𝖂𝖊𝖇 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘~ | One Shots/ Imagine Book

𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗 | Beautiful Eyes?

𝖕𝖔𝖛: A story of aspiring love ❤️

( Request from, Strawberrypaste )

    ( ??? pov )

         Walking to the back of the class is some what normal for me, no particular eyes on me, no attention. Just the way I like it, the only way it has been. The same thing happens at lunch, I sit in the singlet tables in the far corners, once again, with little to no attention to me. I'm not a total "loner" though, if anything I'm this way by. Choice? I have friends, scratch that, I have a friend. No plural, but thats besides the point. The point is, why is this girl wal-

"Hi," a girl says to me. Before my thoughts were interrupted, I was thinking to myself on why she was walking up to me. Just then, I was taken out of my thoughts again. "Bro say something back, or I will..!" My friend Jason whispered to me. "H-hi" I quietly say. Did I just. Stutter... I hear her chuckle a bit before pulling up a chair from an opposing table. " I don't want to prude, but can I sit here?" The girl says, bringing me out of my thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"Uhm-" "GO AHEAD!" Jason rudely interrupted, if he kept on doing this we'd most definitely stop being friends. Though in reply to this she pulls the chair up. "What's your name?" She asked. I was sort of, shocked, no one in this entire school ever bothered to be bothered with me. "My name's Oliver.." she smiled, her smile was so sweet, her lipgloss making her lips glisten from the sunlight entering through the cafeteria windows. " My name's y/n" she says in response, but I already knew her name. Who didnt, she was one of the most popular people at the school. On the cheerleading team, did every school activity, got good grades, and best of all, a "party animal".

That's why it was such a shower to see her waltz over here, in a corner with absolutely no one but two other people. "So what brings you over here?" Jason asks, taking the words from out of my head. Breaking eye contact with me and looking over at said boy, "I was just a tad bit interested by Oliver here," she says, though as she she opens her mouth again the bell rings. I spring up from my seat and dash towards the door. That was so embarrassing...

( y/n's pov )

'He's so adorable,' I thought watching Oliver rush out the cafeteria. I get up slowly about to head to my class, "woahhh, y/n where ya goin?" Meian asked me as I passed him. "To class?.." I responded confused, but as I saw the rest of the "gang" I see what he was trying to imply. "Don't tell me you're turning into a good girl, I thought we were going to ditch today" one of the boys from the basketball team, mark, spoke up.

"For starters, we skip like literally every, single, day. So no, I think I'm going to go to class. I'm starting to think my dad is starting to notice I'm not attending specific classes." I excused, which was a lie. I only wanted to go to class was because Oliver was there. I wasn't lying to his friend about earlier, I really do find him intriguing. "Yea whatever.." one of the girls on the cheerleading team, Becca, rolls her eyes, and walk pass me. This led to the whole group also walking pass me.

"Am I going crazy or is THE y/n l/n in my class right now!" My biology teacher Mr. Rock exclaimed with a smile. "Heyyy Mr. Rock, it's been a while yea?" I hear a couple giggles from the small interaction. I looked around the class to see Oliver sitting alone by the window, so I walk over. "hi Oliver" I whisper to the boy. I noticed as I said this he jumped, did I do something wrong? "Are you okay?.." I asked concerned. "U-uhm yea, it's just... Never mind, hi," Oliver stuttered, I noticed a small tint of blush spread across his cheeks. 'how cute," I thought, turning towards the teacher.

little did they know, this wasn't going to be the last interaction they had together...

( ??? pov )

Both Oliver and y/n were found in their algebra class alone. The boy offered to tutor her for the things she missed from skipping earlier in the year, she couldn't let that offer just die. So now, here they are, though y/n isn't exactly paying attention. Her e/c eyes were trying to search her way into his, it was always a mystery of what color his eyes were. The fact he wore his black, long, healthy hair in his face was no help. She was lucky he had his mask off, being able to see his plump pink lips, only being chapped in certain areas. Being determined to see his eyes, she came up with a plan.

"Hey oliver, are you a little hot?" y/n asked, secretly mischievous. "Yea, only a little bit, but you can open a window if you want..," the boy timidly responded. Even after getting close with her after three months, he still found himself to be under her spell, she was so intoxicating, if anything, she was a drug he was hooked on. He'd always remember the day she came up to him at lunch, saying that he, a simple "background character", was interesting to her. Still concluding himself in his thoughts, y/n got up from her seat and towards the window, even though they were at the start of summer, the wind still found itself to be able to surround the air. So once the window was opened, in came a fast breeze, brushing right past y/n and into Oliver's hair, pushing it aside. y/n smiled, her plan worked, now here she sat in front of Oliver, staring right into his eyes, yet he haven't noticed, still wondering how a girl like her somehow got caught up with a boy like him.

"You have very beautiful eyes, oliver,"

"Huh?"

That's when he finally snapped out his thoughts, feeling the sudden breeze on his forehead, he looked straight into the the girl in front of him eyes. "Me?.." "your names Oliver, isn't it?" y/n smiled, seeing as the small familiar tint of blush spread to his cheeks. "But I mean it, you have very beautiful eyes, in fact, blue is my favorite color, it was my color for formal!" Oliver just watched as as the girl rambled on, still enchanted by the compliment.

( Oliver's pov )

It was really rare for me to be up right now, it's 3am, yet I'm in bed staring at my ceiling. I still can't believe she said that, no one has every said that to me before, better yet, never has someone so pretty, has said that to me. Coming from a girl like she, that compliment will be something that will go along with you for days.

I couldn't take it anymore and stood from my bed, and walked to the bathroom in my room. My eyes adjusted to the lights coming from the mirror, I pinned my hair up and looked into it, staring into my eyes.

" -Blue is my favorite color-"

"Blue is her favorite color,..." I opened the cabinet and grabbed the scissors. If it means that I'll see a big smile on her face, then I'll do anything. Maybe it's time for a cut anyways...

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HEY YALL, THIS WAS ONCE AGAIN REQUESTED BY Strawberrypaste I HOPE THIS ISN'T TO FAR IFF FROM WHAT YOU REQUESTED, PLS LET ME KNOW❤️

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