Shawn Mendes Imagines

111 - Not Mine

I sat patiently on my chair, my hand holding a pen eagerly against the blank page of my notebook as I awaited the next instructions from our professor. Creative Writing has always been my favorite subject as it was a way to freely let out my ideas. However, having a professor nearly your age and just so happens to be your oh so beloved cousin, you never know what you should expect. One minute we'll be writing our own twist to Greek mythology, the next we're required to write an article about the pros and cons of activism. Not to mention the fact that we always need to be prepared to write down his instructions as every detail counts. Miss one word about the contents and you'll end up with an incomplete and incorrect essay.

"For your assignment, I need you to dig deep not only when it comes to creativity and ideas but also emotionally. You will all be writing about someone you love. Their name is optional but you must explain why you chose them and why you can't have them. And yes, I did say 'why you can't have them'. I don't want a long ass, pathetic essay about your current hook up or partner. I want the pain, anger, sadness. Not every story you read would have a happy ending. In fact, the best love stories are the realistic ones that portray the struggle and hurt of a relationship. After all, summer's over. It would only get colder from here." Joseph explained, looking around the room sternly. "This will be due next Wednesday. It should have at least ten sentences. No word limit. You have the weekend and two days to work on it. Class dismissed."

I shut the notebook closed and pulled my bag up as I shoved my things in it. I looked over to my best friend who nudged his head in the direction of the exit. I merely nodded and tried to make my way out of the isle before I was called by Joseph. I mouthed out, "I'll catch up" and walked over to my cousin who was slouching over the table up front and center.

"Hey Jojo!" I greeted as I stopped right in front of him.

"Y/n, don't call me that, please. Someone might hear you." He said, snapping his head up and looking around the room to make sure everyone else was gone.

"It's just us. Chill. So, what do you need?"

"I need you to really work hard on that essay."

"Um... Okay? But since when did I write anything half-assed even if it was for a minor subject?"

"That's not what I mean. What I was trying to say is that whatever you write will be put into an article at the school's paper. The leaders of the publication and I decided to have a small corner just about stories of the one that got away and all that under a code name to keep things anonymous. It's a way to be able to include everyone else in the papers rather than merely presenting news. And since you're one of our best writers, we'll be using this assignment as our first feature."

"What if I never gone through something that deep?"

"I personally find that completely impossible. Remember A-"

I immediately jumped up and placed a hand onto his mouth to shut him up but he only laughed as he tried to pry it off him. I sent him the harshest glare I could muster and pushed his face back. He leaned against the table to keep him up as he laughed his ass out.

"You're such a dick, Jojo!" I spat at him as he tried so hard to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry y/n but seriously, I need you to do this. Please?" He said, placing his hands together while pouting at me.

"Ugh! You're lucky I love you, you dumb ass."

"Thank you! However, the mere fact that it will be published does not guarantee that you will get a perfect score. It depends on how it meets the criteria."

"Oh, come on!"

"Hey! I'm trying to be professional here! You know that I cannot be biased since I am your teacher, even if you are my cousin."