Strings Attached

Jealous? Maybe not

I whistled under my breath, just as I finished up curling my hair.

Alessandro and I had exchanged numbers, and we had gotten talking even more than at the set.

I couldn't help but smile and blush at our conversations. They were so innocent sometimes, but he did send some innuendos in between, which I was honestly nonchalant about.

However, tonight Alessandro was taking me out somewhere and I couldn't be more excited. It wasn't a date of any sort, but probably something friendlier.

Well, then again, I'm friendly with Shawn and...

I looked at myself in the mirror for one last time, but before I could get up, I felt my phone buzz as a notification popped up.

I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering who texted me, so I picked up the phone and narrowed my eyes to see the message clearly.

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Muffin man
Holy shit, you look so good 🤤

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I almost forgot that I had sent all of the photoshoot pictures to Shawn, mainly just to stir him up somehow.

I chuckled, as I sent him a quick reply.

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Banana Dork
😉

Muffin Man
Who's that guy though?

Banana Dork
Oh, his name's Alessandro
He's actually really cool

Muffin Man
Oh...

Banana Dork
Why do you ask?

Muffin Man
No reason.

Banana Dork
Are you JeAlOuS?

Muffin Man
....
Oh, you bet I am
Anyways, I gotta go because Scott and Teddy are telling me to get off my phone
I might come by yours later, see you then ❤️

Banana Dork
Aw okay, love ya Shawnie ❤️

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Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh.

I knew he wasn't jealous, he would never be. He was probably just curious and played it up because of our usual playfulness.

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror again.

Why would he want me in any more than just sex or being just a friend?

There wasn't anything in me that actually deserved Shawn Mendes. He was everything, and I could never match up to that.

And right now, I just wanted to take all my makeup off and cry into my pillow, because I just wanted Shawn so bad, but I couldn't do that. Only for the reason because Alessandro and I made plans to go out.

Sniffing softly, I blinked so I wouldn't let the tears ruin my mascara and I stood up, looking away from the mirror because I almost couldn't stand looking at myself anymore.