that he had brought you coffee that made him seem so much more attractive - but either way he looked amazing. He begins to turn towards you, bidding his teammate goodbye before glancing over at you with a smirk. Quickly, he makes his way over to you, taking the seat directly next to yours and handing you your coffee.
"You're a lifesaver," You sigh taking the coffee happily and taking a huge gulp.
"I aim to please," He smirks setting his coffee down on your desk as he reaches for his books. Your eyes widen as he does so, and that's when it hits you. Not only was he on time for class, but he also brought you coffee and for the first time ever he brought his books.
You don't mention anything about your observation, rather let a happy smile spread across your face as he takes his coffee into his left hand and wraps his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him before leaning down to kiss your temple.
"You look pretty today," He whispers, intertwining his fingers with yours.
You look up at him with a smile, bumping his nose with yours, "I'm wearing the same thing I wear every other day Shawn."
He rolls his eyes playfully, stealing a quick kiss leaving your cheeks bleeding red. "Well you look pretty every other day too, honey."
A comfortable silence falls upon the both of you as you sit there and wait for the class to begin, and that's when you begin to feel the stares. Everyone is staring the two of you up and down either in jealousy or shock. You and Shawn were on two completely different social realms, his being placed a little bit higher than yours. He was a jock, so automatically he was dubbed 'popular.' You however, were booksmart rather than street smart so you had be grouped in with the nerds. Every direction you look, you meet eyes with someone who's sending you death glares and all of a sudden it gets to become a bit too much.
Shawn rubs his hand up and down your arm, other hand reaching out to tilt your face towards him as he speaks. "Don't bother looking at them baby, ignore them. It's just you, me and some physiology and anatomy."
You gulp nodding slowly as you try to let his words sink in and convince yourself to believe them. A weak 'okay' leaves your lips and Shawn gives you a small sympathetic smile, completely understanding how overwhelmed you are feeling.
He leans down to whisper in your ear, kissing the shell of it between his words, "Although, I'd much prefer it to be me getting to know you and your anatomy."
You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your drink before scrunching up your nose and saying, "Wow, way to ruin a moment, bubba."
He shrugs, attention being pulled towards the center of the room as the professor speaks up. "I can truly now say that I've seen it all," He pauses looking up in your general direction and you cross your fingers that he isn't referring to you and Shawn. "Is that Mr. Mendes, actually on time for my class?"
Shawn's arm is still hanging loosely around your shoulders as he sits up a bit straighter in his seat before responding with his signature cockiness, "Wanted to see your beautiful face, Mr. Morris."
The class erupts into laughter at his witty comeback, the teacher joining in on the laughter. Slowly, the laugh begins to die down and the teach rebuttals, "You sure it was my pretty face you wanted to see? Mrs. y/l/n looks pretty cozied up to you."
The class goes silent now, stares now definitely on the two of you. You become rigid in your seat, holding in your breath feeling uncomfortable with all the staring. Luckily, Shawn was quick on his feet and clicked his tongue before winking at the middle aged man in the front of the class and saying, "I can make an exception for you."
Shawn's warm hand finds your under the desk and you grin up at him, the eyes now diverted to the front of the class as the lecture begins. "I've got you baby," Shawn whispers to you before allowing you to remove your hand from his and begin taking notes.
An hour into the lecture was when you realized that you had underestimated yourself. You weren't quite sure why, for even part of a minute, you thought you could last a whole three hour lecture next to Shawn. Yes, he had brought his notebook and materials, but his hands were too busy touching you up to worry about writing down notes on the circulatory system. His hands were constantly wandering up the inside of your thigh, coming about 5 inches away from your heat before you would stop him with a small sigh and remove his hand from your clothed leg.
After about twenty minutes of doing this over and over again, he switched to lifting up the back of your shirt to scrape his short nails down the small of your back. You would shiver profusely each time he would repeat the action, and you were so wrapped up in your notes that you wouldn't even notice his curious hands until his fingernails were halfway down your back. Now, he has settled upon wrapping strands of your hair around his fingers before giving your hair a harsh tug from time to time, jolting your head back in an all too inappropriate manner. However, as pesky as his touching was, you were soaked, but you'd never admit that to him. You'd never give him the satisfaction of hearing you tell him that he had achieved his goal of turning you on in the middle of class.
You wrap your small hand around Shawn's wrist, removing his hand from your hair with a small frown before saying, "Stop it, now."
"Or what?" Shawn quips back. This was about the fifth time you guys had repeated the same conversation, each time proving to be as pointless as the one before.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your head and you realize that two can play that game. Only, him hiding his arousal would most likely be much more difficult than it is for you to hide yours. So, while you returned to your notes with your right hand, your left one reached out to rest firmly on the top of Shawn's thigh. He didn't think a thing of it though, it was common for your to rest your hand on his thigh. You kept it there for a few minutes, continuing to write furiously with your right hand, your tongue poking out between your lips now and then. He was watching you intently as you scribbled down word after word, mindlessly playing with the ends of your hair.
A gasp escaped his lips as you slid your hand up his thigh, resting right next to his member. You didn't even have to look at him to know his wild, wide eyes were staring at you, his girl. Slowly, your hand crept over to his belt buckle, now right above where he wanted you to touch him. He let out an almost inaudible whine at this, causing you to remove all touch from him as you now relabelled a new page for the cardiovascular system. Now it's his turn to huff and cross his arms over his chest a bit flustered and a bit annoyed that you had stopped so soon. You look over at him quickly sending him a wink to which he replies to with a glare.
Even though you had to listen to Shawn huff periodically for the rest of the class period, he wasn't touching all over you and distracting you as much as possible so that was an upside. The lecture had ended 10 minutes ago, you and Shawn hanging a minute after the end so you could speak to the professor about an upcoming test. Then, the two of you made your way out of the class, Shawn needing to use the restroom really quickly.
You were propped against the wall adjacent from the bathroom when you see to figure moving at an alarmingly quick pace compared to all the other shocked, laughing ones all of which were staring right at you. Of course, it's Bella and Geoff. They come skidding to a stop right next to you both of them a bit breathless from running across the hall to you. They begin to speak over one another quickly rambling on and on about something you wouldn't understand.
"Calm down!" You yelp, reaching out to grab Bella's arm and tell her to speak. "What's wrong?"
"The video," She take a moment to breathe, catching her breath. "It's out, the video is out y/n."
Shawn now exits the bathroom, making his way over to the three of you, his smile dropping when he sees the alarmed look on everyone's faces. "What's wrong?"
"What video?" You ask, a bit confused, glancing between the two lovers in front of you.
Geoff glances at Shawn, wincing a bit as he does and that's when you know that something is terribly wrong. "The video of you and Shawn from the party - it's out."