Will Poulter Imagines

He Gets In A Fight For You (Will's POV)

Will's Point Of View.

I continued to chew on the already, no show eraser of the pencil I've had since the beginning of, well, today, as I continued to over hear the two idiots conversation behind me.
There names were Lane and Brandon, they were previously talking about the football game of the team they probably don't even know squat about because they're just trying to sound cool.
"Okay, like I was saying, Newton had this law, and it was the first law of Newtons.."
That's when our biology teacher stopped talking as he looked at the door.
All of our gazes looked at the door too and that's when the teacher opened it, revealing a slightly anxious looking (Y/N). She always told me she got embarrased when she would be late to a class and how the kids always had there attention on her when she came in.
I looked down at my un-done paper to make sure she understands that I will not look at her if she doesn't want to be looked at, but at that moment, I couldn't help but to stare at the shoes on her feet.
She had on some cute shoes, they were black high heels with a belt looking thing that was put on them. Its hard to explain.
That's when my eyes trailed up to her outfit, she looked great today.
I'm not saying I don't love her usual skinny jeans, converse and black shirts (sometimes colorful shirts.)
That wasn't the deal here, all I was saying was that she looked great, I just wanted to know why.
She catches my stare and I look back down at my paper, trying to smile at her to make it seem like I was listening to what her and Mr. Simon were saying, but I knew she knew what I was really doing.
She closes the door behind her and sits across the room like normal, ever since Mr. Simon got all pissed off at us for "talking to much" so he gave us all assigned seats.
Her eyes meet mine once again and I sit back in my chair with some confidence and I smile at her.
She smiles back and Mr. Simon goes back to the Newton's Law talk.
"She looks really hot today." I suddenly hear Brandon say.
"She does. I've literally never saw her look more attractive." Lane agreed.
It honestly took me so much muscle to not turn around and punch them in the face for talking about my friend.
God, it hurts me so much to call her that.
"It looks really nice against her body dude, I'm getting really heated over here." Lane says.
"Okay, literally no guy says that, but I might have to agree with you." Brandon says as he yawns.
"Honestly, the things I would do to her right about..."
As soon as he said that, the bell rung.
I jumped up out of my seat with a few things on my mind, like how I'm going to kick there ass at some point today.
I walk over to (Y/N) whose up and picking up her books from the side of the desk.
"Hey Will." She says, but I pay no mind to say anything back, instead, I watch the two idiots like a Hawk.
I knew the game they were playing, I'm a guy, I play that game.
They were waiting for her to walk out of the room so they could walk behind her and check her out, and let me tell you, that's not happening.
"Are you okay?" She asks me.
I look at her, give her an assuring smile and say, "of course."
Then I add a, "how are you today and why do you look like that?"
She begins to walk and I walk stealthily behind her so they can't get a good view.
"I'm good and, when you say 'that' is it a bad one?" She asks as she looks at me from behind.

I could not express to you how awkward I felt at that moment.
"No, its not, you look great, honestly, its just, you.. um, you never dress up so.... what's the occasion?" I ask.
"Well, since you asked." She began.
"Well wait, why are you behind me, get beside me."
I shake my head and laugh.
"I don't want to." I say clearly.
"Why?" She asks as she stops and gets beside me.
I look behind us and there they are looking.
If only I knew how to gouge eyes out of their heads, honestly, I might just take a class on just that.
"How about you guys stop looking at her like that?" I ask them.
They look at me and laugh a little.
"Calm down, everyone does it." Brandon says.
I stop and (Y/N) does too after a while.
"You can go to class, I'll meet up with you." I say to (Y/N) as nicely and un-suspecting as possible.
She looks at me and then them and stifles a, "okay" before walking away.
"What- what is she, your slave?" Lane asks as he walks up to me and shoves me.
"What are you, a worthless pervert who is too dumb to realize that she's taken?" I ask as I shove him with more force. "Okay, how about we just not do this in the middle of..." Brandon began, but Lane cut him off.
"No," Lane says as he stops Brandon with his hand.
"Its okay, lets see how far this goes."
I laugh to my side and then swing with all of my might into the first punch.
It completely shocks the both of them, mostly Lane as the punch's force knocks him to the ground.
Beat that Isaac Newton, explain that force.
I jump on top of him and punch him until he screams bloody murder, or until the school counciler swings by by chance and pulls me away from him.
"Woah, woah, what are you guys doing?" He asks us, mainly looking at me.
Lane sits up and slides his hand across the bottom of his nose, only to sooner or later be drenched in his own blood.
"He was going to kill me!" He shouts.
"But I didn't!" I yell.
"Not yet anyways."
With that, I struggle to get out of Mr. Magees grasp but I couldn't.
Realization finally hit me and I saw the people that crowded around us, including (Y/N).
I was so disappointed in myseld that she saw that.
Now she probably thinks I'm a monster, she hasn't even seen what I had in store for Brandon though.
I walked all the way to the office with Mr. Magee and I sat there in a room, watching through the open door as the occasional student went to do who knows what in the hallways.
I hear the third period bell ring as I yawn and cross my arms over my chest, making me close my eyes and put my head against the wall behind me.
I hear the door of the office open and I hear footsteps until they stop in front of me.
"Will." (Y/N) says.
I feel a presence beside me and I open my eyes looking over at her slowly.
"Are you okay?" She asks as she scans over me with her (YOUR EYE COLOR) eyes.
"I'm fine." I say as I close my eyes again only to ignore her stares.
"You're so stupid!" She says suddenly.
I shoot my eyes open and uncross my arms.
"You're kidding me right? You're kidding me. No, you're stupid for wearing that outfit knowing that guys will give you there full on attention." I say in a yell whisper because the office women were watching us.
"I don't get guys staring at me! Just stop! Why did you even fight him in the first place Will, is that why, because he said something about me or something?" She asks.
I swear, if she wasn't so clueless about how many guys actually check her out daily, I would go crazy on her too.
I stand up and walk around the small room I'm in and I close the door, making (Y/N) widen her eyes.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
"I need to tell you something." I say.
I really did need to tell her something.
"They were behind me in class talking about you, the sexual comments they would have said if the bell hadn't rung, oh god I swear to you, I would have killed them. And Lane wouldn't be in the condition he is in now, he'd be in way worse. Better yet, his stupid friend would be the same way." I say in a quick breath.
She sat there speechless as she stared at the ground and nothing but the ground.
"That doesn't mean you can fight them. I don't see the big deal here." She says, making me run over my hair with both of my hands.
"The deal here is that I like you! Don't you see this. I care so much for you that I would have killed them, but I didn't, I should have, but I didn't." I say. My breathing pattern increases as I watch her reaction to my sudden outburst of feelings.
She looks at the ground and then rises her eyes up to meet mine.
"Really?" She asks.
I shrug my shoulders and give her a questioning look.
"Really, as in I would have really killed them or really, as in, I really like you?" I ask.
She laughs and says, "the obvious one."
I knew I was stalling and I knew which one she meant, but nothing made me want to kiss her more than I do now.
I exhale a breath I've been saving for this moment and I look directly at her.
"Yeah." I say in a cool tone that even I found unusual.
I expected something shy, but that was uncalled for.
She smiles and its the biggest smile I've ever seen on her face.
"I like you too." She says.
That made me so happy, but I kept it on the inside.
That's what normal guys do, right?
I smile so she knows I heard her and I walk over and hug her.
"You're not mad at me?" I ask.
She laughs and I let go of her frame.
"No, but I'm pretty sure Lane is." She says.
I stifle a 'pfff' and a real but small laugh.
"Who cares." I say.
"I have something he can't."
She looks at me and smiles.
"And what's that, a good punch or a girlfriend?"
I smile and she does too.
"The obvious one."

A/N
Honestly thought about this at like 10:00 at night.
I'm proud of it.
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