intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies

first impression

I sit behind the sports hall, trying to find a quiet spot to have my lunch. I'm new to the school and don't really know anyone yet, which makes me feel out of place. Just as I'm about to take a bite out of my sandwich, I hear someone approaching me. I look up to see a girl standing there, looking annoyed. She crosses her arms and looks at me with a stern expression. „That's my usual writing spot," she says bluntly, her voice laced with irritation.

I feel a flash of annoyance at her attitude, but I try to keep my composure and decide to stay polite. „I'm sorry, I'm new here. I didn't know this was your usual spot. I'm still getting familiar with the rules around here." As the word „rules" leaves my mouth, I realize that I didn't do a good job of hiding the sarcasm in my voice. The girl's irritation seems to grow even more snd she bristles at my tone.

„What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, her voice sharp. I struggle to hide a smile as she snaps back at me. But I try to keep my amusement to myself and respond calmly, although with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. „Oh, I'm sorry if I'm intruding your sacred writing spot. I didn't realize it came with a VIP badge."

She huffs in disbelief, but before she manages to say something back, I quickly cut her off and start packing up my things. I stand up and smile, „It's okay, I'm already gone. I don't want to disturb your writing any further." I pick up my bag and start walking away, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that I've managed to get under her skin.

The day continues painfully slow but finally I was in my last period. My eyes are half closed as I sit in the back row, my head resting on the desk. The classroom is almost empty, with only a few other students present. Suddenly, the door opens and Mr. Miller enters the room, besides him, the sassy girl from before. She glances at me, before taking a seat in the first row. Oh great, she's a teacher's pet, I think to myself.

He looks around the class taking attendance and his eyes land on me. He raises an eyebrow and clears his throat. My heart sinks as he calls me up to the front of the class to introduce myself. I can feel all eyes on me as I stand up and make my way to the front, trying to act nonchalant. As I stand in front of the class, Mr. Miller prompts me to share something about myself and my favorite book genre. I wrack my brain, trying to think of something to say.

„Umm so, my name is Y/n and I'm 17 years old. My favorite genre is probably mystery or psychological thrillers," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. I glance around the room and notice that most of the students aren't even paying attention to me. But I can feel the girl's glance boring into me from the front row. Shortly after, I can luckily return to my place.

As Mr. Miller starts to explain something about different writing styles, I can't help but let my mind wander. I absentmindedly doodle into my sketchbook, lost in my own thoughts. Suddenly, I hear him call out a name and I snap out of my daydreaming. „Cairo, can you come up to the front and share your writing with us?" Then the girl from earlier heads to the front with a book in her hands. So that's her name, Cairo.

Despite my earlier experience with Cairo and her less than pleasant attitude, I can't help but be impressed by her writing. She has a way with words that's both captivating and engaging. As she finishes reading her essay, I take a moment to glance over at her, unable to deny that she is incredibly beautiful. But as she struts back to her seat, her superior attitude still showing, I snap out of it and go back to drawing, determined not to give her any more attention.

Two weeks have passed and I've stuck to my plan of ignoring Cairo whenever she's upfront sharing her stuff. I make a point of keeping my attention focused on my sketchbook or anything else but her. I can see it bothers her, but I'm still surprised as she approaches me with a quick pace, after the last period. I can feel her irritation and anger as she starts to speak. „What the fuck is your problem, huh? You're always paying attention when others are sharing their work, but when it's my turn, your disinterest couldn't be more obvious. It's rude and childish."