After two more classes, it was finally time to go home. I exchanged numbers with Laur and Mel, and then we headed out into the parking lot and went our separate ways. I unlocked my car and threw my backpack in the backseat. I sat down in the driver's seat and thought, I did it. I survived my first day of school.
I didn't feel like going home just yet. My parents would bombard me with questions and beg to hear every detail about my day, but I wasn't in the mood to tell them. So instead I pulled out of the parking lot and began driving around town. There wasn't a lot to do in Pickering. I drove around but didn't see anywhere worth stopping. Finally, I spotted a Tim Hortons. I loved Tim Hortons. They didn't have any in New York, so I was ecstatic to see that there was one in Pickering.
"It's been way too long," I smiled to myself as I parked the car and headed towards the front doors. The familiar dark red logo was comforting. I had an unnatural obsession with Tim Hortons. It was probably one of my favorite places in the world. I knew that I would end up spending most of my free time here.
When I entered the building, I was greeted by a soothing smell of coffee beans and baked goods. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting my lungs fill with the scent. This was definitely my happy place.
It was a cute little coffee shop. There was a counter where you could order food, four or five table set up in the middle of the room, a bar counter and stools lined up against the wall with large windows, and a few intimate booths in the back of the room. It was very cozy. There weren't many people inside, which was nice. A young mother and her two little children were snacking on donuts at the bar stools, and a frail elderly woman was sipping her coffee at a table.
I stepped up to the front counter. "Hello welcome to Tim Hortons, what can I get for you today?" the tiny blonde girl behind the register asked.
"I'll have a small hazelnut cappuccino with a caramel swirl, please."
"Your total is $4.06," the girl said. I fished a five dollar bill out of my wallet and handed it to her, and she returned my change. "That'll be right out."
"Thanks," I replied as I stepped to the side so the customer behind me could order. When I realized who the person next in line was, I let out a quiet groan. It was Shawn.
"A caramel swirl," he said as our eyes met, "That's cute."
I rolled my eyes and moved further away from him. He walked up to the counter. "Hey Meredith," he smiled sweetly at the girl behind the counter.
"Hi Shawn," she replied after fixing her hair and grinning at him. "The usual?"
He nodded in response and handed her a couple of bills. When Meredith gave him his change, he dropped all of it in the tip jar on the counter, and then winked at her. Then he walked over and stood next to me.
"You have a usual?" I asked.
He leaned up against the wall. "Yup," he said. Shawn was studying me as he stood there. His eyes slowly moved from my head to my feet. The ever present smirk on his face grew as I started to glare at him.
"What are you staring at?" I snapped.
Shawn licked his lips and smiled, "I'm staring at you. I don't know if you own a mirror, but if you do, then you probably know that you're pretty hot." I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out of my pocket, pretending to text someone.
I heard Shawn chuckle. "I know you're not really texting anyone, sweetheart. And it's rude to text when you're in the middle of a conversation."
I felt my face get hot. "This conversation is over," I replied.
Meredith returned with my coffee. Not waiting for Shawn to reply, I headed back over to the counter. I thanked Meredith and took my drink. I would've loved to sit down at one of the comfortable booths in the back and drink my coffee, but I knew I should just leave. I remembered what Laur had told me. I needed to stay away from Shawn.
So I took my coffee and headed out to my car. I put my drink in the cup holder and then went to turn on my car. "Shit," I mumbled. I forgot my wallet and keys inside. I'll just run in really quickly and grab them, I thought, I don't have to talk to Shawn.
But the second I stepped out of my car, I felt him come up behind me.
"Forget something?" he asked sweetly, jingling my keys in his hand. He took a big sip of his coffee before setting it on the roof of my car.
I slowly turned around to face him. "Can I have my keys?" I asked, holding out my hand impatiently. I didn't have time for this.
Shawn took a step towards me, so there was only a few inches between the two of us. He didn't say a word. I could see my keys dangling from his fingers; they were just within my reach. I wanted to grab them, but I couldn't do it. I was frozen. I could feel him moving closer to me. My brain was telling me to back away, but my body wouldn't listen. Before I realized what was happening, Shawn had pinned me against the side of my car.
"I don't even know your name," Shawn whispered into my ear. His arms were locked on either side of me, restricting me from moving. There was only a couple inches between us. He smelled of smoke and freshly cut wood. "What's your name?" he asked softly.
"Grace," I responded automatically. Shawn smiled.
"Grace," he repeated. "How pretty." He slowly moved his face even closer to mine. All of the red flags and warning sirens in my head went off at the same time. I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away, but it was useless because he was so much bigger and stronger than me.
"Stop," I tried to scream, but my voice came out as a small whisper. Shawn laughed.
He ignored my command and wrapped his large hands around my waist. I attempted to shove him off me again, but he only held me tighter. His strong arms pulled me into him, and I couldn't break free no matter how much I struggled. Shawn gazed into my eyes. This was the first time I had gotten a good look at his. He had beautiful brown eyes, the opposite of his personality. They were warm, kind, and comforting. When I looked into them, he seemed like a completely different person. If eyes are the window to the soul, then I had just stared right into the deepest parts of him. It made me wonder if he was someone else underneath this tough guy act.
"Shawn," I heard myself whisper. I felt myself relax in his arms. I stopped struggling. Instead of trying to break free, I let him hold me. The two of us stood there embracing each other, pressed up against the side of my car.
Shawn seemed surprise by my sudden lack in resistance. He immediately let go of me and took a step back. "Here are your keys," he said, and tossed them to me. Then he grabbed his coffee and took off. Shawn climbed into his own car and sped off before I even had a chance to blink. I was left standing alone in the parking lot, my jaw open and my car keys in my hand.
There was something magnetic about Shawn. The two of us were opposites. But just like magnets, opposites attract. I knew I wasn't supposed to talk to Shawn. I knew I was supposed to stay away from him. But as much as I wanted to listen to Laur, I couldn't. I wanted to learn more about Shawn Mendes.
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"Stay away from Shawn Mendes." That's what everyone keeps telling Grace, who recently moved from the bustling New York City to the quiet town of Pickering, Canada. She has no trouble making new friends, but everyone she meets keeps telling her the...