Why don't we - imagines <3

High school// Corbyn// AU

You sigh, the normal buzz of a Monday morning echoing through the crowded halls of East Spring High. Dreading teens march the hallways, while cloud shaped jocks rough house eachother and stick figured girls follow. Corbyn, the boy you've gone to school with since third grade, was apart of the group handsome jocks. He wasn't as buff as the other boys, but he was strong. And bloody good at everything.

Corbyn made his reputation by playing a game of truth or dare in middle school. He was dared to sneak into a girl's house and take her out, to come play with them. Where he was later dared to kiss her. You were there too, playing the game also, but when he was dared to kiss her, you had to "go to the bathroom". Rumours were spread that they had kissed for two minutes, other saying it was two seconds. None-the-less, your dreams were crushed. The boy you had liked had kissed another girl. And you? You never attended another game of truth or dare again.
Corbyn had slowly grown more popular, more rumours being spread of how he was dared to sneak  into a girl's house and steal her bra while she slept and how he tongued the slut of your year level. You didn't know any better, and thought they were all true. But Corbyn, he never kissed that girl, he saw you leave and refused to do it at all. He never stole a girl's bra while she was asleep and he never tongued the slut of the year level. He was too busy acting as if he was someone he wasn't.

Because he was scared.

Melody Ross, the slut of the year since forever, put her perfectly manicured hand across Corbyns chest when they walked past you. You turned away and groaned quietly, opening up your locker. Corbyn though, and pushed Melody's hand away, running ahead to catch up with one of the other boys. Melody turned away from him though and giggled with her other airhead friends, who hi-fived her as they skipped along.
You grab your books out of your locker and shut it, leaning against it considering you're too early to go to class. You pull out your phone and text your best friend, Rosalind. You see her orange head of hair bounce around the corner and her thin framed glasses perched across her freckled nose. She smiles at you and walks closer. You don't smile back though and she frowns.
"What did miss slutty do today?" You role your eyes at this, because once again, Rosie was right.
"You know me all too well Rosie. She put her hand on Corbyns chest." Rosie groans. You shrug and she opens her locker, which is luckily right next to yours. You look down at your phone until you feel someone tap your shoulder. Without looking up you mumble, "what do you want?" To which you hear the most gorgeous laugh. You look up to see the one and only, Corbyn Besson.

"Oh uh hey Corbyn. What's up?" He laughs again and looks around the hall, seeming to be looking for someone.
"I'm sorry about Melody. I just, didn't want you think we are something we aren't. And she seems to only do it around you so." You nod gratefully.
"It's okay Corbyn, you can't control her." He nods and laughs and you laugh too, unable to hide the pink on your cheeks.

"So I was wondering if you would maybe show up to my friends party?" Your eyes widen and the pink darkens.
"Oh no Corbyn, I don't do the whole party thing.." He sighs.
"Come on, please Y/n."You sign in defeat and nod. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead before running off in the direction him and his friends went before. This time, pink on your cheeks has turned into red, almost as if your face has stolen all the colour from a fire truck and spread it across your cheeks. Rosie watches you wide eyed and her mouth o-shaped. You cover your cheeks and mumble, "let's go to class."

You ran into Corbyn once more in the halls at school that day, and he smiled and winked at you and had yelled out that he wants to see you there. When you had gotten home, you had seen a message on your phone from Corbyn, with the address. You smile and get ready and Rosie came over to yours, getting ready too. Nervous butterflies dance in your tummy as your uber pulls up outside of the house. You get out and hear loud music and people chatting. You go inside the house, humid air enveloping you in a warm hug. You and Rosie make your way through the sweaty and dancing bodies and to the kitchen, where multiple bottles of alcohol and soft drinks were spread across the table. You look over at Rosie and rolls your eyes and she laughs, reaching over to grab two red plastic cups and the bottle of vodka. You shrug, not really caring by this point and you clink your cups together before sipping your drinks.You gag, as the burning liquid goes down your throat and you pull a face at Rosie who laughs. You and Rosie both then decide to go out the back.