2- Bad Boy? More Like F*ckboy

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This could not be happening! I guess time has come for y/full/n! Tell my parents I love them! I'm dead.

"Y/n, it's not the end of the world." Phoebe said, trying to snap me out of the horrible shock I'm in.

"But Phoeeeeebbeeeee! I'm partnered with THE Shawn Mendes for English! Don't you get how terrible that is?! We have to freaking recite the poem How Do I Love Thee together for crying out loud!" I yelled at her dramatically but loud enough that only we could hear.

"What's so bad about Shawn, anyways? I think he's pretty hot."

You may be wondering who the hell Shawn is. He's a muscular guy with pale skin, a lazy eye, a faint scar on the cheek, brown eyes, brown fluffy hair, pink lips, and a bad reputation. He's known as the bad boy in this school but if you ask me, he's more of a fuckboy. Like, he always goes to parties and come home with a different girl every night. He flirts with majority of the female population of this school. Most girls want him and he just has sex with them and go. Trust me, I know. He lives exactly beside me. If that's not a sign for a fuckboy then I don't fucking know what is. He just makes me want to vomit, that's all.

"I know you're mad at him for God knows what but honestly, you have to let it go. You've had this hatred towards him for too long." She said looking at me with a clearly pissed off expression.

"It's worse than what you think, okay? It's something a bit too personal that I just can't tell anyone." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Hey y/n! Let's go!" I heard Shawn's deep voice shout.

"Where are you guys going?" Phoebe asked.

"To practice the lines knowing he might probably mess it up. Okay, text you later. Bye." I said grabbing my bad and walking towards Shawn who was leaning against the wall like a freaking model in a leather jacket. "Are we gonna go or what?"

"About time."

He started walking towards the entrance as I followed him like a lost puppy. People were looking at us, probably thinking that I'm his next one night stand. I kept my head down and hid my face behind my hair. Shawn stopped abruptly, making me crash against his back. He looked back at me and then to the others staring at us before grabbing my arm and pulling me with him to his motorcycle.

"Hop on." He said sitting on it.

"Is that even safe?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He sighed and threw me a black helmet. I groaned, knowing it will destroy my hair but safety first. I put it on my head and hopped on behind him. I placed my arms around his torso as he rushed out of the campus. Before we knew it, we were at my house. I got off the motorcycle and ran to the front door.

"Mom?" I asked as I entered.

No reply.

I turned back and Shawn was just staring at everything in the house with a dazed look in his eyes. I know what he's thinking. It still looks the same as before. He hasn't been here in over four years. In case you're asking why, we were best friends in middle school. We always hung out until one day, when we got to high school, he became distant and became his inner fuckboy. I know I call him fuckboy a lot but it's true. But in reality, I just miss the old him.

"This place hasn't changed a bit." He said under his breath.

"Yeah, well you would know if you didn't stop visiting." I muttered, annoyed at him.

"Y/n..."

"Sorry. I forgot how busy you were being a fuckboy and sleeping around with almost every girl you see."

I walked in and went up to my room with him hot in my tracks. I jumped on the bed and went on my phone. I felt him stand beside me and just stared down at me. I could sense his uneasiness but I'm not planning on being warm anytime soon.

"You know, Shawn, I'm happy we stopped being friends. Do you know why? Because I had a massive crush on you. Thank God I got over that." I said scrolling through Instagram. "We should just get this over with so that the sooner we end, the sooner you can leave."

"What did I ever do to you?! Why do you hate me so much?!" He yelled, clearly frustrated.

"Don't play so fucking dumb with me! You were my best friend! You just left me when I needed you the most! I was bullied for the past four years yet you just stood there and let them! Did you give a shit?! No! You just made it worse and then you just had to break my friend's heart by practically using her! You broke her heart just like you broke mine!" I yelled at him, letting go of the hurt I've been holding back for the past years.

"That doesn't necessarily mean I'm a fuckboy!"

"Oh please! You've slept with more girls than anyone else in school! I just want my best friend back."

I sat up and cried into my hands. I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and pull me against their chest. Shawn cupped my cheeks and wiped my tears with his thumb. He made me look into his eyes as tears escaped from both our eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I guess I just tried to get you off my mind by using those other girls and staying away from you." He said, on the verge of crying.

"What do you mean?"

He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back. He placed his arms around my waist and pulled me to his lap. I felt his tongue lick my lower lip for entrance which I accepted.

"I love you, y/n. Only you. I'm sorry for leaving you like that. I just didn't want to tell you in case you didn't feel the same so I thought it would be better to stay away from you." He sobbed onto my shoulder.

"Shh. Just please go back to the way you were before." I said, holding him closer.

"I promise. I promise I won't be a fuckboy or whatever the hell you call it. But I don't promise that I will stop being the school's bad boy."

"Why not?"

"Because being a bad boy means being feared by others therefore I could protect you by being with you."

I laughed at his slightly messed up logic and kissed him again, sending butterflies and sparks through my body. I felt him stroke my hair and kiss back. Once we pulled away, he had a goofy smile on his face.

"Remember how I said I was over my crush on you?" I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I'm so not over it."

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A/N: I'm so weird 😂 Hope you guys liked it. If you know where the whole "Remember how I said I was over my crush on you?" came from, you had a good childhood 😂 If not, it's Lucas Till's ( *clears throat* BAE!) line from Hannah Montana: The Movie. I was watching it last night so I decided to add it here.

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