ILLUMINATE
Shawn Mendes
Chapter-13
"I'm really hating you right now." Madison crosses her arms over her chest, chewing her gum, popping a small green bubble every time.
"Well, um," I scratch the back of my neck defenseless of anything to say in return, "I- you know what, forget it." I reciprocate her, roping my arms around one another provokingly.
Seconds pass until I cede , "Madison?" I lean my head on her shoulder, only causing her to shrug me off. "What's wrong? Is today that time of the month?"
She blinks, batting her lashes, mesmerising me. I was anticipating for a smile to crack, but it didn't happen. She snags my finger and bends it back, a groan slipping a little too loud, and my teeth sinking into my lip to hold back a yelp.
Ian draws my hand away forcefully, snatching my now dislocated index from her insanely tight grip.
"Fuck you too." I scoff at her, actually being hurt by her deliberate action. She's being a salty peanut.
•
The rest of the day was the same, I hated it; not being able to have a one on one conversation with Madison. It usually ended up being a one sided; me rambling and her not listening.
I lean against my car waiting for Cecelia to proceed with our 'date', with my wrapped finger that was held up with a popsicle stick, gauze and tape from the nurses office.
As the students were spreading off campus to their cars, I, ironically, catch sight of Madison and her delinquent of a boyfriend, sauntering hand in hand to her car a bit ahead of mine.
Instead of minding my own business, I examine as he opens the car for her and assists her in. It angers me, in fact, I was jealous, but there was not much I could do considering she actually confirmed that she hated my guts.
I build up some kind of hidden courage that I withheld inside, and call her name tremblingly.
As if synchronized, both their heads dart in my direction. "What?" Wait, when did Jack become her spokesman?
"May I have a word with her?" I lumber straight, for I was intimidated by him.
He peeks over at his girlfriend and she shakes her head, denying me. "That'll be a no." He coolly responds, hanging from the door.
"Seriously, Madison?" I gawk in disbelief.
"Sorry man, give her some time, maybe she'll get over the rumors." He shakes his head, slowly getting into his car and closing the door.
He reverses his car into the middle of the street and dives out of the parking lot and into the semi-busy streets.
"Shawn, hey." A voice that belongs to a familiar person, plays in my head. The person drapes their arms over my shoulders, bringing their hands to cover my eyes. "Guess who."
"Could it possibly be my wonderful ex, Winter?"
"Yep." She removed her hands. "How'd you know?"
"How could I forget your touch that send chills down my spine, and causes a smile to appear onto my face?" I brush a piece of her brown dyed hair behind her ear, flirtatiously leading her on.
"God, I miss you so much. I presume you miss me as much as I missed you?" Her minty breath, and fruity perfume lingers in the space between us as she sighs ever so sweetly.
My arms snake around her waist and I bring my lips to the hollow under her ear whispering the words, "nice try, miss winter. Despite how much You and I want to sleep with each other, I find myself not as attracted to you as I was before."
"Come on, you can't be serious, Shawn." She presses a fragile hand to my chest, "Everybody knows that you broke up with me to be with that coward, y/n. Besides, she's hates you." She cheekily reminds.
"I know." I sigh, "But I don't get it..why does she hate me? I haven't did anything to her."
"Everyone knows."
"About?" I trail.
"That you slept with Cecelia, you didn't hear that from me, though." She raises her hands in defense.
"That's crap. Both Cecelia and Madison are my girls, I would never do anything like that. Especially THAT."
"I know Shawny, we both know that you've only ever slept with me." Her lips brush mine, thinking to steal a kiss.
"That's, that's inexplicably true." I blurt, stepping away. "I've got to go now." I enter my unlocked car, seeing that Cecelia was coming. "Hey, it's nice to be on speaking terms again, we should really go out sometime."
"Are you asking me out?" She let out a breathy giggle.
"Maybe, maybe not." I wink, before she goes away with her group of girlfriends that were calling her over in their unpleasant outfits that screamed desperately for attention. Except for Winter, she was normal. She is always natural. Your classic pretty school girl.
"Miss Cecelia Maloley, I thought you weren't gonna show." I chuckle, unlocking the door for her to get in.
"Yeah, I didn't think so either." She got in, slumping into the seat. "So Mendes, is it really true, you spreading rumours that you and I, you know..."
"Absolutely not, not in a million years, why would I ever? Sounds like nothing I would do anyway." I flung my hands in the air dramatically. "Wait, you don't think I-?
"No, no." She raises her hand, cutting me off. "You're too good, too good to even speak or think of things like that. Your mind basically still a virgin."
I chuckled nervously, "um, aha, yeah, virgin. Totally." I choke out, "let's go, yeah?"
•
"I have this whole date planned out, first I have to go to the hospital to get a finger cast for my finger since it's kind of dislocated. Then we'll go to the movies, my treat, and we could end the night to do something that you wanna do." I smile, stopping at a gas station to put gas, obviously.
I dig in my wallet, for my credit card, but it seems that C has took it upon herself to pay. "Thanks." I embarrassingly pump the gas, thanking her.
"My treat." She mimics.
My lips pressed into an uncomfortable grin, "You remember Winter?"
"No." She chuckles, suddenly becoming serious, "no, Shawn. You don't mean that Winter. Please tell me it's not her." She closes her eyes, chewing her lip.
"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't." I hang the pump back up, and got back into the freezing cold car.
"Oh, Shawn!" She groans, smacking my leg.
"What was that for!" I monotone her tone.
"Can you keep a secret?" She stares me down, hoping for a yes.
"Of course, if I can trust you with my secrets then you can trust me with yours." My voice lowers, cracking.
She gulps as if she were going to be embarrassed about what she was going to tell me. "Well I, I kinda, I sort of like her." She stammers. "Please don't be mad."
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