Corey Fogelmanis Imagines

17 || Seat Shaker

"Okay class! Today is the first day of the school year so I'm going to start with randomly asking a few of you a question." The overly excited teachers says, clapping her hands for emphasis.

She reads the roll and I silently pray to whatever god, or omnipresent being that's out there, to do me this one solid. Don't let her pick me.

"Ah, Corey! What a lovely name! Okay, where is your family from Corey?"

"Uhm we're from California. We just moved here a month ago." I've always wanted to move to California! It's my biggest dream to attend USC there.

I turn around in my seat despite my lack of appreciation of the wandering eyes. "Is it nicer than here?" I question. He looks me up and down for a second, as if he was deciding whether or not he should humor me with an answer.

"Please! Save the flirting for after class! I have other questions here." I roll my eyes at yet another predictable teacher that thinks a girl and boy can't talk without flirting.

"Since you're so chatty- what's your name and what is your secret talent?"

I swear these teacher get these generic questions off of those shallow celebrity interviews. This is the fourth time I've had to introduce myself to a class full of people I've been going to school with for 3 years or more.

"I'm Y/N, and I play the guitar a bit." I shrugged.

"Oh that's so exciting!" She exclaimed in extreme happiness. Seriously, I need whatever drugs she's on so I can get through this tedious day.

She moved on to the next poor soul who made eye contact with her at the wrong time; and she began spewing praises to the dark-haired girl who said she likes video editing.

"Oh I wish they had that around in my day..." and I'll admit, she is nice. However, I can only handle a certain amount of generosity this far into a long day.

As she swept through the classroom, I could feel my desk shrink slightly due to Corey bouncing his knee. This is my number one pet peeve.

Cole Sprouse himself could be sitting behind me, but this little action would definitely cause me to snap. I looked at Mrs. Perky to make sure I wouldn't catch her eye and turned around.

"Pst, hey. Could you maybe not do that?" I ask as nicely as I can without showing my annoyance— even adding a short smile in there.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that." He apologizes. Sadly the action begins about five minutes later; it continues for the rest of the class.

---- next day ----

"Hello class! I'm very excited to share some information with you!" Mrs. Perky boarder-line shouts at us smiling a lot wider than it seems an average jaw would allow.

"You are going to get your permanent seats! Alright, grab your things and line up against the wall."

She puts the new seating chart on the smart board and I groan. I'm sandwiched between Mr Shakes A-Lot and Brian. Let's just say "shut up" doesn't even register in Brian's mind.

I go to my new seat and hope this class whizzes by. At least I sit in the back row so I can tone her out more easily.

Half way through her lecture I almost fall asleep. That is, until a hand taps my shoulder.

"Hey, can I borrow a pencil? Mines out of lead. I nod and hand him on of my pencils.

When I look into his eyes to hand it to him I freeze, causing me to drop the pencil. Those eyes. When I reach down to pick it up, our hands meet. Instantly I feel warmth flood my face. He apologizes and starts writing quickly, shaking my chair all the while.

Half an hour later class is ending and he hands me the pencil back. "Hey, sorry about shaking your desk again. It's a bad habit and I forget I'm doing it as soon as it starts."

I smile, "No, I uh... it's okay." I stutter and smooth my hair a bit. "Suddenly I don't mind anymore. He grows shy and looks down with a small smile. He starts to walk away when the bell rings but turns back to me with hesitance. "You uh, you wouldn't want to get froyo after school with me, would you?"

A cheesy grin breaks out on my face. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"Cool, let me see your phone really quick."

I had it to him and it took him all of three seconds to add him in my contacts as "Corey in the House", text himself the moon emoji, and put his picture in as a cute and weird selfie with his tongue sticking out. Yup, he's a keeper for sure.