ethan dolan imagines

badboy//one

warning: this is trash:)

Your POV
"don't mess with him," my friend spoke while i was so busy staring at him walking to his locker. he opens it and rummages through it. his name is ethan dolan. he has a very bad reputation in this school. skips class, rumored to have done crimes in his past, had girlfriends and girlfriends but each lasted two weeks, drugs...played every person that ever talked to him.

he doesn't have a lot of friends because he seems very introverted at the same time. he's very mysterious, dark, so interesting. for some reason i like the whole bad boy behavior. "i can at least talk to him right?" i ask still staring at his flexing muscles in that tight black shirt. he's hot, muscular, and some girls say he's oddly charming, until he throws out the girl.

but i still find him so mysterious which is weirdly attractive. "okay, you have no clue what you are gonna get into," my friend spoke. "he played half of the girls in our school and you think that's hot?"

"no, but i just don't know why i'm so interested," i say honestly. i was about to walk to him, where he's looking in his locker, alone, but my friend caught my arm. "i warned you," she spoke.

i flinch her hand away and walked toward him, still mindlessly staring at his locker. i get next to him and got nervous. what should i tell him?

"ethan?" was what i let out. i curse in my head thinking of how stupid i sound. he gives me a quick glance then back at his locker. "h-hi," i say shyly. what the hell?

he doesn't answer, he just packs his backpack, jaw clenched, concentrated on everything he puts in it. what's weird is that school hasn't ended yet.

"school hasn't ended yet, ya know?" i remind him. he kept his eye on his locker, "i know, princess."

my cheeks warm up. "then why are you packing?"

"is it obvious? badboy ditching the hell we call school, make sense?" he says zipping up his backpack, still jaw clenched. for some reason the way he looks so concentrated, making his jawline more visible is so hot. his hair up and a blackish brown color with a red streak in it. it's so attractive.

"true, i just wanted to talk to you, don't know why," i say cringing on the inside for sounding like such a creepy person.

"you don't want to talk to me princess," he says never giving me any glance. "you shouldn't mess with the badboy," he say exaggerating the words 'badboy'.

i bite my lip because of the name. "you're not that bad," i lie. he lets out a raspy chuckle, making my stomach make flips. "that's what every girl say. they say how kind they think i am, but they were wrong," he says.

i press my lips together then make a 'pop' sound. "well i wasn't wanting to be that type of girl," i lie, since i am crazy into him. "i was hoping you can have a friend," what the heck am i saying?

he closes his locker, puts his backpack on and finally turns to see my blushed face. he lets out a smirk, reaching his hand out the caress my crimson red cheek. "you look too innocent and beautiful to mess with me, princess," he spoke then moved his pointer finger under my chin, lifting my head up.

"you should regret ever talking to me, looking at me, or even think about me," he says making me frightened. he jaw clenches even more and his eyes trail down my eyes to my lips. he smirks again still staring at my lips, "you have no idea that i can hurt you anytime. friend or not, you shouldn't have even spoken to me."

"i don't regret it," i blurt not even realizing what i just said. i'm still frightened by him but for some reason i just wanted this. he lets out a small chuckle. "sure you don't," he says before dragging my lip down a little, then letting it go to make it pop back in place.

then he walks past me, lightly brushing my shoulder, sending goosebumps down my spine. he just leaves, making me speechless, frightened, interested...so many emotions.

he's so intimidating, charming, beautiful...mysterious. i fell for those things he had. i fell for him. i've always saw him around school, never talking to anyone. i always hear him warn girls to not mess with him but they never listen, then of course he shows the girls why he warned them. and now i'm looking like one of the girls. sadly.

but i'll be careful with him. i'll never fall in love with him. nothing will ever happen.

nothing. just a small thought about him just makes my heart flutter. ugh the mix of feelings!

my friend might be mad that i'm intrested in a badboy.

this was ok? i don't know...
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