nick robinson imagines

project

You and Nick were put together for a school project and he suggests that you two go to his house to work on it. What you dont know is that he has feelings for you.

I pulled up to Nick's house. I got out of my car, carrying in my hand my school binder, and my phone.

I knocked on the door and heard Nick's voice shout "come in" from behind the door. I opened up the door to see Nick sitting on his couch.

"Hey!" He said as he got up from the couch and winked at me.

"Uh, hey." I said, "where should we work?"

"Wow, gettin' straight to the work, huh?" He said to me as he smirked.

"Well, this project is worth about 50 percent of our grade. Should we work here?" I said.

"Uh, no, how about we go up to my room?" He said smirking and licking his lips.

"You're funny, Robinson" I said to him.

"Robinson.. I like it." He said.

Was he flirting with me? No.. A jock like him wouldn't go after someone like me.

As we got up to Nick's room, we both say on his bed and started working on our project.

As I was focusing and writing notes, I couldn't help but see from the corner of my eye that Nick was staring at me.

I decided to think nothing of it, but after a while I got really uncomfortable. It felt.. Weird.

I looked at him and then he quickly turned away.

"Uh.. Nick?" I said.

"Yes?" He said.

"Why, uh, why are you staring at me?" I asked him.

His face turned red. "Me? What, no.. Uh.. Okay, it's just, you're- you're really pretty." He said, stuttering.

I blushed. "Oh, thanks." I started, "but I'm sure you say that to every girl."

He laughed. "So, what, you think that just because I'm a football player and that I'm popular, that I'm a fuckboy?" He asked me. I didn't answer.

"I'm not like that, (y/n)" he said. "A lot of my friends are, but my father taught me to treat women with respect. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was like that to girls."

"Oh.." I said. He seemed like he really meant it.

"Listen, I have to tell you something." He said.

"Um, what is it?" I asked him.

"I kind of asked our teacher if I could be partners with you." He said. I was disgusted.

I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, really? You're just like everybody else. Of course you asked her if we could be together. So I could do all the work and you could get all the credit and the good grades. Why am I not surprised!" I exclaimed.

He laughed. "No, no, (y/n).. That's not why."

"It- it isn't?" I said, surprised.

"Uh, no.. I kind of, I mean, I might like you a bit."

"W-what?" I said. I was shocked

"Um, yeah.. Ever since the start of the year when we were in the same class together." He told me.

"What? How could a guy like you go for a girl like me? I mean, you're so attractive and I'm so-"

I was rambling on until Nick cut me off and pulled me in for a kiss. And God, did it feel good.

"That was a really nice way of telling me to shut up." I said, blushing.

I looked on my phone to see a text from my mom, telling me she was here. Fuck. I really wanted to stay.

"Uh- I, I have to go, my moms here." I said to Nick.

"Why don't you stay?" He started, smirking at me. "I mean, I could drive you home later."

"Uh, okay." I said to him.

I texted my mom telling her we still had to work on our project, and that I would be home later.

I put down my phone and Nick smirked at me as I noticed he had already taken off his shirt.

OKAY WOW SHITTY WRITING WOO!! I promise I'm working on other imagines that are way better than these, I've just been really busy with school and I've been really stressed out I'm sorry :( if you guys want to request imagines that would give me a lot more inspiration for writing.

Xo Emma