The Fooo Imagines

Olly Imagine

"I have no other words to describe you other than lame," the meanest girl teases you in the middle of the school cafeteria. You try to fight back the tears in your eyes but one escapes quickly down your cheek. "Are you seriously crying," she asks, sounding fake shocked. You try to leave but another girl grabs your arm, "Where do you think you're going?" she asks you. "Please just leave me alone..." you say, your voice small. The group of girls continue to tease you until someone breaks up the group. You know it's Oscar Molander, but you call him Olly. He's a drama/vocals student at your school, usually in the musical productions your school puts on every year. A lot of people made fun of him when he transferred to the school in sophomore year last year but not many still do because you are now the new kid they decide to pick on. "Stop it! You're hurting her feelings," Olly says, defending you. "Why are you even defending her? It's like you like her..." one of the girls says. "I do like her! Have since I first saw her. It's not fair for you pick on her; no one should have to feel like she is right now," Olly rolls up his sleeves, exposing his biceps (that are clearly visible), "You mess with her and you deal with me. If you see her, you'll see me defending her right away." After that short speech that's left you, well, speechless, Olly takes your hand and you walk out of the cafeteria. "Why did you do that?" you ask, still wiping your tears. "I wasn't lying; I like you, a lot. I'd like to be there to protect you... Will you maybe go out with me?" Olly wraps his hand around your wrist and holds your hand, squeezing it lightly before wiping your tears with his thumb. "Okay," you say quietly. "Okay?" he asks before kissing your lips softly.