Shawn Mendes Imagines

63 - Mistletoe

I was pissed off is an understatement. I'm furious. Not only did my parents trick me into going to the annual Winter Formal but they also set me up with the person I despise the most which is no other than Shawn Peter Raul Mendes– who apparently is the son of my mom's friend who was too pathetic to actually ask someone as his date, thus leaving me with him. They must hate me so much to want me out of the house on Christmas Eve with the guy I hate.

"Y/n, get down here. Your date's here." I heard mom yell from downstairs.

I groaned before grabbing the small purse with my phone and money in it since knowing how much Shawn and I argue over stupid little things, I would probably end up having to get a taxi in this cold weather. I checked myself out in the mirror once again before running downstairs in my heels. My dress resembles one of those glow in the dark dresses you could see on Instagram but it stops an inch below my knee unlike those ball gowns. I got my coat and wrapped it around myself before finally making my way down.

"You look absolutely beautiful!" Mom said once I reached the bottom of the staircase.

"Thanks mom." I said, faking a smile to cover up the snide remark that's about to slip out of my mouth.

"We better go." Shawn said, leaning against the door frame, not even looking up from his phone.

"You're right. The sooner we leave, the sooner we could get this over with. Oh, and the sooner you could leave my life."

"Y/n!" My mom called me out.

"It's okay, Mrs. y/last/n. I'm kind of used to it by now. Bye!" He said, pulling me roughly out the door.

I pulled my arm away from him and just followed him to his car with my arms crossed. Once he got it, he turned on the radio as another mainstream pop song played through the speakers. We avoided any conversation the entire car ride to the school. Once we pulled up, I got out of the car and made my way to the door before getting pulled back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Shawn asked.

"To this bullshit of a formal?" I answered.

"And you think going in alone is good? Stop being inconsiderate and actually go along with our moms' plans for a sec. I don't want to look stupid by going in alone. It's worse than being seen with you."

"Jeez, and I thought you would actually be nice for once since it's Christmas for fuck's sake! Fucking Scrooge."

Our hatred for each other may be a bit hard to explain. We weren't always trying to strangle each other's throats growing up. It goes way back to middle school when we were both teased with each other. We were best friends so of course it affected both of us and he decided he was done with it. He stopped being my friend and started bullying me from that day on. It was never just some childish decision. It let both of us to hate each other for more ways than one.

He held my arm in a tight grip and practically dragged me to the gym where the whole thing is being held– not before I dropped my bag and coat off into my locker. My friends swarmed me almost immediately once they saw me and his friends did the same. Turns our, my three best friends went to the dance with three of Shawn's friends so I really couldn't escape. The lights dimmed a bit and my dress started to glow in the blacklight. A slow song played through the place as people paired up for the dance. I was about to make my way to the bleachers when Shawn blocked my way.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"That's the second time you asked me that today." I muttered. "I don't want to seem out of place so I'll just go."

"No, please. Will you have this dance with me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."