Mindless ( Stories && Imagines ) (EDIT)

Late = You Get A Kiss?

Late = You Get A Kiss?

Y/N: I'm late! How can I be late again?! I swear I have a test this period! Lord!

You turn your head for a split second and you end up getting knocked down.

Princeton: Sorry Ma. Let me help you up.

Y/N: I'm already late enough. Thank you.

Princeton: *laughs* What's great is that belly piercing.

You begin to blush when you realize your shirt is flipped up. Exposing your newly pierced belly.

Y/N: Why are you looking there?

You say pulling your shirt down.

Y/N: Are you going to help me up or what?

Princeton: I was going to until you started going on about being late AND you walked into me.

Princeton puts out his hand for you to grab on for support.

Y/N: It's my fault but yet I'm on the ground. I'll get up by myself. Move your hand away from my face.

Princeton snatches his hand back.

Princeton: Oh calm down. Being late isn't even that serious. You're getting worked up over nothing.

Y/N: Being late is serious! It will be on your record but if you want a bunch of Kate's on your record than go ahead.

Princeton: You're a Saint. Aren't you?

Y/N: Saint? Boy bye! I just care about my record.

Princeton: You probably haven't even kissed a boy or hugged one.

Y/N: I have hugged a boy before. Who hasn't?

Princeton: But you haven't kissed one.

You lean in and kiss him on the lips. Then you turn around and start walking away.

Y/N: I'm not a saint!

Princeton smirks.

Princeton: You've probably never had sex with a guy either.

Y/N: Good try!

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Name, Genre, and Boy.

If you don't get what I mean then look at the first chapter of this book. I'm here for you and to entertain you so you have to speak up.

Excuse the errors in spelling. I'm typing these off my IPhone so cut me some slack.

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