bad boy, good lips.✧ shawn mendes

f i v e

ex-boyfriend comes back:

s t e l l a

brent had me pushed against the wall with his hands on my waist. what the heck?!

he leaned in to kiss me. before i knew it i felt a pair of familiar lips on my mine. without even thinking i kissed him back. the kissed got a little a heated.

i then realized who i was kissing. my. ex. brent.

to be honest i actually missed him. he was the best thing that ever happened to me (so far). when he broke up with me i was hurt. i didn't know how i could live. all my friends helped me and i got over the heartbreak but that didn't mean i hated him.

as we were making out i felt his hands travel down to my butt and then going under my skirt but that's when i pushed him away.

"brent what do you think you're doing?" i questioned looking at him. "babe.." he whined trying to hug me again. "don't call me that!" i told him a little rude.

"brent what are you doing?" i told him after a little silence. "what do you mean babe?" he spoke as if he didn't know but he actually did.

"brent," i paused. "you broke up with me and you think that you can just come over her and make out with me."

"but you liked it didn't you?" he smirked. i gave him a small death glare. I

if that's even possible.

"listen stella, i know i broke up with you because i told you that i didn't like you as much as i did when i first met you," he paused. "but that doesn't mean that i stopped." he looked at me and looked down at his feet when he said the last part. i smiled.

"stells i know you probably hate me-" i cut him off, iI don't hate you." i told him getting closer to him. "- but it would mean a lot to me if you would love to be my amazing beautiful girlfriend again." he smiled and i smiled back.

then i went on my tippy toes and kissed him. he kissed back then we slowly parted. "so is that a yes?" he asked me as he placed his hands around my waist and i put my hands around his neck.

"yes." i said happily.

then we slowly leaned in and kissed again. which turned out into a make out session.

i'm really happy i got back with brent, I missed him.

s h a w n

as i pushed the kid, that i know now is named nash, his friends stood up from the bleachers. at this point i didn't know wheather to fight back or run.

i've only ever been in one fight and the other kid ended up being in the hospital. i guess i kinda have a short temper and if you piss me off, well you don't want to be in the same room as me. as i was thinking i felt a fist against my face.

nash just punched me.

this got me so mad. i grabbed his shirt and punched him right back then pushed him.

i could tell he got mad because he tried to punch me back but his friends grabbed him. "nash its not worth it." one with black hair said.

then his friends let go of him and he gave me a death glare and told me, "if i ever see you again you're dead." he then spit out blood and walked away.