JJ Maybank X Y/N Imagines

🤍 make fun 🤍

a/n heyy i know i said i would do the beach day or wtv chapter next but i thought of this idea so i had to write it before i forget.

the song fits well with this chapter i love olivia too 💜💜

TW MENTION OF SH 🔔‼️🚨
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this will be a pov like ur the narrator idk what its called but instead of ur thoughts saying "you" it will say "i" etc.

me and jj have been dating for about 4 weeks now, and today is the first day of school and im pretty nervous how people will react.

jj is the biggest heart throb of obx, and i just feel like my pretty isnt pretty enough for him.

of course he makes me feel the complete opposite. but all the pretty, perfect face, perfect body, type of girls just makes me feel less and less pretty everyday.

i just dont get why jj would wanna be with me instead of all the model like girls?

i just think that once we go back to school, he'll change his mind and find a prettier girl. he can practically get anyone he wants on this island.

i quickly get pulled out of my thoughts as my phone starts to ring.

john b: hey you ready?

me: yeah! ill be out in a sec.

i aggressively wiped my tears away that i didnt even knew shed. thank god for waterproof mascara.

i grabbed my bag and ran out the door only to see the Twinkie parked in my driveway, along with my handsome boyfriend outside waiting for me.

"hey beautiful" jj says as he pecks my lips quickly as he takes my backpack and helps me in.

"hey babe." i say, a little quietly.

"have you been crying?" pope asks as i widen my eyes and shake my head, desperate for him not to tell jj.

"you've been crying? babe what's wrong?" jj asks as he pulls me in for a hug.

"im fine, just nervous." i lied. well kinda.

"aw baby you'll be good, if anyone messes with you ill pound their face in" jj says reassuring me.

"yeah but its just the bullying got so bad last year, i just dont wanna go through that again with the depression, anxiety and the cu-" i start but cut myself off realizing i almost just spilled my biggest secret.

i used to get bullied so bad at school, that it got to the point where i would end up having full on panic attacks that led to, hair ripping, self harming, and spending hours on end throwing up.

"were you about to say cuts?" pope asks.

dammit pope.

"what, um no i meant to say...cutting onions out of...stress?" i say, obviously knowing its the stupidest thing ive ever said.

"you cut yourself?"

"y/n.."

"baby..."

they all say in unison.