Magcon Imagines

Cute Aaron Carpenter Imagine

You sighed, walking through the corridor hurriedly. You kept your head down as you rushed past everyone to get to your locker unseen.

It had become a habit that you were bullied during school. You had no clue why everyone hated you, but they did. It had been like that ever since you started this school. You didn't fit in. You were 'weird', a 'freak'. You were counted as a fat, ugly outcast. No one cared about you and you were just alone.

It sucked never having someone to sit with at lunch or get told off for chatting with in class. Someone to have stay over on a Friday night and just eat pizza and laugh and cry over boys. To take selfies with and mess around with. Not having someone to cry to when you most needed it.

In your case that was all the time.

You were always told that being different was good, but what a load of bull that turned out to be. In school you learnt it was bad to be the slightest bit unique. You had to be pretty or popular, otherwise you'd get nowhere. But sadly, you weren't either of them.

You sighed in relief as you reached your locker, unlocked it and put your books in safely. You sorted out your hair quickly and took a breath to compose yourself.

Maybe they'd leave you alone today.

You screamed and jumped back as your locker door was slammed shut, almost catching your face. Your eyes widened, your hands starting to shake. You definitely spoke too soon.
You looked up to see who was against you today, not being surprised when you saw Dylan's face.

Dylan was the bully of the school. It kind of made him popular but that was because people were scared of him. Hooking up with girls every night and fucking them at weekends. He was so up his own arse, everyone only supported him because he would make their lives hell if they didn't. Like he did with yours.
On the first day you met him, he asked to get with you. You ofcourse said no and he bullied you ever since. He spread around that you had sent him nudes, tried to get him to love you and more. That was when your life went down hill.

"Look what we have here," he chuckled as everyone crowded around, "Little McFat Slut,"

All the people laughed at his insult and couldn't help but laugh yourself.

"Why the fuck are you laughing? Something funny?" he spat, walking closer to you.

"Well I just guessed after all these years of torment, you'd be able to make better insults," you shook your head, "You seem a bit rusty mate, quite disappointing if you ask me."

You had no clue where your confidence was coming from but you wished it never came as he stood infront of you.

"Good job no one was asking you then," he smirked. He pushed you against the locket wall, your back slamming against it. You hissed in pain, pain shooting through your back.

He laughed in satisfaction before throwing you to the ground. You cried out as everyone laughed again. It puzzled you how people could be so cruel, laughing at someone's hurt. It was truly disgusting.

You quickly got up and scurried away. You weaved yourself in and out of people who all just stared at you. You could hear Dylan and his posy laughing at you but you kept your head down. A few tears ran but you wiped them away as you ran down the hall.
You continued your way to your next lesson until you crashed into a tall figure.

"Shit," you muttered as your butt hit the ground. You looked up and felt your eyes widen as you saw who you had crashed into.

Aaron Carpenter. The schools 'Mr Popular'.
Everyone loved him, but not the way they liked Dylan. Aaron seemed genuine. He always smiled and had a polite attitude to everyone. With him being captain of the baseball team, you expected him to be as much of an ass as his team mates were, but he wasn't. From what you could tell, he preferred to make people happy. Being in a few lessons with Aaron made you fully aware of his behaviour. He was funny, no where near a player and he always was ontop of studies. You admired him for that.
He could have easily made your life hell like everyone else did, but he didn't. He obviously had friends that he hung out with aswell as the whole school loving him, but he tended to stick to himself. You never saw him around the halls and he wasn't part of the crowed who hated you. He just didn't take part.