For the people who likes short imagines. This chapter is a bit childish so beware
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"Y/n detention after school!" The teacher yelled at you.
"But-" you started but got interrupted.
"No but's!" The teacher pointed his finger at you, causing you to shut your mouth in defeat.
You hid half of your face behind your arms as you lazily draw on the table. You groaned quietly to yourself regretting your choice.
You decided to throw a thick math book at Tom's head because he was being very annoying by laughing about unnecessary things, you know that he was a very positive person but you just couldn't help it. You needed him to shut up.
Plus he was throwing pieces of erasers at you.
You looked up from the table to look at Tom and see that he was still rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly. You felt a bit guilty but you shrugged the feeling off.
He turned back to look at you, glaring at you slightly, mumbling beautiful word to himself, his teeth gritting.
You rolled your eyes and continued to draw random shapes onto the wooden table, ignoring his eyes that were on you.
You guys have always hated each other from the start, you didn't know why but you just hated each other's gut; at least that was what you thought. He secretly liked you, he didn't know what to do so he just pretended that he hated you. He thought that it was the best thing to do.
"Holy shit." You laughed when you saw Tom stumbling into detention, tripping on his own feet. "Got yourself in trouble?" You teased.
"You did." He pointed at you, grabbing onto the edge of the table, pulling himself up from the floor.
"What me? No way." You continued to laughed as he purposely picked a seat next to you.
"Shhh." The teacher in the room shushed the two of you.
"Yes, you. How? you may be wondering, well Ms Y/L/N, you told the teacher about the eraser war, that's something our year keep as a secret. And who gives a student detention for throwing teeny tiny pieces of erasers?" He complained, resting his chin in his arms as laid against the table.
"To be honest it was getting pretty fucking annoying and the teacher is pretty strict so." You pursed your lips.
"Yeah whatever, now I'm stuck here with you." He said in fake disgust. This is my chance to be nice to her when nobody's around..except the teacher god damn it.
"Today's your lucky day." You smiled, genuinely at him for the first time since you guys met.
"Yeah, totally." He said and stared at you. You raised your brows at him hoping that he would stop but he didn't. Sitting next to him make you realized how attraction he was and how nice he was if you guys don't argue.
"Tom?" You waved your hands in front of him. He didn't stopped, it was as if he was lost in his own thoughts. He was thinking about you and him together as a couple. The corner of his lip curved slightly, creeping you out. "Tom I swear if you don't stop," you continued to wave your hands in front of him. "Alright then."
You grabbed the same math book from your bag, you were surprised at he was still staring everything was a blur to him at that moment. You glanced at the corner of the room, the detention teacher was asleep. You bit the corner of your lips, raising the book in the air.
When Tom noticed your sudden action his eyes widened, causing him to blink a few times, coming back to reality where you were not his girlfriend.
"No. Not again." He sat up properly in his chair, bring his hands up to protect himself.
"You weren't in the room for a second there." You shrugged and brought the book down.
"Yeah just thinking, hoping that I can predict the future."
"The future?" You squinted your eyes at him.
"Yeah." He answered a smile on his face.
"I don't think that's possible for you to do... weirdo." You smiled back at him.
"If I keep hoping maybe I can. Who knows." He shrugged, before he looked away, focusing on the white board before he went back to think about you and him together. Maybe we're possible, he thought.
Just a few minutes before detention ended, he turned to look at you, seeing your eyes fixed on the pages of the book.
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*Low key cringed because of the ending*
