Patrick Stump Imagines

A Good Student, If You Ask Me

• Patrick's POV •

It's yet again another boring day at work, teaching some kids that obviously weren't so fund of my teaching, and standing there, saying what the hell was on my mind.

I sat down on the desk frustratedly as the whole class seemed to snap out of their boredom and concentrate on me. "What do you want? You're not interested anyway."

They all whispered to one another, probably judging me, but one girl, the girl of which I consider my favorite pupil without her noticing, stood up and smiled. "I don't find you boring, Professor Stumph. You're actually pretty kind if you ask me."

The whole class chorused a handful of boos and hisses, but regardless of the harsh reactions, I smiled at the young lady. She was also one of the achievers in my class, which made me like her more.

Truth is, I like her more than a pupil. A crush, maybe. But I know I wasn't supposed to. That was illegal and we could both get kicked out, but the feelings were already there. What else could I do?

"Thank you, (Y/N). At least you find me interesting."

She shot a delightful smile at me them sat down on her chair, with all of her friends giving her creepy smiles. That wasn't new-in fact, every time I call her to recite or to answer a question, they'd stare at her like that.

After some time, the bell rang and they went out along with me. My class was before lunch, so I had a chance to go with the wave of students that were always crowding when that stupid bell rang.

I packed up my stuff, but was interrupted by a girl standing in front of me which turned out to be (Y/N). I shot her a smile as if she didn't scare me. "Why are you still here? Your friends are going to leave you."

"I know, professor." She sighed and shyly rummaged through her mini-bag that she always brought with her. A mini electric guitar keychain was hanging on her pinky the time she pulled away, and shot me a smile. "I got you this. I hope you like it."

I smiled at the gift, but at the same time, at the thought. "Thank you, (Y/N). You're the kindest student I've ever taught music to."

"It's no trouble, professor. Besides, you're my favorite teacher. I'd no doubt do anything you told me to academically."

I motioned for her to come closer to me, and she leaned to from my desk. My lips made contact with hers, making me blush and so did her. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I had to let that out. I hope you're not mad."

She smiled like a little kid who got candy. "I have been waiting forever for you to for you to do that."

I raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. "I thought you didn't believe in forever?"

"I do, now that it happened."