Ryan Ross Imagines [✔️]

#16: High School Crushes (requested)

this imagine was requested by @littlelottedaae

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*Ashley's POV*

"Watch where you're going, Ross," I say as Ryan bumps into me on purpose.

"Oops," Ryan says sarcastically.

      Ryan and I always tease each other. Little does he know, I have a crush on him. He would never care because the only time we interact is when we make fun of each other.

      I walked into my science class and of course I had to sit with Ryan, since each desk sat two people. Mrs. Williams droned on about something to do with rocks and Ryan nudged my elbow.

"What the fuck do you want?" I ask, whispering.

"Do you have a pen?"

"Don't you have your own?" I rolled my eyes.

"Can you fucking drop the attitude? And yes I had my own but it ran out," he quietly explained.

I reach into my bag and pull out a pencil and hand it to Ryan. "Thanks," he mumbles.

"You're welcome," I huff.

      Then, not even five minutes later, Ryan is bugging me again.

"Your elbow keeps hitting mine," he complains.

"Oh my god. Are you eight or something?" I groan, a little too loud as well.

"Ryan and Ashley!" Mrs Williams snaps and Ryan and I look at her.

"You two do this every day. You both have detention after school!" She says and we both groan.

*in detention*

      I tapped my fingers against the desk as Ryan taps his foot against the floor and Mrs. Williams paced the room.

She looked at the clock and said: "You guys can go now."

Ryan and I get up from our seats and walk into the hallway.

"I can't believe you got us in trouble," Ryan mutter.

"Me?! You were the one asking for a pen!" I exclaim.

"It's not my fault it ran out! You make me so-" he yelled before cutting himself off by pressing his lips to mine.

Our lips moved in sync as Ryan held me against him by wrapping his arm around me. His scent is enticing and his taste is intoxicating, I'm drowning in him and all his features. Our lips part and I look up at Ryan and our breathing is heavy.

"You make me feel so - I don't know how you make me feel because I like you! There, I said it," he rants, turning around to lean on the locker next to him and hiding his face. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Ry, it's ok. I-I like you too," I admit.

He turns around. "Y-you do?" He asks in disbelief and I nod.

"Will you be my-" Ryan started.

"Yes," I smiled, cutting him off.

"We should go home," he says and I nod.