Shawn Mendes Imagines

School Prank

You recently pissed off a group of guys on your school's football team, which included many of your arch enemies. You insulted their tastes in sports and told one of them he looked like a potato after he smacked into you and didn't apologize.

It became a war that has been going on all week.

Today was the day you luckily haven't had to deal with them yet, except, you were the last to fight, so if revenge was planned, it was planned for you.

It didn't help that your locker was right next to a bunch of theirs, and they always seemed to be right there next to you during passing period.

You open up your locker and slide in your third period history binder, pulling out your pre-calc binder in its place. You close your locker and try to walk away before any of them get there, but before you could turn around, a hand on your shoulder suddenly startled you.

You spin around.

"Y/N," Jack Gilinsky smirks.

You groan loudly. "What do you want?" Class was about to start, and you wanted nothing more than for him to move out of your way.

He wore a dark blue letterman jacket and his hair was messy over his forehead, and if it weren't for his crappy perverted and manslutt-ish personality-- he might appeal as attractive.

"I want you to stop messing with my friends," he grumbles, opening up the locker right next to yours and pulling something out. "It's rude."

You laugh, and he knew that you knew he was full of bs. "You wouldn't know nice if it walked up and kicked you in the balls, Gilinsky."

"I take much offense to that," he pouts, pretending to be upset. His voice was low, and easily giving away the fact that he was planning something.

You roll your eyes. "Will you just move out of my way so I can get to fourth block?" You were ready to shove him aside if you needed to.

He grins. "Gladly."

You didn't have time to even glare before he suddenly slams the locker next to yours shut, walking backwards down the hall with that same grin on his face.

You turn around, and drop your jaw about seeing that he slammed the locker shut-- on your sweater.

"Gilinsky! Seriously! That's not funny!" you shout down the hall.

The hallways were mostly empty, but the people who were passing, including all of Jack's little annoying friends, were enjoying watching you struggle to pull yourself free.

He appears around the corner again, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, I'll have to disagree. This is very funny."

"Okay, I get it. I won't call your asshole friends potatoes anymore. Just unlock your stupid locker and let me go."

He throws his head back and laughs. "Oh, Y/N. That's not even my locker."

"What?" you shout, furrowing your eyebrows in his direction. "Whose is it??"

He ignores you, pulling out his phone and taking snaps of you while his friends surround him and laugh.

You tug at the hem of your sweater, trying with all of your might to pull it out, but somehow he managed to close it just enough to keep you there.