13 reasons why imagines

6-Montgomery de la Cruz[Fighting is wrong]

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Getting to school early was a blessing for me. It gave me the opportunity to get in a hot cup of coffee, and time to collect your thoughts away from people. Usually people started to filter in at around the same time as each other, noisy and distracting, and pulling me back down to reality.
Today, someone was really bothering me. Or rather, it sounded like a group- a rather large group. Heck, maybe it was a mob?
Unable to continue on in my little bubble, I decided to go out and check what all the ruckus was about. As I started out of the large double doors, the visual was majorly blocked by crowds of people surrounding and jeering at whatever was going on. I used my elbows and the occasional sharp fingernail to push people my way to the front of the crowds, earning a few "Oi!"'s from the clump. Pushing past the last people, I could make out a figure on the floor, bloodied and angry. A figure which turned out to be Alex Standall. Towering above him was Montgomery De La Cruz, my boyfriend, there was barely a scratch on him except from his crimson fists.
The sight made me mad. More than mad. It made me fucking furious. Although I'd never had the displeasure of knowing Alex very well, it was obvious that Monty was far larger and far more powerful than Alex, and that this fight was just plain unfair. Monty was a jock, a very strong one . Alex was in band. Me and Alex had Math together, and sometimes he helped me out, so you thought he seemed a nice enough guy. Monty however, was my boyfriend and however sweet he was around me, he always seemed to be a jerk to everyone else. On the odd occasion, the gentle, caring Monty would show his face, but not too long before the facade was forced back up.
Before I even knew what I was doing, my feet were carrying me into the middle of the fight. My hands  were shaking slightly from anger, I hated violence more than anything, which is ironic because Monty is practically known for starting fights, and these boys were going to know about it.
"MONTY!" I shouted as I stepped between him and Alex. He faltered, pulling his fist back from its previous punching position.
"Carolina ? What is it?" His face had softened ever so slightly. I  looked pointedly at Alex, perched up on his elbows and breathing heavily, and then back to Montgomery.
"What the hell do you think?" I laughed slightly.
"He nearly ran me over!" He was angry, but there was no where near as much heat in his tone as previously. I looked back at Alex.
"It's true." He coughed.
"Well obviously that was dumb. Doesn't mean you gotta beat him to a pulp." I accused, crossing your arms. I wasn't shy, per-se, but it was uncommon that my school peers would see this side of me. I squinted your eyes- neither of us breaking eye contact from the other.
"I got angry." He was blunt, but no longer mad. His fists had un-balled.
"You think I just punch up some guy when I get mad?" I chuckled again. "If so I'd be punching you up right now De La Cruz."
The crowd began to dissipate, to make their way to class, all the excitement was gone. In the distance I could see Mr.Porter. This wasn't going to be good.
"De La Cruz. Standall. What are you doing?" He boomed. "And Carolina,this is very unlike you."
"I was stopping them, sir." I explained.
"If I recall hearing correctly, you were just threatening to hit Montgomery." He crossed his arms. I sighed. Why did you even bother.
"No sir-"
"All of you to my office please."
Great. This day was just getting worse.
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Porter gave the three of us detention, but was sure to keep Monty and Alex separated- just in case. Alex was put by himself, while you got stuck with Monty.
"I know it's stupid, but I feel like I should explain myself." Monty started. I exhaled.
"Honestly, I think you should, what the hell were you thinking? " I began.
"I'm glad you did what you did and you have every right to be made but babe I'm sorry."He avoided eye contact, contrastingly to the previous day.
"Mr Porter still would have turned up, I didn't do anything, really, and sorry doesn't cut it."
"You did, Carolina. Mr Porter wouldn't have helped me calm down. You did, for some reason." Monty seemed smaller then, less intimidating.
"I'm glad, I guess..." I trailed off, not quite sure how to react. Monty turned his seat so that he was facing me, and his knees were nearly touching your seat. He hummed to himself quietly.
"You're really something." He seemed as though he was searching for something in my brown eyes, studying me, purveying me. Trying
to flatter me with his words. I blushed, feeling as though he was undressing me. Not in a sexual way, but pulling away all the layers of my personality. I saw through him, I saw the him he was when he was with me.
"Monty, I'm not angry...just disappointed,"I  rolled my eyes, facing forward to the chalkboard. He seemed taken aback, and scooted his chair closer to yours.
"I know babe I'm sorry and I want to make it up to you,"something switched on him and his tone became low and soft,
"I don't think you can, you need to learn that you can't beat people up just because," I took a breather. I turned toward him, your knees were touching.
"I'll make it up to you I promise. I love you babe"
. He leaned in slowly. He smiled, before softly placing his lips on my own. His hands began cupping my  face, before moving to my  legs and pulling my chair towards him, so that m  legs were around him.
After exploring each other for what felt like hours, you spilt.
"So," Monty breathed. "Let me take you out tonight?" He grinned, his hands still around my waist. I scoffed.
"How about tomorrow? I've got to make you wait at least a little." You giggled.

A small frown formed upon his face as he opened his mouth to speak, but before the words could escape I stood up and walked off not giving him a chance to catch up.

I could hear him call my name in the background and I couldn't help but smile, even if my boyfriend could be a real pain in the ass I still loved him.