Shawn Mendes Imagines

Mr Bad Boy

The idea of this just popped into my head, soo yeah! Hope it's not that bad.

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I walked along the corridors of my school, in attempt to find my locker. It was another typical school day which was still as shit as usual. Especially when you have double maths.

Anyway, I carried on my search for my locker, in which I soon found once I spotted the small black graffiti of my initials on the corner of the grey square locker.

I got out my books and equipment from the locker, when a distant chant of teenage boys caused me to turn around on the spot.

There was a crowd of boys chanting 'fight' whilst circling two boys. A younger boy who was a year below us was being held up against the lockers by his shirt; looking petrified.

Although that's not what I was focused on. It was the other guy who was holding up against them. He wore a leather jacket which tightened around the muscles on his arms, and a typical grey shirt underneath. Simple, but sexy.

His hair was a dark brown and looked fluffy. Of course I couldn't see the person's face since they had their back to me, but I knew exactly who it was. Shawn Mendes. The schools 'bad boy' I guess you could call him. All schools had to have a bad boy/girl in their school; and he was ours.

He shouted something in the boys face, making him tremble against his fists holding him up. The boy nodded in return, before Shawn threw a punch into his stomach and watched the boy fall to the floor, crying in pain.

Shawn then laughed at the boy and turned around when the chants began to fade. I winced at the poor boy in pain and slammed my locker shut, causing a few eyes to flicker to my direction; including one pair of eyes I wasn't very fond of.

His eyes met mine almost immediately and he made an erupt stop. Everything that passed by felt like it was in slow motion as I watched his eyes flicker with an certain emotion. Rolling my eyes, I made my move to walk away in the opposite direction.

My not so smart move to escape was ruined when I heard his voice calling my name from behind me. "(Y/N)! Wait!"

Although I couldn't find myself to stop and turn around. So I continued to walk, but in a faster paste than before. Just as I reached the corner of the building, I was pulled back by my shoulder and dragged into a dark room; also known as the janitors closet.

What a wonderful place to chat, right?

"(Y/N), why were you running?" I heard his out of breathe voice as he closed the door to lock us in.

"Oh, haven't I told you? I'm trying out for the cross country this year," I spoke sarcastically. I didn't want to be I here with him, nor did I want to talk. But that was probably obvious.

"I'm being serious. Why?" His tone sounded intimidating, as he stepped into the light so I could get a glimpse of his face. A very beautiful face if I do say so myself.

"Isn't it obvious, Shawn? I'm avoiding you!" I stated.

"But why?" His eyebrows crunched together in confusion.

"Because you need to stay away from me. I haven't got time for your child's play," Rolling my eyes, I leaned my weight on one side.

"What if I can't stay away? You've just gotta accept the fact that when I want something, I always get it," He emphasised the word 'always' whilst taking a step closer to me. This had been going on for days; weeks.

He hasn't left me alone since the day we kissed. Which was an utter mistake. I didn't even want to kiss him, but he came onto me and I couldn't stop him in time. My phone has constantly blown up with calls and messages from him, saying weird stuff like 'I always get what I want'.

I was sick of hearing those words. He doesn't even want me. Only for one thing, though. Which is what most bad boys want from girls; Their virginity. Even if I did like him, I could never let myself fall for a guy like him. He wont stay committed to just one girl.

"What do you want then, huh? You want to beat me up like you did with that boy in the corridor?" I raised my voice.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "You wasn't supposed to see that,"

"Well guess what? I did see it. The poor guy couldn't stand a chance," I rolled my eyes once again.

"You don't know what he's done. If anything he deserved it!" He scowled, the veins popping out at the side of his neck.

"No one deserves to be humiliated and teased in front of the school," I lowered my head, feeling somewhat sympathy for the boy. It's not fair on him, he probably didn't even do anything.

"Hey, I'm sorry," He mumbled and gently lifted my chin upwards. I let out a long breathe at the contact, but shoved away the butterflies brewing in my stomach.

"Don't apologise to me, It's him you need to say sorry to," Shaking my head, I stood further away from his reach and went to leave. His hand reached out to mine and he pulled me back to him, but this time even closer; close enough so our chests were touching.

"You know what I want," He breathed against my face whilst tightening his grip on my waist, sparking up the conversation from earlier.

I laughed drily. "No, I really don't,"

"I want you, (Y/N)," He announced, and leant his forehead against mine. I didn't make a move to get from his grip. In fact, I found it comforting. But I can't feel this way, he's only using me.

"No you don't. You're 'Mr bad boy' who uses girls. You don't want me, you only want me for sex," I mumbled, my heart strings pulling at the fact.

He shook his head. "I promise I'm not using you. I can prove it," He whispered the last part, and began to lean in.

Maybe he was being truthful and maybe he didn't only want me for sex. But I still couldn't bring myself to trust him. He was the kind of guy to break hearts, not make them. The last thing I wanted was to fall for a guy like him.

Our noses were now touching and our lips grazed one another, and I gasped quietly. He was going to kiss me. As much as I wanted this, it couldn't happen. Not even if I wanted it to.

I reacted quickly and opened my mouth to speak, causing a slight friction from our lips. "You're going to have to do better than that to win me over," And with that, I moved away from his grip and made a dash for the door.

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Hey! Hope you liked this!

I kind of have a dilemma though. The boy who liked my best friend, kinda likes me now. Its so awkward since me and the guy are really good friends, but ughh can't he like someone else? 😂

Anyway, I will try and improve my updating!