Sawyer Imagines

Wet 'n Wild (Part 1)

Murmurs spread throughout the high school, the varsity football team showing off their leather men's jackets making it obvious about winning the championship 2 nights ago, some nerd getting his algebra books pushed out of his arms; but you sit there on one of the stone tables outside focused on your American History notes for the huge test of the semester, lacking studying which you had the whole week to do. You try not to notice the boy standing against a pole, girls surrounding him every so often. Everyday after school you would find him playing his guitar smiling at everyone who walked by. He had long hair that reached past his shoulders, he wore a derby (sometimes a different color depending on the outfit), jeans, a jean button down shirt with a grey vest over top, and dress shoes. Before High School he lived in Fultonville, New York and was homeschooled. As soon as he walked through the doors the chatter began. Little did you know, the girl in the corner of the hallway blushing and hiding a smile behind the many textbooks was you. Trying not to make it obvious you were avoiding him, you began to stare. The way you looked at him you were surprised you weren't even drooling. You hardly notice due to the daydream you were in the middle of but he catches you staring and smiles waving a little. Your eyes go wide and you jolt up, burying your face into your notes. You dared not to look up, or even glance over at him worrying that he was going to walk over and say something to you so instead you straighten up and act like nothing happened. "Ooh looks like someone has a crush on farm boy." You gasp and turn your whole body realizing it was your best friend. "Shut up." you hiss slapping her shoulder. "Sorry I'm late, I had to hit the caffé." she says sitting down beside you taking a sip of her Starbucks. "Pff let me guess you didn't study either?" you ask flipping the page. She completely ignores your question and jumps onto another topic. "So what's with you and farm boy? You seem to have something for each other." You laugh, "You've got to be kidding me." "Mm..so I'm either hallucinating or I just saw that stare down between you two." You look over at her and give her a look. Regardless, she went on. "What's next? Being paired up as lab partners? Or making amends in the Janitor's closet? Hello (y/n), hello Sawyer." she teased leaning in a little. "Oh my god that's enough!" You say angrily slamming the notebook shut. But deep down that name gave you butterflies and you were dying to get the chance to talk to him. Just then the bell rang for first period: rrriiinnnggg! "Well, there's the bell." announced your friend tossing her cup into the trashcan barely making it. You start walking without her before she cracked any more jokes, but it was useless. As soon as you walked past Sawyer she sneaks up behind you and trips you, right in front of him. "Whoa-" you say before hitting the ground. "Oops!" she smirks running off. You go to pick up the book you're in the middle of reading until a hand touches yours. You look up, unable to catch your breath when you see who it is. "Hi." says Sawyer with a small laugh. "H-hi." you respond smiling like an idiot. "Let me help you." he offers bending down. He gathers up all of the papers while you gather up the textbooks. He notices the book you're reading and picks it up as well. "Game of Thrones, my favorite." he says with a wink. "Wow." you say under your breath. He laughs some more. Damn he's so cute. He helps you up and looks into your eyes, you do the same. "Anyways my name is Sawyer Fredericks." "I know!" you say beaming. He gives you a sideways look, gesturing his eyebrows in confusion. "Oh I'm sorry, I mean..uh..I'm (y/n)." "No, you're fine. You're not the only girl who can't get enough of me." he says pursing his lips looking down at you. You turn tomato red and put some of your hair behind your ear. There was a silence. You clear your throat, "Well I better get going, I'm going to be late for French." "Oh, right. Well it was nice meeting you." He holds out his hand for you to shake. Once you did you couldn't stop. You pull your hand back quickly and start walking to class. "Uh..bye." you say embarrassed. "Au revoir." he says. You stop and look back, he does the army salute and walks the opposite direction.

After about a week and a half, you and Sawyer had grown closer. On a regular basis you tolerated each other but that was the fun part. The thing was, he was such a gentleman towards you. He helped you study for exams, he carried your lunch tray up when you were finished eating, and he walked you to your classes even if he was late to his own. Most of the time you couldn't stand how adorable he was, especially his laugh and his smile, his dark blue eyes twinkling as he looked into yours made things so much easier. But since Sawyer was so nice to everyone, he was also very forgiving. Sometimes that was a bad thing. A couple days after Sawyer had moved into the school, a group of ignorant seniors had discovered him. Every other day there would be a new situation; even if it was them talking him into drugs. Today it was mildly worse though. While you and your best friend were waiting for the bell to ring, Sawyer was sitting outside the cafeteria working on a new song. He was biting his left thumbnail while he wrote with his other hand. You were standing about 20 feet away from him, both with your arms crossed. "Girl, you need to make a move." said your friend with a sigh. "Seriously? No way! We just now have this special bond and I'm not going to ruin it." you whisper turning to face her. "Technically you've been having it..but I guess it's no big deal." she says yawning. You bite your lip and look around the loud, crowded hallways. You notice the group of seniors walking towards Sawyer and you start to panic. "We have to do something, now!" you say tugging her arm. "(y/n), what the-" asks your friend noticing them too. "Oh, that's new." she says. You run over to Sawyer but its too late, they were already in front of him. "Hmm what's this?" one of them asks snatching the paper and reading it. Sawyer stands up and reaches for it but they pull it back. "Just hand it over.." Sawyer struggled to say. They didn't listen; instead they snicker and read the paper aloud. All of a sudden, your friend kicks one of them in the nuts and punches another in the nose. They fall to the floor in pain. You grab the paper and Sawyer's hand without hesitating and run out the school doors. You stop behind a corner and look back making sure none of them followed you two. You turn to Sawyer and hand him the half wrinkled paper. "I'm sorry, h-here." you say out of breath. He takes the paper and stuffs it into his back pocket. You glance up at him before putting your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. He puts a hand on your right shoulder, "Are you okay?" he asks worridly. "Yeah I'm fine." you answer standing back up. "Are you okay?" you ask smiling a little. "Yeah." he answers reassuringly. "Thanks for standing up for me. Your friend too..wait isn't she the one who pushed you last week?" He asked so many questions but you didn't mind. "You're welcome, anytime. And yeah but she's like that sometimes." you say now smiling bigger. You look at each other once more and laugh. "Well, I should get to class. Thanks again!" he says walking towards another entryway. "Wait." you say stopping him. He turns and raises his eyebrows. "You should come over to my house after school, we can study together, it'll be fun." you offer turning bright red. "Yeah, definitely." says Sawyer shyly. "Okay, bye." you say quietly walking away. You could still see him smiling.

   Later that day, you and Sawyer walk down the sidewalk on your street. You two don't say much, instead you enjoy the cool breeze and nice weather. Sawyer sighs contently, "You know, the outdoors is like my second family." You can't help but laugh, "What's that supposed to mean?" you ask. He looks at you and smiles, "It means damn I'm loving this weather." You nudge him, "Hey you didn't tell me you cussed!" He laughs, "I do at times, do you?" he asks suspiciously. "Sometimes. My mom doesn't allow it under our roof though." you say. "Neither does mine." he adds in. You finally make it to your house and try to decide which door to go in. "Let's go in the side door." you say leading him to it. You pull out your keys from your bag and unlock the door. You let him in first. You close the door behind you and hang the keys on a hook beside it. You notice Sawyer looking around and smile putting your hands in your pockets. "You have a lovely home." he compliments. "Thank you." you respond, proud of yourself that you cleaned up a bit. "So..do you want to get started?" you ask breaking the silence. "Sure, yeah." he says stretching. You look up and down at his body. You then look at the time. "Okay, Well you can put your stuff down there," You point at the table, "and I'll get us something to drink. What would you like?" you ask. "Umm..water please." he answers. "Okay I will go get that, you can just have a seat and get out whatever you need." you smile, he does the same. You walk to the kitchen and open the cupboard getting a cup. You nearly run to the refrigerator and open the door. You take deep breaths and say a small pep talk, "Come on (y/n) pull it together, don't make a fool out of yourself. You can do this." You eventually get out the jug of water and pour 2 glasses. You enter the dining room to find Sawyer flipping through a science textbook. You get his attention, "I'm back! Here is your water, and let's get started." you say enthusiastically setting the glass down in front of him.
     You and Sawyer were a little over an hour in your study session when he broke your concentration. "Hey can I ask you something?" he asks quietly as possible. You stop writing immediately, "Yeah, anything. You don't have to whisper by the way." you say giving full attention. "Do you mind if I get a shower? I hope that's not awkward or anything.." he says drifting off a little. "Oh, no you can, you're fine." you say relieved it wasn't anything about you. "Okay thanks." he says laughing. "I'll go get you some towels and a washcloth, I can show you where the bathroom is." you say getting up. He gets up as well. "Follow me." you say jogging up the steps. You walk down the long hallway to the linen closet. You open it up and spot 2 clean towels. "Here, oh and the bathroom is straight down the hall and to the left." you say handing him the towels. "Thank you, I'll be out in a 'lil bit." he said smiling. You nod, he walks toward the bathroom while you walk back downstairs. You enter the kitchen and do a dance, happy that everything's going well. Just then you hear a car door shut, you completely freeze. You peek outside the window, your mom's home. "Oh god." you say. You grab his bookbag and throw it in a cupboard under the sink knocking things over. You run upstairs and into the bathroom. "Sawyer!" you yell over the slashing water. He peeks his head out of the curtain. "Yeah?" he asks with a confused look. "My mom's here!" you say now whispering. "And?" he asks. "She doesn't know you're-" Suddenly someone knocks on the door, "(y/n), you in here?" You motion to Sawyer to get back in the shower, "Uh, Yeah mom I'm in the shower!" you yell. The door knob starts to turn. Having no choice you jump in the shower through the back. Sawyer turns to you about to say something but you put your hand to his mouth. He gives you the are you crazy look. "Sorry I forgot my phone charger, I was halfway to work in traffic when I realized." You continue to look up at the ceiling, "Okay I can't really talk right now mom I'm getting soap in my mouth." you say. You can feel Sawyer smiling trying not to laugh; you bite your lip. "Okay, see you later." says your mom closing the door. You let your arm drop and sigh in relief. Sawyer turns around. You look down "accidentally" looking and blush. He turns back around and looks down at you. You look up at him, "Wanna share a towel too?" he asks smiling.

The End