One Direction & 5SOS Preferences & Imagines

Five Seconds Of Summer Imagine #7-Annoyed By Your Math Teacher, Mr. Hemmings

Request-I loved your Ashton teacher imagine. can u do one for luke? Maybe where Y/N doesn't like Luke as a teacher but for some reason they end up doing it ;) ? Thank youuuuu! :D :D

Requested-Yes.

"Oohh, Y/N, you have Mr. Hemmings first hour!" smirked your best friend, Abigail. You groaned, rolling your eyes.

"Great. I have to see him the start of every day." you said.

"Why do you hate him, Y/Nickname? He's so hot!" said Abigail. You gagged.

"He is not hot. He's so god damn annoying! His class is so fucking boring, and all three years of my high school career I get a detention at least once a week. It's going to be the exact same this year." you said. Abigail shook her head, chuckling while she did.

"That's because you always talk back and bicker with him." she said.

"That's because he always picks on me! "Y/N, just to let you know you're on the verge of failing." "Miss. Y/Last Name, can you please give the answer to number eight?" There's other people in the class!" you exclaimed.

"He picks on other kids, too. And maybe if you actually did your homework, he wouldn't always have you answer questions." said Abigail.

"I'd do my homework if he didn't annoy me so much," you muttered.

Briiing! The warning bell.

"Better go get to your Algebra 4 class, Y/N," smirked Abigail. You flicked her off.

"Meet me here when you get out of Spanish 4?" you asked. Abigail nodded, smiling. You smiled at her before walking into the direction of Mr. Hemmings's math room.

"Ahh, Y/N, my favorite student," Mr. Hemmings smirked as you walked into the classroom. You glared at him. It was eight am and you were not in the mood for Mr. Hemmings bullshit. You plopped down into an empty desk and slid down, ready to drown out Mr. Hemmings talk about the class and what was on the same syllabus he made every year.

"Y/N! Are you even paying attention?" snapped Mr. Hemmings. You looked away from the chalkboard, which had the schedule of classes he taught on it, and at your math teacher.

You nodded. Mr. Hemmings raised an eyebrow.

"What was I just talking about, then?" he asked. You looked down at the syllabus in front of you. It was still on the front page with Mr. Hemmings's contact info and back story on it. You knew he wasn't still on the front page. You sighed.

"I don't know." you said. Mr. Hemmings half smirked and grabbed an all to familiar red half sheet of paper out of one of his desk drawers. Your eyes widened in shock.

"You're giving me a detention on the first day?!" you shouted.

"If you followed along on the syllabus you would have read that if I catch anyone not paying attention while I'm talking, they get a fifteen minute detention. Now, do you want to serve your detention after school today or before school tomorrow morning?" said Mr. Hemmings, looking up from filling out the detention slip and at you, waiting for your answer.

"I'm not serving the detention," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. Mr. Hemmings raised his blond colored eyebrows.

"Oh really?" he said.

"Yes! I'm not serving a detention on the first day of school! Go easy on me!" you shouted.

"You're serving the detention, Y/N. I better see you in my room no later than three oh five or your detention will become half an hour. Now, to the next bullet, tests," said Mr. Hemmings, grabbing the syllabus and reading about his test policy; while you slumped down even further in your desk, drowning out Mr. Hemmings's voice and looking at the back of the desk in front of you.