The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines

Omar Imagine for Jessica

A/N okay I just wanna say that I'm really sorry to Jessica that this took me so long. I'm terrible I know.

I'm standing at my locker, putting away my books from my previous class just before lunch. Along with some food, I also grab my math books to give last nights homework one more attempt. As I close the large metal for of my locker, a hand covers each of my eyes.

"Guess who?" The swedish accent questions, making me laugh.

"Omar, I'm not stupid." He laughs his adorable laugh.

"You got it babe." He says as he drapes an arm around my shoulders and we walk to find a cafeteria table. When we are seated, I don't hesitate to immediately open up my textbook Putin my head in my hands as I had the night before.

"Jessica, what's wrong?" Omar questions, placing his warm hand on my shoulder.

"Nothing," I pause taking a breath, "it's just, I don't get any of this shit and I have a test soon and-" Omar cuts me off by kissing me gently on the lips.

"Listen," he says still holding my head in his hands, "you need to calm down. I can help you I've done this before." He says, studying the numbers in the book. "Okay?"

I nod my head, calming down a bit before Omar steals the pencil from my hand and begins explaining the procedure of each question.

"Better?" He asks after I finish a question.

"Better." I confirm, nodding my head as Omar pulls me towards him and kissing my temple. The bell rings and Omar walks me to my locker, as per usual. Before he heads to his he kisses me on the lips.

"Go kick ass on that text babe." He says, winking before turning around and walking away. Leaving me in a blush.