Classic Rock Imagines

Roger Daltrey #4

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Imagine going to high school with Roger. You two weren't necessarily the best of friends, in fact he drove you crazy at times. You always had a bit of a crush on him, regardless of the fact that all he did was pester you, like today in particular. You felt a pencil hit your arm, yet again during math class. You clenched your jaw and tried to ignore the stifled laughter coming from the desk next to you. The teacher gave him a stern look, which seemed to quiet him down so you could relax. But only a few short minutes later you were disturbed yet again by a pen hitting your arm.

"Hey, will you do me a favor and cut it out," you whispered through clenched teeth as you turned to meet Roger's grin.

He just raised his eyebrows at you and rested his chin in his hands with an amused look in response. You groaned, rolled your eyes and turned back to the front of the classroom. The bell finally rang and you anxiously made your way to the door. You managed to get all the way down the hallway to the exit, but just before you could walk out the door, he ran ahead and stopped you.

"Oh, sorry am I in your way?" He asked in a sarcastic voice.

"Will you lay off?" You huffed as you pushed past him and out the door.

"What's the matter? Don't have any clever comebacks for me today?"

You simply sped up your pace and ignored him, walking down the sidewalk and away from the school. You could hear his footsteps behind you and you felt more and more frustrated with each step. You swung around angrily, startling him.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but leave me alone, okay?"

"What if I don't want to?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

You shook your head in absolute awe of his relentlessness, "You clearly have some unspoken issue with me, or you don't like me or whatever, so I don't understand. Just go."

You turned on your heel and began to walk away again.

"That's not true," you heard him mumble.

You stopped and turned back to him. He was still standing where he had been, wearing a softer less taunting expression now as he looked back at you.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"I said, that's not true."

"What's not true?"

"You said I don't like you," he said as he walked towards you.

"Yeah, you don't," you said, feeling your heart flutter quickly in your chest as he moved closer than he'd ever been before.

He let out a little laugh at your nervous expression, "Actually, I do."

His blue eyes met yours hesitantly as he waited for you to speak.

"You," you started slowly as you looked over him with curiosity, "like me? That doesn't make any sense."

He laughed and reached his hand out to let his fingers touch yours, "Why doesn't it make sense?"

You were almost hypnotized by the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours. This was so unreal and unexpected, you had no idea what to make of it.

"Is this a joke?" You blurted out.

He smiled and shook his head as his eyes studied you intently, "No."

You were silent as you stared up at him in amazement. You admired his messy blonde hair and his clear blue eyes that were glimmering as they searched you for a response. You had no words, and before you could stop yourself, you reached up to pull his head down so he could meet your lips. He staggered a bit but then eased into it, slowly placing his hands on your hips as he kissed you back. You broke away before it could get too heated and left him with a silly smile on his face.

"What was that for?" He asked in a giddy voice.

You blushed and looked down at your feet while you shrugged, a bit embarrassed at the bold action you'd taken, "I guess I like you too, that's all."

He reached his hand up and lifted your chin so you could look at him again, "Good," he said softly before he pressed his lips to yours again, smiling as you let out a contented sigh.