Unexpected - Shawn Mendes

Chapter Seventeen

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The promise I had made with Shawn's dad concerned me. What made him a bad father, anyways?

Was he always a bad father; did he not tuck in his kids or read them bedtime stories? Did he not offer them the support and comfort every parent should? Maybe he wasn't there when Shawn needed him most, or maybe he just wasn't capable of being parent material. Perhaps he didn't take Aaliyah bra shopping when she needed it, because most single dads usually avoid seeing their little girl grow up. Especially with figuring out the appropriate size, it wouldn't be comfortable for either of them.

Whatever it was, I did intend on fulfilling the promise I made.

The next day at the torturous hell we call school, Shawn stumbled into first period slightly late, handing her a slightly crinkled pass and giving her an apologetic glance.

"Mr. Mendes," she snaps, glancing at the pass, then ripping it and tossing it in the trash can,"Take a seat. You're late."

"So sorry," he says, not really sounding sorry, "won't happen again."
Oh, but it did.

It became expected that if Shawn wasn't here, he was busy or oversleeping or doing God knows what. Never telling anyone why, changing the subject when questioned, and handing her a green pass basically everyday. It got to the point where she waited ten minutes after the homeroom bell to take attendance.
Shawn was a smart boy-even Ryan likes him, and that was odd, because Ryan barely encourages me to talk to any boys-so I could never seem to put the pieces of the puzzle together of why he was late.

The lateness didn't affect my relationship with him at all. I did ponder over the topic every once in awhile but I never forced answers out, especially if he didn't feel comfortable telling me.

We've been hanging out a lot more, typically at my house. Most of the time Aaliyah would tag along, but that didn't really bother me. Even though she's eleven, she's hella rad. (I'm eleven, so shut the fuck up😂😂)

Morgan and Robbie had been extremely flirty lately, and although it was cute, (most of the time) I couldn't help but want to puke. I was never really too big on the idea of PDA. It's basically disgusting publicly, and displaying your affection to the whole entire world shouldn't be done at certain places or times.
Sometimes I wish I was Cupid so I could shoot one of their asses and force them to fall in love already.

The complication of skinny love was just hard for me to process. I mean, it's clear you like each other, you've got nothing to lose.

I sat in homeroom, replaying some vines inside my mind. I've had this recent obsession with vine, and I couldn't help but think of them while I chuckled to myself.

Just as the first bell rang to signify that everyone should be in their homerooms, Shawn walked in, right on time.

Mrs. Martens looked rather pleased, maybe it was because there'd be one less pass in the trash can.

I acknowledge him with a smile, and he shyly smiled back as the morning announcements played.

The morning announcements were horrible. Nobody pays attention to the boring ass students talking blandly. Lots of people call them gay, but I find that a little offensive.
For some reason, the morning announcements interested me. They had their own weather station, club information, the lunch menu, and even more.

Never would I ever consider actually joining the announcements. They're very strict about their ways; you have to sit at their lunch table, go over their house every Thursday, and all of this additional information that was required. Sighing, I took my eyes away from the screen to lightly shade the corners of today's slot in my assignment book. Once the bell rang, I was off, questions and concerns of Shawn flashing through my mind.