✔️| Stand By Me: Imagines and Preferences ('86)

#20 - Chris Chambers

"Ms. Johnson?" You asked, "Can I get a drink of water from the fountain?"

Your math class was double periods, meaning it was twice as boring, making your thirst overcome you.

Ms. Johnson narrowed her eyes at you, "Fine, but don't be taking your time. I got my eyes on you."

You roll your eyes as you open the door, walking down the hallway and turning the corner towards the ladies' room and the fountain.

But as you turned the corner, you saw someone. Smoking a cigarette.

Oh my god, oh my god.

You then realized that it was Chris Chambers. Your heart sped up and you smiled like an idiot. For the longest time, you had had a huge crush on him, and still do.

The sad part is that he probably doesn't even know your name. ((relatable, am I right?))

Before you could turn back to go to another fountain, you hear your name being called.

You turn to see Chris again, his blue eyes staring in acknowledgment.

"It is (Y/N), right?"

You shift your weight to one side, surprised that even he knows your name.

"Yeah..."

He smirks and puts out the cigarette with the heel of his shoe. He runs his hand through his blonde hair, and doesn't stop to break his gaze from you.

"You're the girl that stares at me all the time too."

Your face immediately starts to heat up. It was obvious that you would stare at Chris, but how can you resist?

"Um..."

He chuckles, and comes closer to you.

"It's okay if you stare at me, just as long as you don't mind when I stare at you."

You blush even more, smiling and playing with your hair self consciously.

"You are beautiful, y'know. I'm sorry I didn't notice you earlier."

"It's okay, I guess."

He looks behind his shoulder in curiosity. No one there. The hallway is completely empty, and you're just standing there with your crush. What are the odds?

"Well, I'll be seeing you around, I hope," says Chris, smiling.

You look up from the ground to meet his gaze. "I hope so too."

Just as you finish your sentence, the last bell rings.

Chris mumbles something, getting out a piece of paper and a pen, writing something down, and holding it in his hand.

He then walks even closer to you, and puts something in your hand. When he walks away, you see what it is. The piece of paper, with a number on it.

Looking back at Chris, he walks away, but not before turning around and winking at you, a gentle smirk displayed on his perfect face.

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My imagines are going downhill, I'm sorry.

- C.