13 reasons why imagines

26-Justin Foley[Late Night Comforts]

"I overheard your conversation you bastard!" you glared at him, face flushed with anger, hot tears threatening to fall. He looked around the gym seeing that some people were looking at the both of you, he grabbed your wrist and leaned in. "Don't make a scene here, y/n." You looked at him incredulously giving a bitter laugh.
"Well, I'm really sorry for caring Mr. valedictorian. Tell me, how long did you plan on letting this on? Till you get in my pants?" You snapped. He was about to snap back, you want him to because then maybe he cared even a little, but his concern for his reputation precedes everything else apparently.
Marcus walked out of the gymnasium but not before giving you one last glare. With that, you stood paralyzed in your spot, your repressed tears relentlessly roll down your cheeks. Your friends from the squadron, Jessica, Sheri and some others surrounded you. Sheri took your head in her shoulder as you sobbed while Jessica rubbed your back. Regaining your composure, Sheri ordered you to just go home for the day. You shook your head saying you'll join today's practice and just need some time to freshen up but Sheri being the captain of the squadron was not having it.
"No, y/n. You go home and rest. I'll talk to Mrs. Grayson.(cheerleading instructor) I'll call you tonight, ok sweetie?" She asked still concerned. You sighed knowing there was no point since you won't be able to focus with your current state. It's just your luck that your bag is on the other side of the gymnasium. You scowl at the people who gave you either shifting gazes or look of pity, something you didn't really need right now. You neared your bag and saw Montgomery leaning by the wall as they wipe away the sweat on their forehead. Monty shifted his gaze to the people practicing baseball while Jeff just stared at you, pity in his eyes.
"What?" You glared at him. He shook his head in response.
"You deserve better." you heard him say as you grab your bag. "No shit, Sherlock." you bitterly mumbled to yourself.

LATER THAT NIGHT
You were sitting alone in your living room munching some chips as you absentmindedly stared at the comedy film you were watching. You can't help but revisit all the moments you shared with Marcus. Hoping to be enlightened as to where the lie begins and where the truth ends, if there was any at all. Perhaps, you thought to yourself, that now you know the truth that you will be able to see the signs and lies you missed when you were still head over heels for him. Now, there's just anger and disgust. Anger that you didn't see through his facade, anger at the times you ignored your instinct, and anger that you didn't listen to Justin. Coming back to your senses,
you can't help but roll your eyes at some scenes where jokes felt a little forced. You stood up to get a glass of water when you hear the doorbell ring. Thinking your mother must have forgotten something, you hurriedly ran to the door.
"Mom?" You asked looking through the peephole only to see Justin.
"H-Hey, Justin...What's up?" You said stepping aside to let him in. He looks at you silently before taking you in his arms, the plastic bag he brought forgotten on the ground.
"Jeff told me. Why didn't you call me?" He asked as he run his fingers through your hair. You pulled away to face him, laughing through your tears.
"Go on, Justin. Tell me I told you so." He shook his head as he wiped away your tears. "I should have listened to you. The past three weeks has been an illusion. I'm just really hate to be degraded to a bet, to a fuckable meat." you laughed bitterly walking towards the couch.
"That fucking asshole. I'd punch him the moment I see him." He said grabbing the plastic as he followed you to the couch. You chuckled at his statement playfully punching him in the shoulder.
"But to be fair, I fucking told you so, y/n." He said bringing out your favorite ice cream and another one for him. You laughed sarcastically at his remark.
"Anyways, fuck him and I don't want a pity party. Let's just watch some movies. Do you wanna sleep over? Oh! How about that? 'Love, Rosie'." You asked him as you flipped through the movie selection in netflix.
"Yeah sure whatever you want, y/n/n." He chuckled.
"It's Lily Collins! Alright, let's do this." You said excitedly. When the movie started playing, you placed the remote on your side, scooted over to Justin and interlaced your arm with his and proceeded to eat your ice cream.
"Really, y/n/n?" He looked at you incredulously but amused. You just smiled and shrugged.
"Shut up, Jus.....Damn those eyebrows are gorgeous tho" You said pointing at the screen.
"Mine is better." He said idly, still focused on the movie.
"Sure, Jus. Sure. By the way thanks for coming over and for always being there for me."
"Always, y/n/n." He grinned.

"Oh my fucking god, it's gonna be Bethany. It's gonna be her, I swear. Fuck, it is her." He says and you chuckled in agreement.
"Just fucking tell Rosie!! Damn this guy is relatable tho..." He mumbles. You looked at him curiously and asked, "Really? Why?"
He looks at you before shifting his gaze back to the movie, "because I too can't tell her that I love her."
"Who is the unlucky girl?" You asked smirking at him. Truth be told, it hurt you that your best friend did not tell you about this special someone. But for some reason, it is the thought of losing your best friend and that girl eventually replacing you hurt the most. It might be selfish to want to keep him to yourself but you also know that he deserves to be happy and you'd want nothing less than that for him.
"I can't tell you, y/n/n" He chuckled.
"What the fuck, Jus? Seriously?" you asked incredulously. He grinned and retrieving his arms from yours and arranging himself so that he was sitting on the couch facing you.
"I promise. I'll tell you but for now trust me." He said. Although, he was being charming and smiling, he looked as if he was unsure of something.
"Alright. If you say so" You said giving up the interrogation as you soon feel yourself getting sleepy. You leaned your head on his shoulder as you continue to watch the movie. Soon after, you feel your hair being brushed away from your face. Stuck in that phase where you're half asleep and half conscious, you could hear Justin mumbling something.
"If only you know...I love you, y/n. Sweet dreams." You sleepily smiled when you felt him kiss the top of your head. You were half asleep but you understood. Part of you tempted to fully wake yourself up and tell him all the same, but you resisted wanting the moment of revelation to be perfect. You decided that if you were going to confess to him the thoughts and feelings you had all those years, you would do it when you've completely moved on and healed. When bitterness and anger at your past is out of focus, which is what Justin deserves.