Mr. Mendes • Shawn Mendes

six

its Friday, one day, and then. weekend. i really need it

I haven't seen Mr. Mendes, since our meal togheter. I dont know if i should be happy.....or not.

but today, the first, and the last class, i have english.

as i arrive at my school, and walk to my locker, i see Roselinde running to me.. okay what is up with her.

she hugs me,and tells about her 'wild' night with a boy called Stefan.

i literally dont give a shit about it. but i just laugh with her.

as the school bell rings, we walk to the class.

"Goodmorning Roselinde, goodmorning Annastasia" i look at the ground as i say "Goodmorning sir"

I sit down, and get my books.

as the second bell rings, Mr. Mendes starts his lesson.

I can't concentrate, im focused on his arms. his blouse sleeves are rolled up, and it's attractive.

I try to focus, but i can feel Mr. Mendes glare burning on my body.

as i look up, we have straight eye contact. i look away and start drawing doodles in my notebook. I think im being the badgirl. because, i should NOT have a meal with Mr. Mendes, or should NOT talk to him in a friendly way. he's just my teacher.

"Ana, the answer please?" he says gently.

i feely my cheecks heat up, I dont know the answer, because i dint pay attention

"I-I don't know sir" i stutter.

he nods, and says that it is okay.

he asks the answer to someone else, and I try to focus myself on the lesson, not on the hot ass dude in front of me.

as the bell rings, Mr. Mendes asks me to stay for a minute.

I put my books in my bags, and wait.

he closes the door, and sits down next to me

"What is up? you dont seem concentrated, and i have seen your mark from you last test"

i wanted to say i cant stop thinking about you but i think he'll be terrefied if i say that, because, who wants me. maybe a dog

"I don't know sir" well done, now you sound like a dumb bitch

"Is something going on?" he looks very worried

i shake my head.

"Are you sure?"

I nod again, no way i'm going to tell him whats really going on.

Mr. Mendes is drown in his thoughts. he looks at me with this thoughtful face.

"I think" he begins "I think it's better for you to go home, and just take warm bath, I think your very tired"

since when are teachers allowed to send me home, without a good reason

'what about the next lessons, I have maths, and another hour of English" im confused

he thinks for a seconds

"I'll send a mail to your Maths teacher, that you are home because your sick, and I think, i can explain you the English tonight?"

"but I'm not at school at nights" i chuckle

"You can come over if you want?" he smirks slightly

i think for a second and nod then

"I think thats' ok" i smile

"nice, here's my address" he gives me a paper with his adress "And now go home before the next lesson starts" i nodd and stand up

"Thank you Mr. Mendes" I smile

"No, Thank you Annastasia"