Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

drama (yj)

When I put (yj) beside a chapter title it means it's young Jared. He'll be in modern day time though. Carry on ;)

The last period bell rang to count down the five minutes you had to get there.

Speed-walking back to your locker in your high school, along with a swarm of teenagers didn't go well, but it was all worth it to go to your favourite class of the day.

Drama.

Dumping your books in your locker you checked your self in the juice-stained foggy mirror. Your hair was in french braids, and you wore some yoga brand leggings that were black, that went well with the university sweater you had on.

You didn't have to bring anything but an emergency pencil, because Miss. Slater's slogan was always "Drama is doing!" and hardly gave out paper work.

Once you got to the theatre doors, sounds of shoes coming off, phones locking and plopping on the teachers desk, flooded your ears as you began to do the same.

She never let shoes into the theatre. You used to wear sandals with no socks all the time when it was warmer so you'd always be bare footed, but now that the temperature lowered, you usually wore thick socks along with your Y/F/S.

Practically bouncing on your feet, you placed your phone on her desk as she welcomed you singing.

"Afternooooon y/n!!" She sang. You smiled, knowing you were one of her favourites. You were shy and didn't talk to people unless you were spoken to, but when you were on stage, a brand new character came out.

"Hi!" You say delighted, sitting cross legged on the rubber floors. She didn't believe in desks either.

You look across the room eyeing the boy you've had a crush on since the first day, Mason. He was passionate about this class, you knew because you worked with him on skits, and you were just a very observant person.

You had one other class together, but other then that, you didn't talk.

It broke your heart when he asked out a girl named Rose. You felt like they were trying to rub it in your face all the time, when he'd walk her to class, sit beside her, the way she told everyone she was his. No one knew about it and they never will.

You sighed, feeling your mood spoil.

The boys usually sat on one side, and the girls would on the other. You sat at the top of the circle, usually near where Miss. S stood to talk.

Slab in the middle, vacant spaces occupying your sides.

The bell rang again, signalling that you should all be in class by now, making Miss. S stand up.

"Hey everyone!! I hope you all had a great weekend! I subscribed to Netflix yesterday and binged watched supernatural all night, so I'm literally going off of 0% sleep and 100% Java!" She smiled sarcastically pacing around the circle making you and the class laugh.

She paused looking around, shaking her head dramatically.

"We were about to play a game, but this grade eight dance thing is getting on my nerves!" She exclaimed, calling out your classmates to switch spots.

She was talking about the gender division. It even frustrated you sometimes, because you wished to be able to sit beside a boy with out any assumptions being made. Or one would at least sit beside you.

"Okay." She smiled watching the class sigh, obviously bothered they had to part with their friends.

"Really guys." She says with her shoulders falling.