Song choice: You Give Love A Bad Name-Bon Jovi
Imagine: Dean standing up for you after a bully pushes you down, but you end up beating the bully's ass anyways xD
It was a normal day, you gathered your stuff from your locker and headed down the halls, nodding to a few people and smiling to others. Nobody really noticed your friendliness though as you were invisible to everyone. Normally being the new kid would gain you lots of attention, but this time it didn't. And you were thankful for that. Until you realized that the quiet ones got bullied.
You were then pushed to the ground by a huge force making you drop your stuff out of shock. It scattered across your floor and your jaw locked. You were not going to let whoever this is get away with it. You swiftly stood up and turned around, your hands balled in tight fists at your side. When you saw a boy smirking, you were just about to punch him before someone stepped in.
"Dude, that's not cool." A voice said from a boy wearing a leather jacket too big for him. You completely disregarded him and gathered your stuff from the ground, still pissed off.
"Why? I was just messing around. Right new girl?" The boy sneered, his face twisting in a demented way. You finally had enough and set your stuff carefully on the ground. With a swift motion you were in front of him, smiling. He looked confused, and that was when you threw your fist into his nose.
A crack sounded and he went down, out cold. You cracked your knuckles and smirked, picking your stuff up from the ground. You looked around at the shocked students around you and raised an eyebrow. Turning back to the boy you shrugged. "I could've done better." You spoke before strutting off.
"That was awesome." A voice said from beside you. You glanced over at the boy, only to do a double take as you saw his eyes. His eyes were a bright forest green, holding secrets beneath them. "How did you learn to punch like that?" He questioned you, keeping pace easily with your speed walking.
"My dad taught me a while ago." You shrugged and continued walking. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him slip a piece of paper into your hand. You stopped and stared at him, confused. He just winked and put his hands into his pockets of his too big leather jacket, walking off.
You pulled the paper through your finger tips with burning curiosity only to see a number.
(402)***-***
call me sweetheart,
Dean
You smirked and rolled your eyes, tucking the piece of parchment into the pocket of your worn, black, leather jacket.
Maybe you would call him.
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As you should probably know, I didn't know his number so I just replaced it with stars. I hope you understand. I'm not really proud of this one either, but it can work I guess.
stay thirsty my friends,
noelle
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Supernatural Imagines
Fiksi Penggemar(completed) just some random supernatural imagines and preferences that I decided to write. (the first few imagines are really crappy but I swear they get better) {characters are not mine}
