Wallflower // s.m

one.

A/N: Completely fiction :D

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. . (2013, Freshman Year) . . .

SHAWN’S POV

“Shawn – do you know how big this is?” Chris asked me as I stared at the noticeboard full of pinned papers, flyers and sign ups covered in scrawly hand writing and graffiti. However, all that was basically useless to me; all I really cared about was the large sheet of red bordered, white paper covered in faces.

“Face of the future.” I laughed to myself, finding it hard to believe.

“Shawn Mendes; ‘Face of the Future 2013’” Marcus read out, dramatically holding out his hand and panning it in front of him as if it was a prestigious award being shown at an awards ceremony.

But at this school, it actually was a pretty prestigious thing.

It means people thought you were going to get somewhere; you’d be able to do something with your life, other than work for $10 an hour at the local McDonald’s, or become a janitor or something like that– so yeah, it felt pretty good.

“You see that?” Chris asked as stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder, one hand pointing to the glass window of the supply closet.

“What? The buckets?” I laughed to myself, knowing that he grew impatient when I messed around.

“Ha ha.” He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes as usual. “No stupid, your reflection – there. See?” He showed me, adjusting my angle so that I could now see it to.

“That’s Shawn Mendes – that famous guy from Pine Ridge who became a Vine star, YouTube sensation, and gets to tour the US!” Christopher exaggerated, despite the genuine look of enthusiasm reflecting back from the glass pane, and the sound of someone almost choking as they held in their laughter.

Turning around, I momentarily met eyes with the ‘choke’ victim.

She wiped what was left of a smile off her face and hastily looked away, brushing the loose strands of deep brown hair out of her face, and instead sweeping them up behind her ear as she walked down the hall, disappearing from view into the sea of chatting teenagers.

“The future of our generation! A rising star; a hope for the future world of music.” He chimed in, slamming his locker shut from right next to the noticeboard, bringing me back to the realisation that my friends were still carrying on about this.

“We should celebrate.” Marcus suggested, as Chris nodded in approval, looking over to me for my opinion.

“Tomorrow night? Are you guys free then?” Chris asked as we began to walk down the hall, making our way to our separate last period classes.

“Yeah tomorrow sounds good.”

“Uh yeah, yeah I don’t have any plans.” I shrugged and flashed a small absent-minded smile, as I spotted the girl in ripped faded jeans, a plain white tee and an oversized red and black flannel hanging loosely around her waist.

I think her name was Addison, or something like that. But I had definitely seen her before – multiple times in the hallways passing, or sort of just lurking around or standing by herself. I don’t know why exactly, but I found my curiosity about her growing with each day I spotted her.

“Alright, so how many people can we inv-” Marcus asked, suddenly coming to a halt mid-sentence as his mouth lost function, and his gaze followed the random brunette that just walked by him.

“As many as you like – oh, and you should invite her.” I nudged him as I nodded towards that girl, making his cheeks flush a light shade of red.

“W-Whatever, we’ll see.”

“How about her? We should invite her.” I suggested after a few seconds of silence, nodding towards the girl in the flannel, who was now entering her classroom – Seventh period, Biology with Mr Parkers; same as me. Maybe that’s  where I had seen her.

“Who’s that? Is she new here?” Marcus questioned, furrowing his eyebrows while doing so.

“Yeah man, I’ve never seen that girl around – maybe she’s one of the loser loners. Who knows?” Chris joined in.

“Y-yeah.” My voice faded as I smiled weakly.

It was so strange that she could seem so familiar yet unnoticed; unknown almost, to others.

“Okay, so your place Shawn?” Christopher quickly asked as he checked the time on his watch.

“Ye-” I began, but didn’t get a chance to finish.

“HEY EVERYBODY – PARTY AT MENDES’ PLACE TO CELEBRATE 2013’S PINE RIDGE ‘FACE OF THE FUTURE’” He boomed, openly cupping his hands around his mouth, so that it bounced off the lockers for probably every student in the building to hear.

“Wow, nice to know you asked me for permission before inviting strangers into my home.” I joked before heading off to room A07 – Biology with Mr Parker, where I sat right in front of mystery girl who was slouched, with her headphones plugged in, scribbling on her desk with lead penicl.

. . .

I literally can’t concentrate right now; nothing, not even Mr Parker’s shiny bald head, can bring me out of my thoughts of this girl.

She’s different.

That’s for sure.

Maybe that’s why I found a sudden curiosity with her, I mean, I was curious to whom she was before, but I never felt the urge to talk to her.

“And remember class, questions three through to nine are homework – refer to page 138 in your textbooks for information.” Mr Parker informed us monotonally as we all gathered our belonging and packed our bags, ready to leave.

‘Don’t be a wuss – how bad could it be to ask her to a party?’ I whispered to myself as the familiar RING! RING! RING! Of the bell pierced my ears.

“Shawn c’mon!” Chris called from the doorway, so that we wouldn’t be late – his brother was my ride home.

“Hang on a sec.” I replied quickly as I closed the final zip on my bag, taking a deep breath.

What the hell was happening to me?

“Hey I was wonde-” I began as I turned around in my seat, to face her; but it was too late. She had already made her way out without me even noticing - leaving her chair tucked in neatly with her desk.

The only reminder that she was ever here being a small drawing of a stick figure on the bottom corner of her desk, initialled A-J.

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