Camila/You Imagines

I Got You (Boy x Girl)

A/N: Feel free to add an imagine suggestion or you can message me if you don't feel comfortable writing it in the comments. Tbh it's easier when ppl give me suggestions.

Btw it's gonna be longer than usual, enjoy x

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• September 15, 2010 - Wednesday
• 7th grade
• Age : 13

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"What a weirdo." My friend Josh laughed at the same student he usually picks on and I hit the back of his head once again.

"Shut up, man." I hissed in disapproval while I also noticed the girl frown to herself as she sped up her walking.

Her hair was in a loose ponytail while she wore boot cut jeans and a lilac tee shirt just to have navy blue converse to top everything off. She wasn't popular at all which caused society's nature to take its course and the "popular" mean kids started to tease the Cuban Mexican girl.

I didn't know why though, I never really took a good look at her until now. Her face was beautiful- yeah, her clothing choices weren't what people were wearing but she was so pretty and I couldn't help but watch her. I wondered what this thirteen year old girl would look like when she was twenty or thirty.

I watched her insecurely look down her body as she walked to her locker while I let out a small sigh. I needed to do something. Guilt was eating me up and I wasn't even the one saying mean things to her. I couldn't just watch her destroy herself because everyone else was being a dick.

I frowned at Josh and he chuckled shrugging, "What-"

"You need to cut your shit! You can't just talk shit about someone you don't know. Leave her alone before I leave you alone." I practically snarled as my voice cracked due to puberty finally hitting.

"Dude, calm down." He frowned at me and I just shook my head turning around.

"It's not hard to be nice and be a decent human being, asswipe." I commented as I started to walk away and I watched Karla open her book bag.

As I started to pass her she leaned down to reach into her bag and some dickhead that was a girl closed Karla's locker the second the bell rang. She hissed when the locker shut on her hair and I panicked quickly running up to her. Kids started to walk into their classes and at the time I didn't know that her hair had been caught in the locker.

"Come on, let's get you up-"

"Ow, ow, ow." She hissed as she stayed put on the ground.

"Oh your hair is stuck?!"

"Yes! Just-"

"Oh wait! I have some scissors." I gasped looking in my backpack but she quickly squirmed.