Shawn Mendes Imagines

17. Badboy

1.03 PM

Perfect time for her to escape from this living hell called school. Ditching class is almost a routine for her, and teachers know that. They don't say anything about it anymore, it's completely useless.

That need she has to be far away from people and boring lessons has become stronger and stronger day after day. She's dying inside, her feelings totally fading, and her emotions as well. But who cares ? Nobody pays attention to her, and even if sometimes she'd like to have someone in her life, a confident or something, she usually enjoys being alone.

When she's in the middle of nowhere and nobody around, she feels so free, so alive. Her and her cigarette, never bothered by a mean bitch who feels like she's the only one on earth, or a fuckboy who tries to get her in his bed. No, just a peaceful silence and the smoke of her cigarette.

Haha... Cigarettes... How many times did her parents tell her it was the cancer in a tiny stick ? Maybe not enough... But whatever, they're the actual reason why she started. Their fights and screams followed by her mother's whimpers as his dad, who at the first sight looks so kind, is actually an abusive shit.

2 years, 2 whole fucking years that she has been dealing with this. Everybody thinks they know this strange mysterious girl, but in fact, no one knows anything about her life once she's home. Nobody wants to know.

She finally makes it to an old abandoned landfill site. Here, she can relieve all the feelings she holds back in front of people. She can breathe and scream, she can cry if she needs to, she can do whatever she wants. For the moment, she just sheds a cigarette and rests her back against a wall made of rusty sheets of metal. She takes another puff and looks at her feet. Then, she closes her eyes, trying to hold back tears as she thinks about what's waiting for her at home.

A sudden noise makes her jump a little, and her tears stop rolling down her cheeks. What was that ? There's never anybody here, where could that have come from ?

Another noise of something breaking can be heard, and her heart starts to beat faster. She drops her cigarette deliberately and steps on it. She then walks to where the noises came from as quietly as possible, not to make any sound.

Once she reaches the corner of the empty depot, she sees a tall boy, dressed all in black, hood on his head, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and a skeleton mask covering his mouth and nose.

She freezes as she watches the guy observing the pieces of glass scattered all around him. He takes a baseball bat in his large hands and throws it in the screen of an old tv which probably hasn't worked for ages. She can't help but stare at the mysterious boy, a few brown locks falling on his forehead.

"I know you're there, babygirl. No need to hide." His low voice makes her heart beat even faster, almost explosing.

She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes, blaming herself for being so indiscreet. If she could, she'd slap herself.

"Don't be shy. I won't bite." The rasp in his voice makes goosebumps erupt on her skin. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm down.

Slowly, her body begins to move until she's completely standing a few meters away from him. She can feel his gaze on her, and it makes her feel a bit, even really, uncomfortable. He takes off his mask, and now, his plump lips are on show. He moisturizes them quickly with his tongue before letting fall the baseball bat.

"What are you doing here alone, princess ? Aren't you at school ?"

He takes the hood off of his curly mess, and the girl simply states at him in awe and fear at the same time. She doesn't even answer his questions, which doesn't please him. He takes off his sunglasses as well, and his brown eyes find hers, piercing them.

"I think I asked you something. Am I talking to a bad girl who doesn't respond when someone's talking to her ? You're lucky, I like bad girls." He states with dark eyes.

She's totally mesmerized by this unknown. How is that possible ? She has never seen him before.

She glups when she sees that he's now walking towards her. He stops right in front of her, inches away from her face. He replaces a strand of hair behind her ear, and she feels every single muscle of her body tense. The brown haired guy then whispers in her ear.

"Did you lose your words, babygirl ?"

She shivers at the nickname and chokes out incomprehensible words before making a correct sentence.

"I-I come here everyday. I need to be alone."

He runs his fingers through her hair and raises an eyebrow, smirking.

"Alone ?"

She nods and looks into his piercing eyes. His thumb finds her skin and starts caressing her jaw, making her blush instantly.

"I see. Look at you, a real bad girl. Leather jacket, smudged black makeup, messy hair, smell of tobacco. So sexy."

Suddenly, he turns around, grabs his bat, and hits another tv. The "badgirl" jumps in fear, not expecting that.

"I need to be alone too. Breaking stuff helps me to relax. Wanna try ?" He says with a raspy voice, handing her the piece of wood.

"N-No, thank you."

Once again, his brows raise. He walks to her again, and his lips are now brushing against the skin of her neck, just below her ear.

"You should, but as you wish, princess." With that, he places a gentle kiss on her neck, goosebumps erupting again on her skin, and her breathing getting heavier.

He then walks away and sits on a pile of wooden boxes, still looking at her body.

"So, darling, tell me. Why do you need to be alone all the time ? Not only to smoke your cigarette I suppose." He is sat like a king on his throne. He probably knows this place as much as she does.

She hesitates to answer for a few seconds. It's her privacy after all, but his eyes staring into hers obligate her to speak, so she opens her mouth.

"I-I just... My parents, they argue and my mother... S-She... My father beats her." She stops to breathe and holds back her tears.

"I hear everything, a-and I can't handle it anymore so I come here to exteriorize what I need to." She continues.

He nods, saying nothing -for once- and thinking about what this pretty girl must live at home. Y/N takes a deep breath and calms down, feeling a bit relieved. It's the first time she confides in someone.

"What's your name ?" He asks all of a sudden, out of context.

"Y/N. Yours ?"

"Shawn."

"And why are you here ? Why do you need to break televisions ? Why do you pass yourself off as a badboy ?"

Shawn just smiles and stands up, his tall figure making Y/N feel tiny. Once he's right in front of her again, he leans down and kisses her lips slowly and carefully. This kiss contrastes so much with his personality. The girl's stomach is now full of butterflies.

"You ask too many questions, love." Is all he says before leaving the area, the sound of the pieces of glass cracking under his shoes, his baseball bat resting on his shoulder.

Y/N stays there a bit more, shocked of what happened. Who would have thought that the only person who would care about her for more than 1 minute would have been a perfect stanger ?

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I have my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, I'm so scared ...