Team 10 imagines and prefrences

Aj Mitchell: school loves

y/n pov:
i dreaded every moment of that hell-hold they call 'school'. my head was down, watching my foot move one in front of the other. i tried to be as invisible as i could, but clearly my baggy jeans and sweatshirt wasn't enough fabric.
"watch it, whore"
"loner"
"dumbass"
"she's disgusting"
the comments echoed in my brain, but i still kept my head down and quickened my pace.
how could people care so much about you, but care the least at your well-being at the same time?
i was stopped in my tracks by a sharp pain in my rib.
bang.
"hahah" the whole school laughed while staring at me in the hallway, predsed up against a locker. my hands cobered my neck, knees to my chest and i wrinkled my eyes, prepared for the next punch, slap, or kick.
it never came.
i look up to see the most gorgeous guy at our school. he was really underrated; he was cute and had the voice of an angel. he was really smart and seemed nice, but you just assumed you couldn't talk to him, since that was practically the rule for every other student here.
he smiled warmly at you, sticking his hand out.
i took it and stood up, holding onto my backpack strap and returned the smile.
"you alright, y/n?" he asked
he knew my name?
he chuckled.
oh shit.
"i'm so sorry" i looked at my feet and blushed, realizing i said that out loud.
"it's okay, really" he lifted my chin and our eyes met eachother. for a split second i swear i could've seen admiration in his eyes, but i shook it off.
i broke our gaze.
"thanks for what you did. you really didn't have to, you know" i looked up at his chizled face.
"but i did. you see is, you did nothing wrong. they're all jerks" he spoke
my heart fluttered.
someone is talking to me.
someone cares about my well being for once.
"i guess" i giggled.
we reached the cafeteria and i went to sit down, yet he still followed me. i turned around so i could face him.
"why aren't you sitting with your friends?" i questioned curiously.
"they're all dicks. all they talk about is girls and how many they can get in one night. it's pretty disgusting, not to mention they almost beat you up earlier." he scoffed, clearly annoyed.
i stopped in my tracks and stared at him in confusion. i got lost in all of his beautiful features.
"what?" he chuckled innocently
"uh... nothing. but- you really-"
i was cutoff by his voice.
"stop. i want to. you seem like the only genuine person in this school. i want to talk to you." he explained sternly
i was speechless. "okay" i gave him a half- smile.
we made our way to my table, which was empty because no one dared to sit next to the 'freak'.
"are there others coming?"
"nope" i grinned popping the 'p'.
he had a confused expression on his face.
"where are your friends, then?"
i looked down at my fingers and fiddled with them before sighing and whispering a soft,' don't have any'.
his smile turned into a frown.
"i-i'm sorry." he studdered sympathetically
"no, it's fine" i chuckled, but truly hurt thinking about it.
he took my hand in his causing me to switch my gaze to his chocolate eyes.
"i'll be your friend" he suggested.
you smiled widely and shook your head up and down.
"okay" was all you could say before stuffing your mouth with a gross sloppy joe in your mouth.
*time skip*
it was in seventh grade when Aj became my friend. we would do everything together and we always shared a laugh.
we met up at lunch again, it was now ninth grade, freshman year of high school.
"hey bestie" he placed a friendly peck on my cheek.
little did he know the butterflies erupting in my stomach right now.
"heyy" i replied smiling
we were talking about random stuff, when it suddenly fell silent. i grabbed my taco while turning my head. it had been akward silence between us and i just saw him staring at something. i looked behind me, taco still in my hands and my elbows propped up on the table.
nothing.
hmm.
"Aj, what's up?" i broke him from his trance, yet he looked sad. a frown visible, eyebrows knitted together. his eyes showd nothing but disappointment.
he couldn't speak.
he pointed to your wrist, which you didn't realize was exposed because of the sweater scrunched up at your arm.
your face dropped, forgeting about what happened. you quickly tried to roll down your sleeves, but he grabbed your wrist sternly.
you froze as your eyes met eachothers.
tears started to form, but you held them back.
"y/n" he pleaded, placing his hand on my cheek.
i looked at my wrist, then to him.
i sighed. "when i was bullied in middle school, this was my only feeling if control. i couldn't bare to live in a world that hated me. i was alone. no one loved me. no one cared. it was my escape. i stopped the day i met you" i ecplained, a tear making its way down my cheek and dropping to my leg.
his eyes watered at the last statment.
you looked down at your hands in your lap, but you were in shock at a pair of lips crashing against yours. after realizing it was those lips that you had studied for years, you kissed back and he smiled. it was full of passion and emotion. i didn't care about anyone or anything else but Aj Mitchell. he pulled away.
"i remember watching you in music class all of seventh grade. i listened to you humming lyrics softly against the tree outside after school. you were so gorgeous and lovely, i was stunned. i finally got enough courage to talk to you and it was the best decision i've ever made. i love you and care about you too much to see you leave, please y/n, would you be my girlfriend?"
i nodded and attacked him in a bear hug. he lifted me off the ground and peppered kisses across my face, making me smile.

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A/N- please comment requests! thanks for reading this far and i hope you liked it :) i love all of you beautiful people 💙