Imagines of Shawmila [COMPLETED, REEDITING]

8| Tutoring... Got Wrong?

Students here and there, roaming around, stressing their minds out as the final examination is fast approaching and they had only two weeks till that week.

And one of stressed students is Camila Cabello. She might be smart but she also procrastinate too. She is tired of studying at night as she might sleep with studying because of the stress.

When the teachers heard the graduating students of Miami University is goddamn stressed, Miss Smith, the principal of the high school department, made all the graduating students to have a group study each now and then.

Right now, she sat down on a chair with her study group—consisting Ariana, Hailee, Taylor, and Selena.

"Ugh, Math is killing me. God help me with this torturing solutions." Ariana groaned in frustration, her face plopped on her book.

"I know right? Who the hell invented Math by the way?" Selena chimed in.

"It is invented for a reason, girls," a familiar voice spoke. The group turned to see Camila's secret crush, Shawn Mendes.

"Eh, good for you, you are good at these," Ariana sassed him, winking at Camila.

"Hey Shawn, do you tutor anyone?" asked Hailee.

"No, but sure I can," answered the Canadian.

"Uh, actually... Camila here has a hard time on those 'stupid' equations so mind if she can be tutored?" Taylor asked, wiggling her eyebrows to Camila as she rolled her eyes in response.

"Fine by me then... because... I also have a hard time on History... and I know she is good with it...hehe.." He said, scratching his nape, glancing on Camila, his secret crush.

"Oh well then Cami, you have your own tutor, bye~!" Ariana pushed her towards Shawn and waved goodbye, the girls did the same.

As the duo went out of the library, the girls leaned their heads near. Ariana stated, "Operation Shawmila on going. You know what will happen soon from my fortune mind?"

Taylor asked, "What Ri?"

"... Guess they will make out in his room."

—

"And now we are here, Camz—I mean Camila, hehe." Shawn accidentally blurted out his nickname for her and she smiled at him before she open the car door and shut it behind her.

"So here's the living room. The kitchen and dining room is straight away and upstairs is the bedrooms and a music studio." He directed her inside his apartment as she was shocked.

"You have a music studio?" She was astonished. "Yeah, I stay there when I'm bored or frustrated." He explained.

Camila sat down on the couch and placed down her books on the coffee table as Shawn placed his Math and History book.

"Okay Camila, let's start."

—

"Okay, what did George Wash—" Camila was interrupted by the Canadian's gaze onto her.

"Shawn?" She snapped her fingers in front of him as he snapped out of his thoughts of him kissing those plump lips of hers.

"Camila, you look... woah," Shawn blurted out, without thinking. She blushed at the compliment.

"You know I'm not," she said, feeling insecured and shy at herself, bowing her head down.

Shawn lifted her chin with his rough fingers, making her to face his face. "That's wrong, Milz." And started to leaning in.

"W-We barely know e-each other..." She whispered.

He closed the gap between, catching those plump lips of hers onto his, tasting her sweet strawberry lip gloss. It was passionate and sweet.

But, that sweet kiss turned into a make out session as he started to suck her jawline, making her to grunt.

They pulled out and she stated with her sweet voice, "Show me your ins and outs,"

"Gladly," he answered and kissed her again. As he was about to start kissing her neck, the door opened.

"Hey Shawn, Char— oh my god..." Niall Horan dropped his bag as he saw the duo making out.

His voice made Shawn to pull out and face his Irish best friend, who was wide-eyed.

"I-I'm sorry that I b-barged in," Niall was about to go out and close the door when Shawn stopped him.

"What are you gonna say?" asked Shawn.

"Charlie and I are about to watch a basketball game and thought of inviting you."

"Well, I'm going, you blondie," the Canadian ruffled Niall's hair and went to turn his head to the brunette.

"You going?" Shawn asked as she nodded, but then asked,

"Who will play against Miami Heat?"

"Eh, Golden State Warriors, that defending champs."

"I'm in," she agreed and Shawn went to hug her, making her blush again.

"Okay jeez, love birds, we have to go. Jesus, I swear you two will be requested to kiss in the stupid Kiss Cam there," the Irish man fakely gagged at them.

"You are going down, Mendes. Miami will win." She bragged as he snorted, an eyebrow raised.

"The Dubs are the best, kid." He retorted back.

"Hmph."

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Miami Heat or GSW? (if you watch NBA)