Cocoa butter kisses • WHY DON'T WE IMAGINES •

~ Jonah • Imagine for Charlie ~ || Cute

"Hey four eyes." Larson O'Malley sneered at me and threw yet another crumpled piece of paper at the back of my head. I sighed and fixed my black square glasses over my green eyes, running a hand through my shoulder length ombré hair.

I began to grow more and more upset though as the pretty girls in the back corner kept throwing paper balls at the back of my head every time the teacher turned around to write on the board. I hung my head low, waiting for this class to just be over so I could go home.

When I heard another bloody piece of paper be scrunched up I prepared myself for a hit, only to hear Larson squeal and get hit by something. The teacher turned around from the white board but everybody acted like as if nothing was happening so he returned to the front.

"Bitches." I heard from a voice next to me and whipped my head around from looking at a shocked Larson to see the bad boy of the school. Jonah Marais was smirking at me with a scrunched up ball of paper in his left hand.

"D-Did you just-"

"Hit O'Malley on your behalf? Yes, I did." I smiled at him gratefully and watched as he perfectly threw another paper ball at Larson's forehead. His black leather jacket shone from the sun as he leaned back to the side in his chair and let out a laugh.

"Ugh Mr. Sanchez! Jonah and Charlie  have been throwing things at me all lesson!" Larson stood up from her desk connected to her friends, who nodded at their friends claim, and the three pointed at the two of us a row of desks down from her. I gaped at her lie and watched as Mr. Sanchez stormed up to both of us, fuming.

"Don't worry princess I got your back." Jonah whispered into my now bright red ear and leaned back continuing to swing in his chair.

"Is this true? Are you two throwing things at Miss O'Malley in my class? And do not lie to me!" I could hear his thick Spanish accent through his anger and felt my voice go weak. I hate when people yell, especially at me.

"It was all me Rufio." Jonah smiled smugly as he called the teacher by his first name and I couldn't help but genuinely smile at this guy. "She had nothing to do with it."

"Thank you for your honesty Jonah, but I have told you to call me Mr. Sanchez. Detention, after school." Mr. Sanchez' chest rose up and down in anger and Jonah stood up from his chair and smirked at the brown, bald man.

"Nah I think I'll just start it now. See ya, this class was a bore anyway." And with that Jonah left our desk and picked up his bag off the ground to head out, but not without throwing a pencil at Larson first before leaving the classroom.

I wasn't bothered by anybody for the rest of the lesson.

I can't believe Jonah would do that for me. Granted he doesn't even know my name let alone has even noticed me before - but still! He helped me out. I need to pay him back.

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After school I waited until I knew everyone in the breezeway - where all the lockers in my grade were located - was gone before making my way across the campus and over to the separate detention hall. When I peeked inside I saw Todd Coleman, the biggest bloody perv at the school, Maria Banks, the scariest yet smartest chick you'll ever meet in your lifetime, and the bad boy himself Mr Jonah Marais.

The three were each sitting in separate corners on the floor of the room as to not talk to one another, while the supervisor sat at a desk reading a book in the top left corner. I was still standing at the door and hadn't been noticed yet as Maria was sleeping next to the bookcase in the top right corner, Jonah was playing with a rubix cube behind a cabinet in the bottom left corner where he really couldn't be seen at all, and Todd was on his phone in the other corner across from the door.