"He is back."
Rosie winks at you as she puts the dirty dishes down to the counter and biting into her bottom lip she wiggles her eyebrows at you as you fix your hair. It's too damn hot in the back and Rob refuses to do something against it. It wouldn't bother you either if you were sitting in an air-conditioned office all day, but you're right here, working your butt off every day in the steaming hot kitchen.
You let out a sigh giving her a look. She is too engaged in your life, but it's your fault. You told her about Shawn and now it's all she asks you about.
"Did you take his order?" You ask reaching into your pocket to look for your small notebook and pencil you've been using for ages and could use some sharpening.
"Yeah, but he asked if you are in."
"Like always,' you mumble under your breath, but you're not annoyed. The guy has been doing everything to get to you and it's kind of flattering, but you know it just wouldn't work.
Shawn Mendes is the bad guy of the town, everyone knows his name, all girls and women from 13 to 70 are dreaming about the guy in the leather jacket, rocketing through the town on his old motorbike. But as someone working 50 hours a week you just can't let yourself get involved with someone who is famous for his bad reputation.
"Why don't you just give in for him?" Rosie asks with a confused look. She just can't wrap her mind around the fact that someone is not begging for Shawn's attention, in fact, tries to avoid it.
"Because we are working and shouldn't you be doing your job?" you ask, earning a royal eye-rolling as you grab the plates you have to bring to your table.
"You are no fun!" she sticks her tongue out but you just brush it off rushing out.
The old couple at your table are happy to have their pancakes and you can't help but smile at how adorable they look sharing a milkshake. As you chat with them a little you can feel a pair of hazel eyes on you and glancing up you see him.
He is sitting in the same booth as always, Rosie just brought his order, placing it on the table but he has no interest in the food or her. He is staring at you so intensely you can almost feel your cheeks blushing. You know he wants you to go over there, but you have work to do and you don't want Rob to find you ditching your tasks for some guy. He loves his money too much and willing to get rid of anyone who doesn't bring him any.
He stays. He sips on his drink for as long as possible, Rosie going over there many times to make sure he has everything, but he just kindly thanks her work and keeps staring at you.
"Hey," he softly says when you pass by him, his large hand wraps around your wrist pulling you back. You gulp hard as you turn back and look at him.
"Can I get you something?" you ask with your most charming work-smile you've turned into perfection during your time at the diner.
"Can we talk?"
"Depends on what. If you want to know what I recommend from the menu, yes. Otherwise, no."
The sharpness in your voice surprises both of you, but you stand your ground. You have to be tough.
"Y/N, please. I can explain everything."
"You don't have to explain anything. Do you need another iced tea?" you ask pointing at his almost empty cup. His eyes wander to the table and back to you. Realizing you are not going to talk about anything non-related to work he gives up and just shakes his head no. His fingers let go of your wrist and you disappear as soon as possible.
Rushing to the back you take your spot behind the fridge, taking deep breath as you try to calm your burning nerves.
You really thought you'd seen the last of him when the two of you met last weekend. It was all accident, you were out for a night run because you couldn't sleep and ran into some sketchy guys. They circled you, ready to do your worst nightmare when Shawn appeared out of nowhere. The dudes ran so fast they basically teleported. You felt like you owed Shawn for his help so you agreed to grab something to eat with him. It could have even been nice, but trouble is always on the corner when it comes to Shawn Mendes. You ran into a local gang who unlike those fuckers weren't afraid to oppose him. Then his guys showed up and it all turned into a huge street fight, giving you just the perfect image of what it's like to be close to him. In the middle of the chaos you ran away and he has been following you ever since, trying to talk to you but there is nothing he can say to change your mind. You are better off without him.
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SEÑORITA -- Shawn Mendes
FanfictionClassic bad guy falls for good girl story based on the music video. This story is originally posted on Tumblr on watchmegetobsessed.tumblr.com, follow me over there!