Chapter 6: I trust him // Shawn Mendes
“I get the right to freak out this time, I’m just letting you know.” April says, closing the door behind her as I lay on my double bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating my actions from before.
“Join the club. Its all I’ve been doing since he left.” I sigh, lifting my head to see her curling up in the small sofa I had beside the window that I often sat in to read or do homework.
“So let me get this straight.” April begins the lengthy conversation we’re sure to have. “Last time you told me you just slept in the same bed. That was lunch time.”
I nod solemnly. “Yeah.”
“Now it’s around 2 hours after dinner, which by the way you didn’t attend for the second time in a row.” She scolds gently and I perk up by the mention of food.
“Did you bring me anything?” I ask, and she gives me a ‘are you serious?’ look.
“Of course I did, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t provide some food for our little late night chat?” She gets up to hand me a take a way box. I open it and the delicious aroma of fried rice fills the air.
“Thanks April.” I grin, digging into my meal.
“Back to the story. I get a text saying- Shawn came by, we slept together.” She pauses and I don’t meet her eyes. “Y/n when I said I think you should kiss him I didn’t think you would take my advice so literally.”
“I don’t know what happened.” I groan, running a hand through my hair tiredly.
“I’m going to clarify just to make sure. You meant slept together as in he puts his di-”
“April!” My cheeks heat at her language.
“Hey! You can’t act all innocent now.” She defends herself, smirking at my horrified expression.
I don’t say anything, instead shoveling more rice into my mouth.
“Y/n, are you okay?” April asks after a moment, her caring side making an appearance.
“I guess.” I trail off, fiddling with the fork I was using to eat. “I mean, Shawn was so nice about it and he wasn’t.. bad.. at it.” I feel my cheeks heat.
“Can I be honest with you for a second?” She asks, tilting her head slightly.
“April… I don’t really expect anything else.” I laugh, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Right, but I just wanted to make sure because I don’t know how you’re feeling and I didn’t want to upset you.” She rambles.
“Just say it.” I shrug, chucking the empty take away bags in the bin beside my bed.
“Are you sure he wasn’t just using you? You’ve only really gotten to know each other for 3 or so days and now you did this? Can you even trust him?”
I freeze at the word, my stomach twisting. “I trust him.” I murmur, a silence filling the room. “I know that we may have been moving too fast but I don’t believe that Shawn’s a bad guy.”
She nods, moving to sit next to me on my bed.
“Then I think he’s a good guy to. I want you to know that what ever happens next- I will always be your friend, no matter what.”
I smile, tucking my legs underneath me. “Thanks April, you’re the best.”
She flips her hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I know I am.”
It was 5 days before I saw Shawn again. I was walking into my Power of the Gods class and as if there was a pull my eyes immediately snap to Shawn. He was sitting in the third row, writing something on a piece of paper. As if feeling my gaze he looks up and his dark hazel eyes catch mine.
I send a small smile before turning away and taking my usual seat in the second row- diagonally across from Shawn.
Slowly the rest of the class begins to trickle in- Peyton grinning at me maliciously as she walks past to take the seat right behind me, the one next to Shawn.
Our teacher was a man in his 30′s who we called Adrian. He was tall with curly blonde hair that was often tied back and he always had a book on him. He was one of the few teachers who was actually interested in teaching a subject that did not involve a sword.
“Good morning,” he calls out to the class as we fall silent. “Last class we worked on Poseidon and what he controls. We also covered how to fight back should we ever face a child with his abilities in a fight, can anyone tell me some of this powers?”
Someone raises their hand in the back and I zone out, my gaze stuck on the blackboard where there was some work left from previous classes, perhaps from a first year class.
We had 3 levels of education at the camp. When we are 16, our parents claim us by sending a signal to the head of camp where we are then brought into camp to learn about the basics of what we are. In the second year we practice more physical skills, our training focused on fighting. In the last year- the year I’m currently in- we tie all our skills together to help us when we are let back into society to live beside humans.
“Y/n?” I’m drawn out of my trance and I meet Adrian’s eyes shamefully.
“Sorry.” I squeak, feeling many eyes on me.
“Please try and focus as I think you may find our next Goddess very interesting.” He smiles warmly at me and I feel my heart sink. He wouldn’t have chosen who I think he did, would he?
“We do happen to have a child of Athena in the class, I said this when we covered Apollo and I’m going to say it again. Please no unnecessary treatment of the individuals.” The class murmur in response and I slid down in my chair a bit, my cheeks flaming.
“Can anyone tell me what abilities children of Athena have?” Adrian asks and the class falls silent.
Then a voice speaks. “Intelligence. Reason, wisdom and arts.” Shawn’s says, and there’s a collective shock in the room. Shawn never spoke up in class.
Adrian looks delighted however. “Yes Shawn, correct. Athena’s children can have any one of these talents. Although they may seem harmless they should never be underestimated in a battle. Their quick thinking can be your downfall.”
I can feel Shawn’s gaze on me and when I turn my head to look, he’s smirking at me. I gulp, turning around to face the front again.
“Children of Athena do not make rash decisions, they think everything out thoroughly and almost always know what to do to get out of any situation.”
The blush never fades from my face throughout the rest of the lesson. When the bell finally rings for lunch, the day divided into two sections of morning and afternoon classes, I bolt.
I feel embarrassed. Regret fills me as I hurry towards the girls bathroom, tears slipping out my eyes before I could stop them. I can’t work out why I’m crying except for maybe I made the wrong decision.
For someone whose supposed to be intelligent and wise I was feeling pretty stupid.