Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

A Bad Reputation

Y/n's POV:

"Hey Y/n!" Jack screamed across the cafeteria. I ducked my head down, trying to take my mind to my happy place.

I was on the beach. Drinking a smoothie, as a cute puppy licked my toes. The breeze blowing through my hair, as the sun went down.

"Can I have a private dance?" He laughed, pulling me from my day dream.

I closed my eyes tightly. Keeping my head down as everyone laughed.

"Come on baby! Don't be like that." He mocked. Chuckling as I could feel everyone burning their gazes into my back.

I stood up, taking my lunch tray and putting it away. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder as I tried to make my way through the length of the room without more confrontation.

"Is there a guy in the school you haven't slept with?" He screamed, throwing his empty water bottle at me. It hit my face, and I continued to walk. Finally I reached the door, and pushed through it.

As soon as I reached the empty hall, I broke down. Falling to knees and crying into my hands, as I crawled to the opposite wall.

I sat with my head to the cold locker, closing my eyes as I felt myself slip away into my sadness.

"Hey beautiful." A voice said next to me. I snapped my gaze up and pushed myself against the metal lockers, before burying my head in my knees. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." They said softly, sitting next to me.

"You're wasting your time Aaron." I sob. "You don't want to be seen with me. I'll ruin everything for you." I say, my voice muffled from my jacket.

The room sat silent, and I sighed. He probably left, realizing I was right. I started cry, curling into a tighter ball. Then jumped as I felt arms wrap around me.

Aaron pulled me forward into his chest, holding me close. I cried into his shoulder, breaking down on his shirt.

"W-Why are y-you so nice t-to m-me?" I say, my voice breaking. "I'm a s-slut."

"No you're not." He said into my hair, kissing my cheek as he rocked us back and forth. "You've just been used the wrong way." He whispered. "None of this is your fault."

"Aaron," I say, pulling away from him. I noticed his shoulder was drenched, my tears soaking the material. "You should go." I whisper, swallowing hard.

He sat there quietly, staring at me. I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around myself - then was scooped up. I opened my eyes in surprise, as Aaron stood up with me in his arms.

"Aar-" I started, before he shut me up with his lips. He closed his eyes, as I stayed paralyzed. I finally eased a little, and kissed him back. He pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine.

"Let me fix it." He said softly. "I'll show you how love is supposed to feel. Not the artificial affection you've been forced to except."

Tears rolled down my cheeks as he kissed my forehead.

"I don't deserve it." I whisper.

"Yes you do." He said, as he slowly kissed my tears off my face.

He turned, and started to make his way down the hallway. Towards the main doors, striding past the lockers as I finally melted against him.

Finally feeling safe. Safe from the world. Safe from my own reflection.