Shawn Mendes Imagines

FuckBoy

  (Y/N POV)

  As a sophomore in high school, nothing really interesting happens. Except for the occasionally fights, but there's drama everyday.

  Shawn Mendes is a senior this year. He's the it boy of the school. Every girl falls head over heels for him. The only problem is, he's the biggest fuckboy around.

  He won't go on any dates or stay tied down to any girl. She can be a Victoria Secret model yet his motto still applies "hit it and quit it."

  I've had feelings for him for my whole high school time, which isn't that long considering that I'm in tenth grade.

  Walking down the hallways and passing him is my favorite part of the day.

  I got here today with my friend Jessica, waiting for me at my locker. We talk for a bit and the first bell rings signaling us to go to first period.

  I wave her goodbye as I walk to my homeroom.

  The day drags on as 4th period rolls along. This is where I pass Shawn in the hallway. As I round the corner, Shawn being really tall, I instantly see him.

  Walking at a very slow pace, I walk while admiring his beauty. I skim his outfit for today, black t-shirt with a flannel and black skinny jeans.

  I meet Shawn's eye and he stares for a few seconds before looking away.

  I pick up my pace, beginning to get to the room.

  As I pass Shawn I here him say "Try to make it less obvious that you're staring at me would you?"

  I slow down a bit whipping my head around and meet his eyes once again.

"Are you talking to me?" I question furrowing my eyebrow.

  He smirks leaning on his locker and crossing his legs.

  "Do you see anyone else?" He sarcastically questions.

  I look around the hallway to see it almost empty with the exception of a few students scurrying to their classes.

  "I wasn't staring at you." I lie crossing my arms too.

  "Sure you weren't, every girl likes me in this school." He smugly says.

  "Well I'm the minority because I don't like you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to be late for class." I answer turning my heel proceeding to walk.

  "I wasn't done talking to you (y/n)." He shouts.

  I turn back around raising my eyebrow in amusement.

  "So mr. Popular knows a sophomore's name?" I asks dryly.

  "Feel special." He answers.

"What do you want now?" I inquire.

  "I was wondering if you wanna hang with me tomorrow after school?" He says more of question.

"What happened to "I don't do dating." I mock.

  The 4th period bell goes off but I'm more interested in what Shawn has to say.

  "You know what forget-" Shawn hastily says turning around.

  "Wait, stop!" I exclaim not wanting this conversation to end.

  He stops but doesn't turn around.

  "Is hanging of still on the table?" I nervously asks.

  "Yep." Is all he says before walking away leaving me stunned and late for class.

It's the end of the next day. I'm currently in Shawn's jeep as he's taking us to his house.

  The only sound in the car is the quiet radio playing pop songs.

  I look over at Shawn as he hums the melody of the song, tapping his thumbs along on the wheel.

  I can't help but think how gorgeous he is.

  "It's rude to stare." Shawn suddenly says.

  I turn my head away blushing that he caught me.

  He smirks at me taking his eyes off the road.

  "I was staring at the creator on the side of your face." I shoot back lying. He doesn't have any pimples from what I can see.

  His smug look drops as he drops down the mirror trying to find the pimple.

  I burst out in laughter seeing Shawn so girl like.

  He catches on and grimaces at me.

  "Eyes on the road fool." I say slapping his shoulder.

  Now there's a comfortable silence as I look out of the window admiring the scenery.

  From the corner of my eye, I don't know if this is real or not, but Shawn's eyes trained on my side of my face.

  "It's rude to stare." I repeat his words, smirking.

  He laughs as his hand comes from the steering wheel grabbing mine and putting it on the console. Butterflies erupted everywhere as heat radiates off me.

  When we pull up to his driveway, I open my door to get out. I follow behind him as he opens the front door as we walk up the stairs.

  Getting to his room, I look around and see shells full of soccer and hockey trophies.

On his drawer, there's a picture of him and his mom.

  "Momma's boy." I say out loud.

  "Shut up." I hear from behind me. Startled that he's so close I turn to face him. His face is inches away from mine.

  His hand comes up to caress my face as he leans in. Our lips brush and then he locks them together. I melt into his-

  "(Y/N) you're late for school!" My mom yells busting into my room.

  My eyes sting open as I sit up. Looking at the time, it's seven forty seven. I hastily get up, throwing on whatever, brushing my teeth and running out the door.

  Making my way to school, I look back on the dream I had. Shawn actually liked me and we talked.

  I squealed at the thought even though it wasn't true.

  I hear the first bell ring as I reach the campus. Sprinting across the parking lot, into he school and in the class room, I make it to first period.

  Fourth period passing is here. I round the corner like in the dream and see Shawn. He's in the exact outfit like the dream. I eye him while passing seeing if he'll say anything. He doesn't as he talks to his friend. My excitement dies down as disappointment takes over my body.

  I should have knew that a senior like Shawn would never like a sophomore like me.

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