Patrick Stump Imagines

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Monday. The worst day of the week. It wasn't that it was a terrible day, it just starts a whole new, long week of stress and homework. School sucks so much, and all of the classes are boring, even the ones you chose to be in.

It was 5th period, and you were in English. Boring old English class. You teacher was lecturing the class about how the class acted the week before to the sub. Honestly, what would you expect. Seniors to actually care about school, so close to graduation? Not exactly. No one cares about anything at this point, not even you.

While your teacher was talking, you started to ignore him and played with your long hair. There wasn't much to do with it, so you got bored of it quickly. You gathered up all the strands of hair and laid them behind your shoulders, not knowing they rested on the desk top behind.

About half way through class, you felt your hair moving. You tried to ignore it, thinking it was the wind, but it wouldn't stop. The movement of your hair started to really annoy you. You angrily whipped your body around to meet the eyes of the boy who had a strand of hair in his hand. The boy by the name of Patrick Stump.

Patrick wasn't exactly well liked. Yeah, he had a lot of friends, but they were all nerds. All of them were either in band, or some kind of Star Wars club. No one really hated him, they just hated the fact that such a cute face was wasted on a nerdy band boy.

His eyes widened when he caught sight of your eyes. The color in his faced flushed to a deep red. He released you hair and folded his hands while smiling apologetically at you. All you did was shake your head and smirk.

"Your lucky your cute, Stump" you whispered before turning back around in your seat.

Your teacher some how didn't see anything that happened between you and Patrick, even though it wasn't serious. While you were looking forward, Patrick's mouth was open slightly at your words. He thought you were gonna get really pissed off and yell at him, but you didn't.

Gathering all your hair once again, you placed it behind your shoulders to where they were before. Patrick noticed you do this, smiled, and went back to playing with your hair as your teacher rambled on. You didn't mind him playing with your hair at this point. It gave you something to focus on, and honestly, it calmed you, taking your mind off of everything.