R5 Preferences And Imagines

You Guys Don't Like Each Other But He Secretly Loves You Pt. 2

Here is the second half! Enjoy guys! Note: I am not doing Ryland this time, I am so sorry! I wanted to, but it is really hard to come up with long senarios for 5 different people. So it is just going to be Rocky and Ell. But, I will add Ry back in later though! Please don't kill me! This is the only time he won't be in it :).

Rocky:

You walked into class, ready to be bored out of your mind. You hated school and it was like your living hell. You weren't bullied, but you weren't loved either. Plopping in your usual seat near the back, you drop your books on your desk, not wanting to carry them anymore. You heard snickering behind you and groaned. Whipping around you gave Rocky Lunch the worst glare that you had. He just smirked back at you, causing your eyes to roll. Rocky hated you. He was the school "bad boy" and everyone steered clear of him. He had a special soft spot left for annoying you. He would always throw paper at your back and follow you around, continuously poking you and so much more. He sat directly behind you, which really annoyed you. You couldn't wait until seating arrangements changed. But, for some weird reason, you always got butterflies when looking at him, and nervous when he would talk to you. It disgusted you how yo fell under his spell so easily. Your teacher walked in just as the bell rang and adjusted her glasses on her face, looking calmly around the classroom. "Let's get right to business!" she said, pulling out a list. "For your projects, you know I assign your partners, right?" We all groaned as an answer. Clearing her throat, she started reading off names. "Tommy and Maddie, Cecelia and Ben, Rocky and Y/N..."

NO.

You could hear Rocky's friends snickering behind you, a few of them wolf whistling. No, this can't be happening. "Uh, there must be some mistake." You say, starting to freak out. The teacher shook her head, smiling evilly at you. You swear she hates you. Class goes by and you pack up, walking out of the classroom first thing. Walking up to Rocky, you immediately start talking. "Okay, so we both know that yo don't want to do this assignment. Why don't you let me do it and you can put your name on it at the end. That will make things easier for us." you say, crossing your arms. Rocky stares at you. "Well, what if I want to help?" he said, his signature smirk playing on his face. You roll your eyes. "Fine. Wanna work this weekend?" "Nah." he replied. "After school, come to my house." he said, winking and shoving a piece of paper into your hands with his address before walking away as the bell rang. You groaned again. Noooooo this day could not get any worse.

After school, you look at the address and begin the short walk to his house. Arriving, you were surprised. His house was not how you imagined it. Knocking, Rocky answered the door. "Hey short stuff.'' he said, smirking. You just rolled your eye's pushing past him. He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the kitchen, introducing you to his mom and one of his brothers, Ross, whom you had seen around school a few times, him being a year younger than you. Rocky then led you upstairs to what seemed to be his room. Dropping your backpack on the floor, you were surprised to see that his room was actually quite clean. You pull out your books and get ready to start, when Rocky grabs your books and closes them. "What are you doing?" you ask. He shrugged. "Why are you studying?" he asked. Wow. Is he really that dumb? "Uh... Were gonna work on the project, right?" you say, completely confused. His shoulders fell. "Oh," he said, leaning against his bed. "What did yo think we were gonna do?!" you ask, getting a bit angry. "Well, I thought we were gonna hang out! You know?" he said, surprising you. "Why would I want to hang out with someone like you?!" you say back, your voice rising. "Someone like me??" he said. "Someone who hated my guts!!!" you reply, yelling slightly. "Well, maybe I wouldn't hate you if you weren't so damn pretty!" he said, falling back on his bed, covering his face with his hands and groaning. You freeze. "You - you like me?'' you ask, totally forgetting about your anger. "Yes I do." Rocky replied, sitting up. "I was always mean to you because I didn't know any other way to talk to you. You sat by Rocky. "Thanks..." you whisper, looking at your hands. "Hey..." said Rocky, swallowing. "Can we uh... start over? I feel absolutely horrible." You look at him smiling. "Sure, I would love that Rocky."