Jack Johnson Imagine

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I woke up to my alarm going off. Another day at school, the only reason I went is because I have a huge crush on Jack Johnson. But he hates me, he always calls me a slut and tells me he hates me. It really hurts but I act like it doesn't.
I got dressed and headed out to my car and drove to school. Right when I got in the building Jack came up to me and called me a slut.
"God Jack what the fuck have I ever done to you? Nothing! I've tried my best to get you to like me but you always say you hate me. Please just stop. I get it im a fucking slut and you hate me just please fucking stop!" I yelled looking right in his eyes while trying not to cry. The next thing I know I'm in his arms.
"I'm so sorry Y/N I thought you hated me so I always called you names. I'm such a fuck up. Shit I'm so sorry. Please give me a chance?"
"Jack you are not a fuck up. Your amazing. And yes of course I'll give you a chance."
I couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day and when I saw Jack it seemed like he couldn't either.

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