shawn mendes imagines

seriously

your POV

i heard my phone buzz as i tried to do my english homework.

unknown: wassup lil mama 😘

you: who's this?

unknown: your bf😉

you: um i don't have a bf..?

i put my phone away to get my homework done. it buzzed three times.

unknown: c'mon, don't tell me you cheatin on my now, (y/n)?
unknown: you never answer 😪
unknown: baby girlllll 😩😩

you: seriously, who are you.

unknown: i told you already, your boyfriend
unknown: oh i see whats going on, you on that good green 😈
unknown: bad girl 😏

you: who the fuck are you?

unknown: whoa, slow down baby girl😁
unknown: babyyyyyyy😭😭

you: i swear to fucking god if you don't tell me who you are i will fucking block you.

unknown: baby girl don't do that

i blocked the number and got ready for bed.

i walked into the school building and went to my locker and got my books out. "hey, baby girl." i was greeted by shawn mendes, the school's biggest heart throb and fuckboy.

"ew, what the fuck do you want?" i asked disgusted. "oh nothing, just wish you weren't so rude when we were texting last night."

"how did you get my number?" he wrapped his arms around me, "i have my ways, darling. but that doesn't matter. what does is you going with me to a party."

"in your dreams, mendes," i took his arm off me, "and i really hope that wasn't the hand you used to pleased yourself with last night."

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the texting part happened to me last night