5sos interracial preferences ❋ imagines

How You Meet (pt. 1/2)

[A/N: Okay I know this was supposed to be the first thing I published, but my backwards self decided to do it now and move it to the front of my book so don't get confused lolz. By the way, some of these may be basic and lame as hell :)) Enjoy!~]

Luke

"Have you heard about the exchange student?"

"Yeah!"

"He's hot!"

"He is, but he's shy as hell."

As you roamed the hallways of your massive high school, all you heard was stuff about some "hot exchange student" that had just arrived to your school today. You didn't know why everyone was on the rave about him, because you'd usually suspect that everyone had different tastes; but for some reason, it looked like this new boy had everyone wrapped around his finger.

You headed into your last class for the day: your cooking class. You hated this class and everyone in it. You had no friends in here, and that was the worst part.

You sat down at your desk, and the bell rang soon after.

"Good afternoon class," your teacher, Mr. Heath, smiled as he stood up from his computer.

The class gave him a half hearted "good afternoon", which they've said thousands of times before.

"Well, I'll get started with your syllabus," he cleared his throat. "Today, you're going to be assigned a project,"

Everyone groaned except for you. You sort of liked the projects you got in here because you always got to work alone. It was an uneven number in your class, and since everyone had their best friend or significant other in there, you were always left to work alone; but you were perfectly fine with it.

"You're going to be baking any type of dessert and bringing it to class tomorrow. Make sure to bake enough so that everyone in this class period will be able to get one---if they choose,"

A girl in the back raised her hand. "Is this a partnered project?"

He nodded. "The usual."

A boy called out, "What if we just go to the store and buy some cookies or somethin'. How would you know?"

As the class snickered at the infantile class clown, you rolled your eyes.

"Great question, Braylen." Your teacher smiled sarcastically. "You will actually be recording yourself while you make the desserts of your choice."

The class groaned again; this time, you joined in.

Now I can't poison them. The sardonic thought ran through your mind. Of course you weren't serious.

"Now, you will have the rest of the class period to choose a partner and discuss the project." He concluded.

Everyone clung to one another like a child would do to their mother when they were trembling in fear. Once again, you had no partner, but like it always had been, you were fine with it.

Suddenly, the class door opened and a pale boy walked in. He had blonde hair that was tamed into a quiff, and blue eyes---which was set on Mr. Heath. You hadn't ever seen him before, so you assumed he had been the exchange guy everyone was talking about.