Will you catch me when I fall? (Shawn mendes)

Chapter 8: school

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It was all I could do not to break down crying from all the states and comments thrown my way. I was seriously considering sprinting out of there, when shawn gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I shot him a soft smile.

"What's the freak doing with him?"

"She probably glued them together, he would never hang out with her"

"She smells like shit, how is he not passing out."

I gave up.

Shawn chased after me while I ran to the bathroom. My petite body finally came in handy as I slipped into the crowd, losing shawn.

I crashed into the bathroom, driving a few girls out, and then stumbled into a stall and cried. I had always been an outcast, but I've never been bullied like today.

After about 20 minutes of wallowing in self pity, I wiped my tears, and left the bathroom.

Shawn P.O.V.

All during math class I couldn't focus. She looked so broken, and I did nothing to help, but sit there and watch.

After class I looked for her.

Bathroom, nope

Cafeteria, nope

Janitors closet, nope

At her locker, nope

I was ready to give up, when I saw her small figure curled up in a ball outside.

Amara P.O.V.

The moment I stepped foot out of the bathroom, I was attacked with those comments again.

Ugly.

Worthless.

A waste of air.

Trash.

And each one was true. I didn't deserve to even associate with shawn. I didn't deserve to live.

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How much more pathetic can i get? I'm curled up in a ball, sobbing, out in a bush by the school. I would go home if I could, but that is not an option. And I can't go with shawn. I don't need to hurt his reputation anymore than I have. so I sat here. doing what I do best, hiding.

But of course, Mr. Mendes to the rescue. when he spotted me, I suddenly wished that I could just melt into the ground, and never bother anybody ever again.

When shawn reached me, he did not talk, or ask questions, but instead picked me up bridal style, and brought me to his car.
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"Amara, you don't have to believe anything those people say about you. not a word is true." shawn has been repeating phrases like this for the past 10 minutes, and I refuse to make eye contact. maybe if I stay quiet, ill disappear.

He then did the unexpected.

Two hands cradled my tear stained face.

And he kissed me.