PRANKSTERS.

Chapter 36

Allie's POV

Running after Brandon seemed pointless.

He was far gone.

I was exhausted from today's events, so as usual, I took a nap.

Madi decided to get on with her life, so she went to the mall with our friend, Kyndall.

A round of guilt hit me like a truck the second Brandon left.

I tried to call Shawn, to explain what happened, to apologize.

He didn't answer.

Figures. I bet he is ignoring me. I bet he has some fabulous super model sitting next to him right now, while I'm here drowning in my own self pity.

I don't know why I'm pitying myself.

I did a shitty thing.

He deserves to know.

I grab my phone and stare at it for what feels like forever.

I finally text him. 'We need to talk. Call me ASAP.'

I put my phone down, and the second it hits the couch, it starts ringing.

It's Shawn.

I sigh and press 'Answer.'

"Hello?" I ask.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He asks.

"W-what?" I stutter.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You cheated on me! Brooke sent me a picture!" He screams.

Of course. Brooke.

"Just let me explain." I say.

"Forget explaining! We are done!" He screeches.

I can't even speak. I'm at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you! I'm sorry!" I manage to spit out, while tears stream down my face.

"A-Allie." I hear him say, but it's too late.

I end the call.

I start crying. And crying. And crying. And crying.

I hear a ping on my phone.

It's an e-mail alert.

For Shawn Mendes.

'Shawn Mendes skips out of his New Jersey concert, in tears. What could have happened?'

I swallow a huge lump in my throat, as I press the picture.

It shows Shawn running away from the paparazzi with tears covering his face.

I did this. I caused him to cry.

And now, if it's even possible, I feel worse.

~

I cry for another couple hours.

Madi still hasn't made it home yet. She is probably lost staring at clothes, or living it up at Starbucks with Kyndall.

I don't eat dinner.

I don't change into my pajamas.

I don't even have enough energy to get up.

So, I sleep in my clothes.

~

I wake up, not prepared for the day.

Even though I'm wiped, I'm still gonna go to school.

Might as well not bum out for the rest of my goddamn life.

I manage to make it upstairs, where I see Madi still isn't home yet.

Yay. I have to drive myself.

I walk slowly to my room, where I decide that I smell terrible, so I take a shower.

Then, I put on a white shirt, black leggings, and white converse.

I brush my hair, straiten it, put on light makeup, and head to school.

Today, I just brought my iPod.

I can't stand to see any articles about Shawn. And I feel like music is the only thing that could get me through this.

I walk in and see everyone whispering as I pass.

Great. Everyone knows.

I walk past Brooke and her minions, and I can hear them whispering to eachother.

"She is so fake." One blond whispers.

"She's a total slut." A red head whispers back.

Then I hear Brooke.

"Maybe Shawn realized what total garbage she is, and decided to empty the trash." She cackles like a witch.

My patience is already lost, and I've only been here for two minutes.

That must be some kind of record.

"Excuse me asshole, but if you're gonna talk shit, why don't you stop being a coward, and say it to my face." I challenge.

She looks me in the eyes, and says, "Maybe Shawn saw how horrible you are, and decided to drop your ass."

She turns back to her friends.

I grab her shoulder, turn her around and punch her.

God, that felt good.

"Stay out of my goddamn business." I say menacingly, as I release her.

She clutches her face.

Good. She can finally feel what I feel.

I grab my bag, and run out of the hallway.

Screw this, I'm going home.