Dylan Obrien Imagine

Dylan Obrien Imagine #14

I stood in front of the class, legs shaking, palms sweating. I was never good with class speeches ecspecially when the one person I hated was in my class. Dylan Obrien, schools "bad boy" or whatever you wanted to call him. He had all the girls running after him, except me of course, I mean yeah he was amazingly gorgeous, those eyes, and that gorgeous smile, and don't forget his rock hard body. He knew I didn't want him and it pissed him off, the cocky bastard, so now he makes my life a living misery.
"You right up there y/n? You look a bit sick." He calls from the back of class, and the whole class laughs with him.
"Silence! Y/n start now." The teacher says.
I begin my speech, stuttering and messing up most of it. When it is finally finished, the class claps but Dylan stares at me with an intense glare. My cheeks blush under his stare and I quickly stumble back to my desk. As the bell rings I grab my things, shoving them into my bag as fast as possible to get out of here without Dylan saying anything.
I race out of the class and head to my locker, the hallways completely empty.  I sigh with relief when I turn around to see no one behind me. But as I turn back to my locker I scream, dropping my books as I see Dylan leaning up against my the locker beside mine.
"Shocked to see me?" He smirks.
"Go away, seriously." I say.
"Oh y/n, do you really think I believe this act? I know you want me." He says, trailing his hand up my arm.
"You're sick, I would never want you!" I shout, hitting his arm.
"You sure about that?" He says, pushing me up against my locker, holding my wrists up behind me. His head comes closer to me and I feel his hot breathe trailing down my neck.
"You sure you don't want this?" He whispers, placing small kisses on my neck.
"No." I say, my breathing hitching.
He lets go, laughing.
"You need to try harder love, I'm not buying it." He says, walking away.
I walk after him, grabbing his shoulder to spin him around and raise my hand, aiming for his cheek.
His eyes widen and he grabs my hand before it reaches his face. He pushed me back into an open janitors closet and the door slams shut as he slams me against the wall. We stare at each other, huffing angrily and suddenly his lips are on mine, moving hard.
"Kiss me y/n." He pants desperately.
My lips start to move causing him to moan. I part my lips allowing his tongue entrance and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up so that my thighs wrapped around his hard torso. My hands wrapped in his hair and I pull as he traces kisses along my collar bone. Suddenly there is a noise from the door and he drops me and we both fix up our hair as the school janitor walks in.
"What are you don't in here? Out now!" He shouts and we quickly walk out.
"You see you still don't want me?" He winks, leaving me standing there flustered.