MASTERLIST
WATTPAD
I felt fingers softly dancing in my hair as the sun shone on my face from the crack of the curtains. I snuggled closer into Rachel, noticing now I was now resting my head on her lap. She was sitting back, her fingers massaging my scalp softly, putting me in a trance. I turn around on her lap, now facing her. Her non-makeup clad face smiled down at me, her fingers continuing to roam my hair.
“You should’ve told me you were up, I could’ve moved then,” I yawn as I look over at the clock, the time being fifteen minutes to six.
“Nah had nothing better to do, plus you looked really tired,” nodding, she brought me closer on her lap, allowing me to snuggle closer to her warmth. Rachel was always so comfortable, she cared about other people’s needs before hers. It was a love/hate trait of hers. I opened my eyes, to peak at her. She had her eyes closed and was humming along to the soft music playing from the radio.
“Where’s Sarah?” I looked around, trying to find the tall girl, but all I could see was her shoes and jacket laying next to us on the couch.
“She decided to make breakfast, waffles I think?” I nod, snuggling closer to Rachel’s warmth.
Soon I had decided to remove myself from Rachel and move into the kitchen. Sarah was moving around, dancing to the song playing on the radio, Work from Home by Fifth Harmony, I think. Her hips were swaying to the beat of the radio, her eyes were closed as she mimicked Camila’s voice from the ending.
Rachel and I stared at her, stifling our giggles, before applauding her, making her turn to us and bow.
“Thank you, thank you all, and goodnight!” She waved us off and continued mixing the batter for her next batch of waffles. Four steamy ones laid on a white plate in the middle of the dining table, two other plates, a small bottle of maple syrup and a can of whip cream sitting beside it. My mouth watered at the smell of it. I turned to Rachel, nudging her forward. Her bare feet waddled across the tiled floor and she pulled her chair out, sitting down and grabbing a plate, placing two waffles on it.
I smirked as she drenched them in sticky syrup and drew a smiley face with her whip cream. I stared her in awe, as she scoffed down each waffle, not taking time out to breathe.
Rachel’s long black hair was pulled up in a bun placed directly on top of her head, a few strands of hair falling out, framing her oval-like face. Her beautifully dark eyes reminding me of my own. Rachel and I were often mistaken for sisters with our resemblance. She had naturally straighter hair than mine and often liked wearing it out in different styles. Her skin was already flawless, so the idea of makeup was nothing. She sometimes liked mascara and eyeliner but usually stuck with no makeup most days. Her facial features are striking, they were elegant but fierce. They made her look confident as she walked down the halls. She was, she’s always been confident, just not with boys. She rambled and stuttered if she was put in a position where she had to mingle with a guy she didn’t know. Rachel was a genius, she was so incredibly intelligent, if you didn’t know her age, you’d think she’d graduated with a Ph.D. from Harvard. Rachel and I met when we were 3, she’d moved from down the street to become my neighbour. We’d gotten along instantly, our houses being near each other called for constant play dates. My mother got to know Rachel’s parents really well and even decided to send us to the same schools, afraid if the broke us apart we’d break down. In all honestly, we would’ve. Rachel and I are unbelievably close, we know everything there is to know about one another. With Sarah, we’d become a trio. Sarah just got along with us both, and we instantly let her into our duo. All three of us stuck through primary school, middle school and now we’re tackling high school head on, together.
As the minutes ticked by, Sarah had finally finished making waffles and sat down with us to eat. We’d finished fairly quickly, due to how famished we were. Soon we were getting ready to go to school. Rachel taking the shower first as she had the least to do, followed by me and then Sarah. We were all packed and ready to go as soon as the clock hit 8.
Walking outside, I notice the cold breeze blowing through, I pull my coat closer to my body, quickly hopping down the steps of my front porch. I run into Rachel’s car (even though Damon, thankfully, brought my car back, there would be no use of me driving when Rachel’s car was already here) shutting the door and buckling myself up. Rachel hurriedly placed the keys in the ignition, reversing out of the driveway. We were almost out of the driveway when Rachel turned the heater on, but not too high, as she didn’t want the windows to fog up.
Driving to school was silent, a comfortable silence, the three of us simply basking in the quietness. As we parked in the student parking lot, it took sheer willpower to open the door and get out, all of us afraid of the coldness to come. I shivered as I made my way to my locker, Rachel and Sarah’s lockers conveniently near mine. We all got out our books and decided we would chill in the library for half an hour since we got there quite early.
“Aw, crap guys, I need to talk to Mr. BC about my theory sheets, I’ll see you guys at break, bye!” I hugged them both before rushing off to the music department. I was just about to enter until I hear familiar voices chattering away.
“I’m glad you’re back Shawn, you’re an asset to the school, a school treasure if I must.” I heard Shawn’s laughter followed by a soft “thank you”.
“Do you mind me asking, what made you come back?” Even if I wasn’t looking, I could tell Shawn tensed up at the question. He always did when his past was brought up.
Must be one sensitive subject.
“Ah, u-um, actually I don’t really like, um, talking about it actually. But yeah, I’m glad I’m back, I missed this place.” The footsteps sounded like the were closing in on the door, so me being me (someone who didn’t want to get caught eavesdropping) I run to the other side of the hall, pulling out my theory sheets and start walking towards the door, pretending I had just gotten there.
A second passed before Shawn walked out, my head lifted up as I heard Shawn’s exit. His face was contorted, he was looking down, thinking hard about something, before looking up, meeting my eyes.
“Hey Alex,” a clearly forced smile graced his face as he waved shyly as me. He placed his hands in his pockets and began swinging on the balls of his feet.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were here,” I smoothly lied through my teeth, smiling softly back at him.
“Ah, yeah, had to go talk to Mr. BC about some stuff for our project,” I raised my brow at his obvious lie, “don’t worry, I’m not ditching you or anything.” I nodded, smiling with pursed lips.
“I’ll see you later, the first period actually. Anyway, bye,” Shawn swiftly moved, waving at me before walking fast, off in the other direction. I stared at his retreating figure, my head whirring at why he’d lie to me.
You guys aren’t even close, if he doesn’t want you to know something, he has the right not to tell you. Geez, calm down.
I nodded at myself. We’re barely even friends, if he’s not ready to talk about something, he’s just not ready.
I decided to shrug it off and walk into Mr. BC’s office.
“Hi sir, is it an okay time to talk, or?” Mr. BC’s head shot up at my voice, a friendly smile adorned his face. He nodded moving pieces of sheets from his desk.
“Perfect time actually, so what do you need to talk about?”
“My theory sheets actually,” I laid the paper down on his desk, pointing out what had confused me and asking for advice. Mr. BC graciously gave me tips and helped me figuring out what I hadn’t understood. After the talk, I had learned what I need to know and was ready to leave, but Mr. BC stopped me before I could take a step out the door.
“Alex, would you mind giving me feedback on Shawn’s behaviour. As in, is he co-operative, or unhelpful? Just small things like that. It’s what the teachers have to do to new kids.” I nodded, confused, but agreed to it anyway.
I walk out of the class, thinking about what Mr. BC had asked of me. Feedback on Shawn’s behaviour? What was that supposed to mean?
The curiosity was eating me alive, but I decided it wasn’t my place, and left it at that.
I was walking towards the library when I heard muffled voices behind me. It sounded like they wanted whatever they were talking about, to be hidden. I turned around quickly, glancing at the two boys. I noted it was Cameron Dallas and Shawn. I was confused as to what they were talking about, but in my mind, I knew it wasn’t my place to find out. So instead, I quickly walked to the library, before being pulled back softly by a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Alex, um, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second? It’ll be really quick,” I look back, noticing the girls sitting at a table concentrating on Sarah’s forgotten homework. I turn back to Shawn, his face looking slightly hopeful. But there was a trace of something else, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Was it, guilt? Instead of pondering on the subject, I nodded, following Shawn to the small area between the library building and the rest of the school.
“What did you want to talk about? Are you actually completely ditching me on the project?” I joked, looking up at Shawn. A part of me was confused about the reason he brought me here.
“No, no, definitely not, I was actually wondering if you-um-wanted to go to this party, Cameron’s party? With me?” My mouth hung slightly open, astonished he’d asked me this. I wasn’t quick enough to gather my thoughts, as Shawn was already looking down, taking my silence was a no.
“You don’t have to, actually, it’s fine-”
“That sounds great,” I cut him off, “but I’ve never really been to a huge party of sorts, ‘cause I always had a weird thought I’d go with my friends one day but that’s fine, um-” this time, I cut my own rambling off, afraid he’d take back my invitation.
“Your friends are more than welcome to come, actually, it’ll be better if they make you comfortable,” I nod, thankful for his understanding. Shawn and I awkwardly stood there, our backs leaning against the wall, neither one of us making a move to leave.
It gave me time to process what he’d ask me. So I was going to my very first real party, my friends were there and I’ve got a date, pretty much-wait! I got a date!? Holy crap, I didn’t really think about his words until now, that’s probably why he’s still standing there, he’s probably waiting for me to give him my address or something, oh god I’m an idiot.
“We’re going together!” I internally face-palmed myself for sounding like I’m accusing him, “Right, ah, yeah, so we’re going together. Do you want me to-um-text you my address or are we-ah-gonna meet there?” I literally wanted the ground to open up and swallow me up right then and there, I sounded like a complete idiot.
“Yeah, I was thinking I could pick you up if that’s okay with you?” I nod, pressing my lips together.
“And I just want to say, ah, if you’re ever uncomfortable there, tell me, we’ll leave straight away, okay?” He smiles softly at me, staring deeply with his hypnotising eyes.
“Thanks, I realise I’m not equipped to handle parties like that,” I chuckle. I then realise how close we are, a few inches closer and I’d feel his plump lips against my own. The thoughts vanished as soon as they came, I take a step back, my back hitting the wall. Shawn saw, taking a step back, and awkwardly smiling before turning, walking towards Cameron, and waving, like he always seems to do.
I was stunned, to say the least, I watched as he walked away, his hands in his pockets, before he glanced behind him, eyes locking with mine. He smiles, his lips pursing like he was in mid thought.
I try and regain any of the composure I once had and begin to hastily walk to the library. As soon as I reach the desk where the girls had been sitting, I realise we’ve only got ten minutes left. So I had to make this quick.
“Guys, so Shawn just invited me to Cameron’s party. The, because I’m an anti-social idiot, I start rambling about not having gone to one before and then he says, 'your friends can come too, if they make you comfortable, of course’,” I lower my voice to exaggerate Shawn’s, “So, we’re all going to a party at-” I pause, thinking about the time and date, and realise in my state of embarrassment, I forgot to ask him the date. I slap my forehead, only to realise I could just text him. The bell rings, and I instantly decide to just talk to him after school, you know, just in case he turned his phone off or something.
Yeah, totally not because you want another excuse to talk to him.
I place my phone into my pocket, pulling myself together and reassuring the girls I’ll have a date and time, all before the bell rings.
Making my way into English I sit down, trying to comprehend what had happened before. But, somehow, my mind kept wandering off to Shawn’s lips, and what it’d feel like to kiss him. The rest of the class felt like a blur, as I hadn’t been paying any sort of attention, too wrapped up in my daydreaming to even give English a second thought. So when the bell rang, my heart did jump, not only due to fright but the realisation that I had History.
The particular subject didn’t really get my heart beat racing, more so a certain boy. I didn’t like the feeling of my heart racing or the weird feeling of my stomach dropping at the mention of his name. I didn’t like the fact that he’d gotten some control over me, that I’m not even sure I want back. I’ve literally known the guy for two days, I need my brain to slow down and take a break. I don’t need things like crushes interfering with my mindset.
My history class happened to be on the other side of the school, so as excited as I was, my body was still trying to function in the early morning. I trudged into the classroom, noticing there were barely any students, placing my books on the table at the far left. I place my arms on the desk and slump my head comfortably on them, closing my eyes briefly. I felt content on just laying here, but as soon as a rather large hand grabbed my forearm, I realised that wasn’t going to happen.
I look up annoyed to see Shawn’s eyes staring at me playfully. He placed his books down and slung his bag over his chair. Then he imitated me and slouched in his arms facing me. I move so I’m facing him. He’s got this look in his eyes, a look of peace, but deeply hidden under the caramel, there was this emotion that I couldn’t quite figure out. So instead of thinking too hard, I just decide to lay there, staring before closing my eyes, sighing.
“Tired?” I nodded as much as I could, still not opening my eyes.
“Maybe it has something to do with how late you stayed up last night?” I chuckle sleepily, opening my eyes to notice Shawn’s already staring back at mine. I pulled the sleeve of my sweater closer to me, pulling it up so he was only able to see my eyes.
“Don’t do that, I like seeing your whole face.” He moved closer and began to pick at my sweater, trying to pull it down. I gave in and let my sweater hang loosely from my arm.
“Okay class, one person from each desk come and grab a textbook, one between two, and then open it up to page 367.” I groan at the booming voice of Mr. Turner, the man couldn’t be quiet if he tried. I sunk deeper into my arms, now hiding my whole face.
“Guess I’m getting the books.” I grunt softly in response, hearing Shawn’s chair screech against the wooden flooring. He returns shortly after and drops the book on the desk, a rather loud thump heard. I jumped up at the noise, scowling at the book next to me.
“Hey, now the book never did anything to you.”
“It woke me up, that’s enough for me.” I sit straight now, leaning slightly closer to Shawn to get a better look at the book.
The whole session was filled with Shawn and I subtly poking fun of the pictures in the textbook, narrating context they would’ve been used in. Our shoulders brushing against one another, until finally just deciding to lean against one another. I couldn’t help but have a feeling of nervousness when Shawn’s around, I’d never been like this before, and I wasn’t a fan of finding out why I’m feeling this way. So instead, I put it to the back of my mind, and start concentrating on what the context would be for a dog holding what looks to be a human foot in his mouth.
A/N: I should point out that Shawn does things in this book, he’s very forward with his affection, we’ll eventually find out why..