The Vampire Diaries Interracial Imagines

jeremy

Imagine making out with Jeremy behind Elena's back.

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A hand shot out and caught my arm, pulling me into the unknown darkness of an empty room. I was so full of panic, my bones froze as they were and I didn't let out a sound. If this had been a real situation of danger, I would have been fucked beyond belief; luckily it was just the boy I couldn't get out of my mind.

His brown eyes shined down onto me, making me smile even though my heart was beating faster than Usain Bolt could run. His once fearful, horror-filled touch now filled my body up with love and admiration through the very spot he touched me. It was beautiful how much he could change the simple chemistry in my body to make all of me love him just as much as my brain did.

"Y/N," his deep voice whispered, "it's only me."

Smacking his chest, I scolded, "You scared the shit out of me! I honestly thought that I was getting kidnapped in school." Jeremy went in for the kiss, but I turned my cheek to him. "Shouldn't have scared me, you bitch."

Jeremy shook his head, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't help the warm feeling that vibrated off my heart to each limb receiving blood. As much as I wanted to push away for dramatic effect, I couldn't. All I wanted to do was to touch him. Every single muscle in his arms and every part of his skin on his face. Jeremy Gilbert was just a wonderland waiting to be explored by my hands in the empty classroom of Mystic Falls High School.

"Don't be like that babe," he said to me. I pretended to not hear him, as I continued to look the other way as if he weren't even there. I couldn't keep in a laugh, much less a straight face, and Jeremy took advantage of this. He began dropping words and phrases only he and I would understand because of our long-standing jokes only we shared with each other. With each thing he said, I laughed harder and harder when he said anything.

Finally, it got to a point of him pinching my cheeks. I drew the line at poking the dimple in my butt chin he knew I hated with so much passion, but thought it was actually really cute on me. I smacked his hand away as he went back to tease me and pushed myself off him.

He didn't let me get too far. Almost immediately following my escape, Jeremy captured me in his strong arms again and this time put his lips on mine. I had a lot of strength. I prided in myself for being so strong. But in the very moment Jeremy chuckled and kissed me, I was weaker than I had ever been. I fell like Jell-O into his arms and let him take full control of my body. No longer was I able to successfully push myself away from the boy.

My hands pulled his face closer to me when I put them on each side of his head and he put his hands on my waist. We were making out for a solid few moments when my phone buzzed louder than any other thing I had ever heard. None of the many concerts I had sat in the front row in compared to the noise my phone buzzing in my pocket made. Though it was most likely just because we were the only ones in the classroom (and there was no one making noise in the halls) as the reason for the phone to sound so loud, I was convinced God was trying to ruin my happiness.

Each one of my friends had their very own ringtone when they called or texted me so I could know who was contacting me before I even picked up my phone. The ringtone that just happened to buzz loudly was the one and only sister of Jeremy Gilbert.

Elena and I were no longer the best of friends anymore, but we did grow up together. I was always at her house with Caroline and Bonnie. We always had the most fun in middle school. I thought I was actually one of the cool girls along with the three friends and I tried to tag along as much as I could. Eventually, I figured out that I wasn't supposed to be a part of the crowd Elena ran with, but she was nice enough to accept me for hot minute. After awhile, I began to see how much of a gentleman Jeremy was.

He would always help me with my bag when I was in the Gilbert house, and he would pull out chairs for me when we sat down to eat, and he would smile at me in the hallway even when he was going through his depressed phase. Jeremy was so much more than the little brother I watched grow up next to my best friend's side.

It wasn't until my senior year of high school when I gave into loving Jeremy.

Both of us knew it when we snuck secret glances at each other at the dinner table, or when I helped him alone with the dishes, or when we found ourselves talking on the phone until the wee hours of the morning. I realized I had feelings for Jeremy when Matt Donovan tried to take me out and all we talked about was his friendship with the younger Gilbert sibling.

Some night I got drunk at Elena's house and completely just snogged the shit out of Jeremy when I was going to "the bathroom." After that, we decided maybe our relationship was somethign to try; something to test. Neither of us really even knew what that meant, so we never told anyone. Not even Elena.

"Baby," I said, removing my hand from the side of his head to reach my phone. "That's Elena. She never texts me unless it's important."

Church is looking for you!! Whatever you're doing, wrap it up, read Elena's text.

God definitely wanted me to suffer.

"Shit, Jere, I have to go."

"Y/N, no," he whined, not loosening his grip on my waist. He in fact caught my lips back in his just so he could stop me from pulling away again. He knew when I was weak, even though he quoted me as the strongest woman he had ever met. It wasn't until we had to pull away for air when I realized that Mr. Church would mark me absent if I was gone for too long.

"Okay, okay, Jeremy, I gotta go. I can't just stay here with you."

"Skip with me."

I shook my  head furiously, putting my hands on his broad chest. "Jeremy, you should not be skipping class. We both need to get back into our classrooms, so we will do so."

Jeremy didn't even look fazed by what I had said. He removed his hands from my waist only to grab my wrists and yank my body even closer to him. At this point I could feel the heat radiating through his shirt to me off his flawless skin. The look in Jeremy's eyes told me that I wasn't going to make it back to Church's class for another fifteen minutes.

"I..." he whispered very close to my ear. "...want...you...now...on the desk..."