Dylan O'Brien Imagines

He's Hot// Stuart

You were at the new internship with your best friend, Amy.

She was supporting you in your new dream of being a tech wiz.

She shoved a Noogler hat onto your head, handing you your badge.

"Alright, you're not quitting this. You're gonna walk in there and you're gonna show all them low life tech losers that you can be hot and have a brain." Amy said, slapping your butt and pushing you into the room.

She let you go in first, watching as you smiled as everyone. Multiple guys checked you out, and you liked it, until you laid eyes on him.

You tripped over your feet, falling to the side. You quickly regained yourself, Amy pulling you up.

"Damn, look at that piece of meat." Amy said as you elbowed her in the rids.

"That's why you tripped? That?" she chuckles. "Okay, okay, I would trip over that too."

You went down to the bottom of the bleachers and sat in front of him.

"He's hot." You whispered to Amy.

You turned over your shoulder, smiling at him.

"I love his glasses." You smiled.

"I wanna sit on his face." Amy said as you elbowed her in the ribs again.

"You two realize that I can hear everything you're saying." His voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh my god." You slapped yourself in the forehead.

He leaned forward, his chin touching your shoulder.

"I kind of enjoyed it."

"Okay, yep, alright, c'mon," you stood up, grabbing his hand. "We're leaving."