nash grier imagines ♔

Cold Hearted (pt. 1/2)

Requested by: @ashlieeeee_

[A/N: This book is written in a fictional character's point of veiw, so technically, this wouldn't really be an imagine, but you should read it! :D I think you guys will love it! Just remember that none of these names were intended to be anyone's reading this, so any names that may be yours or similar to yours, I promise it's all coincidental. Enjoy reading!]

I blasted 5sos out of my speakers as I danced around on my bedroom floor.

It was always fun to have a jam session. Especially on school nights.

"SHE SAID TO ME, 'FORGET WHAT YOU THOUGHT, CUZ GOOD GIRLS ARE BAD GIRLS THAT HAVEN'T BEEN CAUGHT'," I yelled energetically as I played an invisible guitar with my fingers.

My parent's weren't home very often, so I did get a lot of time to myself. I'd do things that would be considered despicable to them, and they'd often punish me for that. That probably explains why I'm the way I am.

"Cold Hearted Ashley" is what everyone calls me at my school. I tend to be very blunt, and people often think that I am oblivious when it comes to being rude to people. They say it's like my "natural personality", and "it's so natural, that I am unaware that I've hurt someone".

I just shrug them off honestly. It runs in the Campbell family.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my window.

I turned down "Amnesia", that had just came on after the previous song. I walked over to my large window and pushed back the curtain to reveal one of my closest friends, Nash.

He was dressed in a very attractive outfit, his hair all loose and scraggly, and he was smiling ear-to-ear.

I rolled my eyes and mouthed, "What do you want?" through the window.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged, blinding me with his usual smile.

"Can I come in?" I heard him say.

I groaned as I unlocked the window and lifted it up.

"What do you want?" I repeated myself again, leaning outside towards him.

"I just wanted to... Can you let me in first?" he changed the subject.

I took a step back from the window, giving him enough space to climb in. When he did, he hid something behind his back and shined me another bright smile.

"Nash," I sighed "what the hell is that?"

"Gosh, could you stop asking so many questions for a moment?"

I silenced myself and held back a smile. I kinda liked it when Nash stood up to me. Not many people were brave enough to do that.

"Now hop on one foot," he ordered.

I shot him a quizzed look and dropped my hands to my sides in pure laziness. I wasn't born a bunny, so I wasn't going to hop like one.

"No." I replied sternly.

"Well, I guess I can't give you what I came to give you, then," he shrugged, slowly backing away.

I let out a long sigh and hopped on one foot as ordered.

"Now spin around five times," he giggled.

I did so, feeling slightly dizzy by the end of my second spin. Now I looked at him, trying to keep my eyes from crossing.

As he stood there, he gazed at me for a few seconds. His blue eyes were locked onto me, and he wore a foolish half-smile that a guy would wear if he walked into a girls' lockeroom.